Dearest Mother,
Just a few lines letting you know that I'm O.K. and hoping that all at home are the same.
I haven't much to say except that so far we've had it pretty nice here at the front.
I just finished writing a letter to Phil in ans. to his that I received yesterday.
We're still getting plenty of food, in fact I think we're eating better here than we did during our
training in Africa.
I've had some good spaghetti meals in homes that my buddy and I used to go to before we came here
to the front. My buddy is also an Italian whose home is in Phila. His name is Tony. When the
people found out we were Italian they really treated us swell. Neither one of us could speak
Italian very good, but between us the two of us we did O.K. I can speak Italian a lot better now
than I could before I came to Italy. When we go to our rest camp whenever that will be, I plan
to see Joe, through the Red Cross if it's possible.
Well mother, I guess this is all so I'll close with lots of love to you mother dear daddy and the
kids.
Your loving Son,
"Jimmy"
P.S.
Please don't worry about anything mother dear.