Darlings,
No flying today-the fog is so thick we can’t even see the field from our barracks.
Thelma called me today-gosh! She’s really swell-I really go for that gal-she really likes her new job I guess.
You darlings-that candy was swell. The boys thank you from the bottom of their hearts (or should I say stomachs).
I think our room is the most inhabited room in the barracks. It seems that everyone knows Pete and Jago. I’m so glad I make friends easily. That counts a lot in this army.
Pete was thrilled to death with his box of candy from you, mom. Poor Pete is the worst letter writer I have ever seen. I don’t think he writes home more than once a week. He always says he can’t seem to find time. I really can’t figure out how I write as many letters as I do. Most of the guys write their home about once a week and figure that’s plenty. I don’t know-I like to receive letters and the only way you can receive them is to write them.
Thelm said you were so nice to her-thanks darlings-you really rate with this kid. You were right mom-the girls have fun with themselves just like the last war. They have to get along without us, I guess, and, we learn to get along without them, so everybody’s happy.
Your loving son,
Jim