Dear Nancy:
Perhaps I can sketch you a few lines before the lights go out. Instead of my remembering you at another annual milestone you remembered me. But in letter only for when May 6 came around I really thought about you. You know I think of you all when you are no longer around to take for granted. Maybe that’s one thing (and perhaps the only thing) that times like these inculcate in a soldier—the appreciation of the sometimes doubtful investment your folks make in you.
Looks like you rate another title—the first one in the family to be a valedictorian—that’s nice running and don’t slacken up the next four laps. Keep on being a tape breaker.
Guess you get the dope from the folk’s letters so there isn’t much to tell you about me. You should see the soldiers around here, as common as the hula in Hawaii. Darn pretty with all the woods and mountains.
Write again Nancy and get Hank to sling a little of his quaint style this way.
Love,
