Dear Folks:
I just attended a show and it’s getting late but perhaps I can write you a few lines before bed. Monday visited Dick and we went down for supper [illegible] to his outfit and ate with him. We are not far apart now and it is more convenient for me to see him. He is now located in good quarters and aside from a longing for a look at the ‘old country’ which is common to us both, is looking good. On Monday [illegible] might he come down with the result of [illegible] and together we made up a box for you. He did a pretty [good] job [of buying for you]. Today I mailed it. Haven’t received the one from you yet but it will be coming along soon. The Free Press came today but am not finished reading it.
Our radio is back on the job and it sounds wonderful. I’m in a slightly sentimental mood tonight thinking about many things and wondering if those things will ever return as they were before. The day-to-day routine of the Army, with never an opportunity for a respite, is sometimes discouraging and dragging the war along slowly but I guess these conditions are necessary. Well so long for tonight and always remember me to Gram and Gramp.
Love,
