June 17, 1943

Dear Mom;

It’s a lovely rainy night and very ideal for writing letters if I could think of something to write. But I can’t think of anything however trivial to convey to you except that I am well and the weather is not too good and the mosquitoes are getting fat on my AB blood.

Another lad and I wasted part of the evening seeing the picture The Five Graves to Cairo. It stuck me as being strictly fiction but a good story and fairly well acted as propaganda pictures go.

This afternoon Hdqts. and Medics dropped out and hiked over to the Finance office to pick up our ration money which accounted to $3.36. For the sixth day furlough period. The money will come in very handy and keep me from going broke for the rest of the month.

Tonight I shall go to bed early to try to rest up for what I think will be a grueling hike tomorrow night. So I shall close my epistle with the thought that God will bless and watch out you, especially during this period when I am so far away from home.

Good night, Mom, and God bless you.

Joe