February 26^th, 1945

Dear Mom-

Your letter came tonight just as I came on duty. It certainly was good to hear from you. I know you’re all still sad about Uncle Ned’s passing. I can still hardly believe it. I’m glad that Gene got home. I know Aunt Hattie is all broken up. I didn’t know Millie was expecting another baby. It’s bad on her at this time to love her father.

We’re fairly busy and there is little to write at this time. Had a letter from Anna in South Carolina. She commented on the murder there. Sam Epps whom I went to school with murdered his wife at Fort Jackson S.C. and buried her in a foxhole. Later he tried to commit suicide but failed. He was sentenced to the penitentiary. He was a Lt. in the infantry. I never picked him as the type of fellow capable of such. You probably remember him as being active in dramatics at the U of R. he was in the class of ’39 I believe.

Your package hasn’t arrived with the print paper and the popcorn. I’m not ijn a very good position to use the paper at the present. But it will keep. The popcorn will come in handy through for mid-night snacks.

So long for this time. Write often.

Love,

Jack