April 8^th, 1945

Dear Mom,

It’s 3:30 am. so I’ll date this letter the eighth. All is quiet here except for a couple of heavy breathing patients and the popping coal stove. As I told you we hit one of those busy streaks again. Well it wasn’t so busy after all. Enough to do but not the mad rush that it was before. We took over for another hospital. We’re back in tents again out in the field. I really like it better than a building. Perhaps because I got used to tents all the way across France and Belgium. Perhaps because everything is set up the same way when we’re in tents and it seems like the same home in a different place.

I’m going to try to take some pictures tomorrow. The landscape around here is really beautiful. Tomorrow will a swell day. The stars are bright tonight. Germany is a beautiful country. It’s a pity they’re a warring nation. They really have a lot to live for.

We just finished our night meal. It tasted swell too. The ham was too salty at supper so we boiled it tonight. Fried a few potatoes and made some toast. I think most of the army has learned to be about half cook and half laundry man in this few months since the invasion. It didn’t take us long after we landed in France and were hungry to turn out a pretty good meal out of our packaged rations. Since then we’ve fried eggs, cooked chickens, made ice cream, and fried potatoes all over the continent. Eating is one of our greatest pleasures.

I never have mailed that package I wrote about. It seems like it’s a jinx. Every time I got it out to prepare- we move. I’ll try to mail it soon however. I sent you two separate money orders for $150 the other day. Let me know when they arrive.

Gene will have only about a week of his leave left. See I wish I could have been home with him. We have so much to talk over. I hope he’s not too downcast about Paris.

So long for this time. I’d better close now and read a bit. Good night.

Love,

Jack