22 February 1944

 

Dear Mom,

            How is everything going these days?  Over here everything is about the same.  By the way, are the letters plain enough to read?  I didn't know but maybe this pen was not broken in yet.  It is getting along toward spring now isn't it?  Over here they say that it doesn't get dark until eleven or twelve o'clock in the summer time.  Write soon,

                                                                                                Love, John