Saturday evening,

            February 29,1944

 

Dear Folks:

            Hello again to all of you. I am feeling fine, eating well and sleeping like a top.

            England is really a beautiful country just as Eddie Simpson used to say. You never saw such green grass, clean cities, and well kept farms in all your life. These people are very neat and orderly about everything and treat us very well. Their farms are smaller than the ones in our own west, and each one is separated from the neighboring farms by a low brick wall. All in all they are a very nice picture to see.

            As far as personal comfort is concerned we have splendid accommodations. Nice hot showers, places for doing our laundry and hot water whenever we want it. I still sleep in my sleeping bad and am always warm no matter how low the temperature drops. Taking everything into account I would say that the present set-up is the best I ever had since I got in the army. Rest assured that I am very comfortable.

            How is Tom making out at that Special Service School? I was glad that he got the chance to go as I know he really deserved it. That must be a real nice school and situated in a nice location. I remember seeing pictures of the college and it was quite classy.

            By the way your probably will have received that allotment by the time you receive this letter. Be sure and let me know if you have received it or not as I can tell the clerk about it in case there have been a mix-up. Sometimes these things are delayed a little but they eventually come through.

            It won’t be long before Dennis has a birthday and I want you to take care of me when the great day comes. You will have to buy something real nice for the baby and take the money out of my amount. He is a swell little fellow and I want to give him something good. I have his picture in front of me right now and it goes all over with me.

            Well I’ll close this now and hope all of you are feeling well. As the English say “Cheerio”.

                        Joe