6 Mar 1945

France

Dear folks,

I’m receiving your mail regularly, and I’m getting anxious to receive one of your letters saying that you have heard from me and know where I’m staying. Ha! The weather here has improved quite a lot, but the mud is certainly something to write home about. You haven’t seen mud until you have witnessed this over here. We have a southern boy, (officer) with us, and [these] American Indians here really sit him on edge. We get a ration of liquor and I’m not a drinking man, but I’ll have to admit that it really comes in handy, however we don’t get enough to cause trouble. Our biggest trouble is getting fuel to burn. We have even tried burning the native grass- no soap. Well I’ve got to go to work so I’ll have to close.

Your son

Jackie