January 18 45
Hello Dot.
First I will give you the new address.
P.F.C. James C. Lowery
33299630
AREA. 4 Bedg, 320.
A.S.F. Receving, Co.
New
Well not much of a tuffs this time, but so far I kind of like the work. I run rookies around now. I meet them at the train and show them the rakes. We just give them their clothes and shots, and then ship them again. It is easy work so don’t mind it here. They say I get another ship if I make good on it. So I will be a cpl, then it means more money for beer. HA.HA.HA; But I am not bucking or brown nosing for it.
If I get it I get it, that’s all.
Glad to hear Ma is at least holding her own. Think this will mean a wheel chair this time. Hope she gets along OK now.
So you got a damn dog again. Well I am not saying a word, but as Charly would say, “One with poppers yet”. HA. HA.
OXOX…
Well good luck dog, you will need all the poppers. HA. HA.
Say hello to the old man, hope to drink some of that beer. Heck I miss everything, women, I mean beer. Haha. Ha.
Well I may get home in about three years now. Ha. Ha. Ha. They change that war every day or so. I wish they would make up there minds. I may come out of here with a cane. HA. HA. HA.
So all I can do is let my beer keep cooling.
Say hello to Sir and Shirl. They are my best gal friends. HA. Also that little rough neck. Good bye house, him, and a dog.
Well old gal, write when you can,
By the way, if you have a buck, send it. HA. HA. I am flat as usual. So until next time…
Love and Kisses,
Jim.