Dated March 2^nd 1945

Hello Al,

Well you old seadog, I haven’t heard from you since the last time I saw you at home. Don’t you think that it’s about time for you and me to start letting one another know more about what you are doing. At least we can correspond with one another. I got your address just a while ago from home. Harry told me where you were. And to be truthful with you I think that you’re kind of too darn slow in lettering your mother. I mean Betty knows as much about your whereabouts as well as yourself. It pleases the ones at Bethlehem. They’re all kind to worry and wonder why in the world you don’t write to them. I know for a fact your not that darn bright as you pretended to be. There’s times when your in the high sea, but your not there for months for according to the mail they receive from you. Your pretty dog gone cheap to carry on the way you do you know because I am in a much worst place then what you’ve been in. Our trouble is mainly all over here now. But still regardless of the hard off conditions we were in I still managed to write home and tell them about my whereabouts, even though I couldn’t let them know my exact location. But I wrote just the same. And when time was available for me I would mail the letters to them. I understand your ways very well. Whenever you’re not patrolling the seas or guarding convoy, your bound to hit the shore some time. And even at that you can write your letters and drop them in the mail department in the ship. When they tie up close to shore, the mail is taken inland by small boat crews and forward in to its destination. So I’m asking you a little favor, get busy with that pen and send them more mail so they don’t keep on wondering what’s up with you or what become of you. I am O.K. here now. For the time being there’s hardly anything for us to do here anymore. The headache is over. We had it darn tough throughout France, Belgium and Holland. There was not much doing in and around Germany for the navy. The Eastern Theater of Operation affair’s over. Why, the navy’s work is almost finished. We’ll be waiting to hear what you got to say for yourself.

Your Uncle Andrew

P.S. What kind of job is this Rigel class?