Fri. Oct. 6

Dear Mom and Dad,

I’m getting a letter about once a day from you now. It sure is swell. It makes me feel a lot closer home. I’ve been getting one off to you about every other day. Getting letters from so many people, and with my work it keeps me hoping.

Things are going better up here all the time. I really like this night shift. I get all kinds of extra privileges. I get to sleep in each morning as long as I want. I get to eat anytime I feel like it, and Serge has the chef fix me whatever I want whenever I want it. I’m afraid it’s spoiling me.

Sorry to hear you smashed your fender up. It must not have been too bad if Dad and Paul can fix it themselves. I know it sure upsets you just the same.

Hope Sheri gets over her cold all right. Everybody up here has one. I finally shook mine.

Carol wrote me all about Everett. I’ll bet he sure was glad to get home. I know how he must feel. That’s all I live for now is to get home, and the sooner the better. It’s nice here but I still get awfully homesick when I sit around and get to thinking. Glad I don’t have much time for that.

Well, lots of work to be done this afternoon so I had better get busy.

Write you again day after tomorrow.

Love,

Jack.