December 29, 1943
Dear Mom-
That letter I sent yesterday was so short that I’ll add this one to complete it partly.
There’s
a parade today, we get another shot, and we pack to leave for the range so
daylight hours as you can see are filled with activity. There’ll be little time to even read mail on
the range I’m told. Its
still raining and damp around here and nothing like what it should be. You must be catching it in
Interruption for a few minutes.
I’m back again, and somebody told me we get a test for Private 1st Class in 5 minutes. That’s the MC for you. If I make it alright, if I don’t alright, to hell with it. That’s my way. Well Mom I’ll shove off now, so write when you can and take care of yourself so you can work your fingers to the bone for me when I get home in Feb. Thanks for taking care of that picture for me.
Love,
Bun.