Repl. 4th Repl. Depot
APO. #703 ℅ P.M.
San Francisco, California
Somewhere in the Philippines
March 2, 1945
Dearest Doris & Johnnie
We haven’t had a mail call for the last few days and it is hard to write everyday when a person don’t hear.
So far I have been able to write about things but now I have run out of anything to write about.
I will probably be moving on from here before long.
How is our boy getting alone. I bet he wants to go to the farm with Honar. (right)
Well honey I just want to tell you that you couldn’t write better letters. Just keep them coming that way.
The reason why I say that is that some of the guys are getting the wrong kind of letters.
They got the kind that mother use to write and you know what they were.
As for myself I am fine and getting along great.
Last night a few of us guys made a fire and cooked a few rations we had, it tasted darn good and anyway it was something to do. We just about had some excitement last night, but everything turned out in good shape.
Im getting to where I carry cards around with me all the time. Guess I had better quit that or I will want to play all the time. Ha!
A good ice cold bottle of beer would go dam good right now.
Yesterday I went and due my shortage. I lost a blanket while I was on the ship and believe it or not I didn’t have to pay for it. Sometimes it is hard to believe that it is the army. Ha! But when it comes time to wash clothes I know dam well it is the army.
My buddy had quite a dream last night, but me not such good luck.
Well honey I have rattle on here and haven’t wrote anything either.
I hope this letter fines my love ones O.K. How is Toots making out? Tell Blackie & Ione I will write them when something happens to write about.
Will sign off for today
All my Love.
Shorty
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