Feb 20, 1945 From Bob
Dear Third Class Jack Well I guess it is about time I'm writing you. That was a pretty nice trick you did to get out of all the work, cutting your foot, Ha Ha Ha. "Pretty Nice." All kidding aside I hope you are all right now, Mac Marshal is home and boy does he look nice. Well I am, 17teen now and it wasn't be long till I am right in their with you. Even with all the boys coming back and telling about how they dislike it I am sort off looking forward to it, I guess you have to get in and get it out of your blood, you ought to know that. Everything is all right in the home front except that I am not geting the car as much as I want to. I guess Don sort of spoiled it for me but I don't car much . They men't ill his felt. I can wait till this war is over so all you kids can get home and we can have some fun like we use to do only more so this time will guess that is all for now. I tell you what...