Apr. 1, 1942
Say! Is it ever hot, I’m sitting on my bunk and the sweat is rolling off me. What I mean it is really hot, especially for this time of year.
I just gave Jack Bennett Twila’s address—Ha—Don’t tell her that he is married. And also don’t believe any of the “crap” he writes, he said that he was going to write some B.S. about me and make you believe I am running around, so I’ll just write you first and then you will have a little light
on the subject.
We didn’t do anything to-day, and I sure am glad as it would make us melt and run into our shoes if we had to march.
If you want to hear some 1st class cussing you ought to be here now, nobody in our barracks got any mail. The boys kind of resent it.
Did you ever get the picture I sent? I didn’t (don’t) know whether it got thru or not.
Well Ruth it is chow time so I’d better close the
shop for tonight
See you tomorrow
I love you
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