Dear Folks:
It has been sometime since I’ve heard from you. Guess the mail has slowed up a little. Hope you have received the box by now and liked what we put into it.
Well this was Sunday, Mother’s Day and suppose I should be able to write something very nice but there is so much that I remember about you and all you have done that I couldn’t start to express all I feel. The church service this morning was in your commemoration and the Chaplain has something fixed up to send home, a little card with the program in it. And speaking of church, the church sends me something now and then and I thought perhaps you would be interested in the enclosed program. If you read them carefully, you can get an idea of the service and the size of it. I wish I could attend every Sunday.
Dick dropped around this afternoon but there wasn’t a lot we could do so we just loafed around and chewed the fat and once again put Minatare through the mill. He just bought a pair of glasses, dark tinted and he looks good in them.
The recent furlough plan has taken a little effect and two men from the battalion have left. However don’t regard it as any indication that I will get one, for I haven’t two years service yet and then there are other circumstances as shipping, etc. However I hope that in the next year an opportunity will present itself.
Well Mom and Dad, I can’t write much and I have a few things to do so I’ll put the breaks on about here. I wish I could have been with you on this Mother’s Day. Every year that day means more and more to me.
Love,
