7 May 1945

My Dear Folks,

Today the war here finished. I can’t seem to grasp it. This stillness is as bad as all the noise. It seems like a great weight on ones shoulder that can’t be shook off. Yes I’m well, not a scratch through it all. Only my soul is battle scarred. I’m much thinner, but I feel fine. The weather here today was beautiful, the first nice day in weeks. I think God arranged it that way. No one seems to know what is going to happen. I’m just praying. If you get a chance to, put in your word. Show no easiness on these people here, they must be guided by a firm hand and a fair one. Their minds are twisted into a terrible condition. I hope I will be able to write much more often now, but it has been impossible recently. I’m still planning on a quail hunt this fall.

Your son,

Jackie