Dec 7, 1944

Hi Honey,

I am in the woods sleeping and eating. I haven’t had my clothes off for a week. I will be out here till the 26^th of December. Then maybe I can come home. It is plenty cold; I am covered with frost every night. We don’t have enough to eat to keep a cat alive. They are working us day and night. Keep writing if you will I cont.

Love, Ike

PS. Writing off my knee