Sunday

September 3, 1944

Dearest Clara,

Darling, I will get this one written while I am waiting for the mess truck, I hope that I get some mail from you when I get down there. I didn’t do very much today. It has been raining pretty hard this afternoon. I did manage to get a few shells cleaned up. I’m trying to get a box full before I send them to you. I can make them into something pretty, when I get back.

I guess that the spray I put on the tent must be alright, it don’t seem to be leaking any more. I did get 3 hours sleep this afternoon. I was sleepy from standing guard last night. I lie awake so much of the time, too.

Well, honey I went to chow and got two letters from you and one from Lyle, so I got to get your answer right this evening. The three pictures came, thanks sweetheart. Honey, isn’t the one taken at Grandma’s by the bushy tree? You look so sweet but tired, which I know you were, I tell you all about the others.

With all my love,

My dear wife, Clara,

Your hubby Johnny