Jan 23, 1944
Dear Mom, and Pop, and Family, England
Well I'm kind of wondering what's going on, back there, it's only been a month since I've heard from anyone. When your moving around from place to place it takes a long time for you mail to catch up. As you see I have moved again and am now with an outfit but I'm going to take a swing at boxing so I don't know where that will take me. We're living in big brick barracks, it seems to good to be so even if it is a bit crowded. They aren't too warm but we have clothes and lots of good grub, a lot better than the last place we were in. I'm with a bunch that has seen combat and they're one swell bunch, if you're not lost in your own thoughts your laughing over someone else's. I don't think I could ask for a better place unless it was home we have to do our own washing and spent most of the day scrubbing up a lot of back washing. I haven't had any passes here yet but had one at the other camp and it sure makes a guy feel good to get out. These English are just about fifty years behind the times. A lot of their expressions mean almost the opp. Of ours, "Bum" is slang for your own bare bottom and "Bloody" is about the worst curse word you can say, so you've got to watch what you say. I'll try and write a little sooner the next time. The time flies.
Until then I remain as ever,