June 3, 44 England
Here it is June already, would you think it? I suppose you've been out of school the last couple weeks. How did you make out on your eighth grade exam. You'll be going to high school next year no doubt and meeting a lot of girls. Now its all right to like them, but don't go getting any screwed up twisted ideas about any certain ones. Four years from now you'll be graduating and you won't have to come to the army (I hope) so you can go ahead and go to college or learn to fly or whatever you may want to do if you're not mixed up with some girl. Don't get me wrong now, I want to see you go out and have a good time but what I mean is don't get serious about any of them for a long time yet. You're to young to be running around with the females yet anyway.
How are the Boy Scouts getting along or aren't they started yet. I see some of the English Scouts once in a while. Over here in England is where the Boy Scouts started. I had a lot of fun when I was in the scouts but I didn't go far enough.
How is the old jeep and truck working? Louise said you had a little excitement with it down the hill when the brakes wouldn't work. I wouldn't try to adjust them anymore you'd better get new ones, it'll only cost a couple dollars and pay you in the long run. They were getting bad when I was still home and I had some close calls so I don't imagine they have gotten any better.
I'm just as good as can be so don't you worry and keep that farm going. I'll sign off here I want to say a few words to mother.
As ever, Dean
Everything is going well with me hoping this finds the same with you. In these times I won't know from time to time when I can write again so don't be disturbed if my mail doesn't come through too well. I'm sending you $100 so if Louise or yourself don't need it put it in the Bank. I took out a $25 allotment so put it in the bank also unless someone needs it. I'll try to write Gretchen an Ernest someday but I couldn't say when. Well I guess that's about all for now.
As ever, you're Loving Son Dean
P.S. I was just made P.F.C. ("Har Har")