July 3, 44
Dearest Mother & All,
I guess today is Monday, that's what they say. Last year at this time I was digging out a swimming pool at New Cumberland, now I'm digging fox holes in France. I'm alright except for a cut up fist that I stuck through a couple window glasses, nothing serious but you know how I am, not happy unless I'm carrying a cut around. There isn't much I can say just that I'm alright. We're back in a rest area right now so we have a chance to clean up a little and do some writing so I may write you again in a day or so. I rec'd the pliers and cookies back in Eng. The cookies kept fine! You can send me caramels and peanuts in you next package. The Echo and dried beef haven't arrived yet, should be along any time now though.
I suppose you have rec'd my watch by now also the $100 I sent the last of May. Unless you or Louise need it also the $25 allotment that should come through in a month or so, put it in the bank in your name. I haven't decided to buy bonds, I may put it in the Gov. finance its nearly the same thing. France is some place phooey. Give me U.S. A.
Until again I remain as ever, With Love, Dean