Nov. 4, 44 Belgium
Dear Ma and all,
Well I guess it's about time I was writing a line home. I'm sitting on my helmet and writing on a ration box. I'm fairly safe as far as the enemy is concerned and will be for some time probably. I'm back with the company so my mind should catch up with me with in a week or so. I rec'd your's & Dad's letters about a month ago, ans. Them and haven't written since. I really haven't anything to say I guess, If you haven't sent the gloves yet get size #10 with a lining in since winter is at the door. I put on a heavy under shirt today, it feels pretty good. I'd like to be back there now to go hunting, but I guess if I'm there next year to go hunting I'll be darn lucky.
I've been in Germany and stood on the Siegfried line. I came through France and banged through paree on an old freight train in the middle of the night so I didn't see very much of it. I came through (censored) and went through (censored) in Belgium. And of course I'm still ready to come home. I can't say when I'll write again but I'm always thinking of you all. How does Fred like High School?
As far as settling down when I get back, goes, well I wouldn't promise anyone just what I going to do when that time comes. I wouldn't say that we live over here, we just exist, but I've had quite a good time kicking around in England and Europe.
Well it's starting to sprinkle so I'd better close.
As ever I remain, Your loving son, Dean