Here is another Sunday and the days are still the same. You have a hard time trying to keep up with the day’s. We had a mail call last night and I received a letter from you, Gee, and a harmonica from Mrs. Fleshner. I don’t know when I will have time to learn to play it but someday we will get a rest and then maybe I will get a chance. The Germans are very good demolition man, but there is nothing that they blow up that we can’t fix. You have probably read in the papers by the time you get this letter of the part the engineers played in the campaign. They have taken many news reel pictures of the boys and there are always newspaper men around When there’s a job to do. I know I am a little slow in writing but I will do the best I can. There is little we can say anyway. I thought I had better let you know that I am all right and in good health. I hope you two are the same. Goodbye and please don’t worry, and I love you both very much.
Your son “Chick”