Boy Oh Boy, we had an air raid last night. Bombs were falling every where. Personnel and heavy bombs. Some hit pretty close as the concussion was terrific. They hit an ammunition dump close by and shells were landing in our area. Just layed there and sweated one coming through our tent. Turned in come more clothes today. We played a game of ball tonight. My first time since last March 1943. Boy am I stiff. Had a mail call. Wrote a few letters and went to bed.
Your Son, ‘Chick’
