I laid around all morning and so I wrote letters after dinner. We are moving again. Boy that bridge sure slowed us up. The front is about 25 miles from us. The people along the way seem a lot different than other people. They stand along the streets and cheer as we go by. We are about 20 miles from Messina now and are racing the British. I read a little and listen to the radio and went to bed. I am on guard from 3 to 6 am.
Your Son, ‘Chick’
