Dear Mother & Dad,
I hate to write one of these dehydrated letters but I haven’t much to say and I’m pretty busy at the present. We will get straightened around soon and I’ll have more time. I’m glad to be away from all of the noise that goes on, but I probably won’t be able to sleep without having an artillery gun blasting away. The mail is coming in fine now and I hope mine is finally catching up with you. Tell everyone that I will write them soon and please give yourself a lower rest and not worry about me. Maybe I’ll be able to go see Bud & Eddie one of these days. By by for now and I’ll write again soon.
Your Son,
“Chick”
