With several other letters from Feb/Mar in an envelope postmarked March 8
February 15, 1944 (probably)
Tuesday Eve.
Dear Folks,
Well so far so good. I just hope that I can continue feeling as well as I do now if I get through in good shape.
We haven’t been working to hard this week and I have been getting along fine. So far we have been firing the machine guns and mortar. I have about forgotten all I knew about them but I am picking it up as I go along well enough to keep up. We finished mortar today and tomorrow we finish with machine gun.
I am living in exactly the same area as I did before. This is because I have been in the fourth company of the battalion both times. There have been a few changes made out here but as a whole it seems very natural. Boy I hope this is the last time I have to be here.
I heard from my letter I wrote to the company in Marion about my medal. They said if it was a fault in the workmanship they would fix it for nothing, but otherwise they didn’t know how much it would cost. The only catch to it was that they couldn’t fix it before April. But, I am going to write them sometime in March and jog their memory so they won’t book ahead of me. REmind me if I forget about it.
I am a supply room man again tonight. West (I don’t know whether I have mentioned him or not but he is the Pfc. assistant to the supply sgt.) is sick tonight and Sgt. Steele went home so they called on me to stay down here this evening and then sleep here with West.
I sure can’t promise you a letter like this very often so if you don’t hear from me you will know that I am alright but busy.
I got the cookies from the church the day before yesterday. They all tasted so good that I couldn’t even tell which ones were Mother’s.
How are you getting along. It sounds to me like things are happening around there.
Your son and brother,
Donald