June 22, 1944

Dear Bill and Emily,

You certainly must be enjoying these summer days. Here in France we have the same wonderful sunshine, even a beautiful view of our shit house where a man can sit with five other boys and there's plenty of shit slung too. All our best rumors come from the end seat.

Don't tell Mom where I'm at, You know how it is, unless she know definitely what I've been doing. (Let me know if she does).

We're having loads of excitement. Our motto is: The difficult we do immediately: the impossible takes a little longer.

This great outdoors life does wonders for a guy. I sleep like a log with cotton in my ears. If I'm real tired I can sleep without it.

Don't ask me about the French dames. The ones I hear about are the gals that wink at you and knife you in the back. Soooo that's enough for me. To hell with them.

As Ever

Al