February 7, 1944

Hello Mom,

Will try to answer your letter that I got this evening, but I swear I can't think of anything to write about.

I got a letter from Eileen today, and she said that you never did answer her letter that she wrote you a long time ago.

I guess Dad will draw a pretty good pay day this time, won't he. Or he should anyway, because every time you write you say he is out working. I guess he works too much, doesn't he?

I dressed up to go to the show tonight but changed my mind. I don't like shows very well. Tom didn't go either. We thought we would stay here and write a few letters. I wrote 11 letters yesterday. I was awful far behind in my letter writing. I don't think we will get to come home until after March 6. I don't care when we come, I just want to get to come home once and have a little fun.

I guess I am going to have to get me a grip. They cost about $13.

I got weighed yesterday, and I weigh 160 lbs, but I can't tell that I've gained any. The scales might have been wrong. I think we have two weeks mess duty, and I sure hate that because you have to get up at 3:30 and work until about 9:00 that night.

I will close for now and try to write Aunt Lucy a few lines. I won't be able to write you until Wednesday because I don't have any more writing paper and can't get any until then.

Your son,

Pedue