Hello Mom and family,
Will try to write a few lines before the mail goes out. There isn't much news to write, though.
I'm feeling fine. My foot doesn't hurt me anymore. I guess I just turned it over a little. They aren't working us very hard here. The only thing we do is get into positions to shoot the rifle. We have to get in some of the awfullest positions I ever saw, and just about all my muscles are sore from it.
Can't wait to get home and have a good cold bottle of beer. It would taste good after the last two months.
Mom, don't go to any trouble getting me anything because I know how bad you all need the money, so don't spend any on me. You all have kept me all my life, so now it is time for me and Uncle Sam to take care of me.
No, I haven't stopped smoking, but I've quit coughing. If a fellow didn't smoke here, I don't know what he'd do.
Well Mom, the mail is going out, so I guess I'll quit for now.
Love,
Pedue
p.s. Tell Dad I think they are going to make a marine out of me yet. haha
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