April 1945

Dear Mom,

I wrote you a V mail the other day but thought I'd write you a few lines on this paper while I have it. I only have one envelope, and it's so dirty, I'm ashamed to send it, but I guess I have to.

I got a couple of bottles of Jap beer, and boy, they sure have good beer.

I know everybody is going to be glad to see Dugie come home. Sure wish I could see him.

Mom, tell everyone who has been writing me, especially June, that I won't have a chance to write until I get out of here, but keep on writing and I will make up for it when I get to a place where I can write.

We heard about Roosevelt dying, and I know everyone at home hated it.

I'd like you to save me all the clippings from the paper about this place and send them to me.
You were wondering why I hadn't written for a while, but when you heard that marines hit Okinawa, you should have known that I was in that bunch and couldn't write. I won't write to anyone but you now, and I'll write every chance I get. I guess you do worry when you don't hear from me, but I guess any mother is like that.

Mom, it might be a good while before I'll get to write again, but just don't worry about me, and tell everyone hello. I think the mail has started coming in here pretty often, but I haven't gotten any for 3 or 4 days.

I am sending you a piece of Jap money, and a piece of the the money that we use here.

I will write you the first chance I get, but it may not be soon.