June 2, 1943.

Dear mom,

Been very busy here? Always on the go 24 hrs of the day. You never rest! Got shots in the arms and boy, they sure hurt. Boy, am I red. My nose is so red I could fry an egg on it, I really don’t like it here, because its way out in the woods. No place to go. That’s why I want you to send a Radio. You may noticed change my address on the letter I sent you. Follow that, not the one in the letter. None of the fellows like it here?

Your Son,

Ralph