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November 21, 1944

Dear Mattie,

How have you been Mattie? How have ma and pa been doing? It has been a few weeks and I miss the family dearly. I'ma start writing more often since there's nothing to do. I'm getting a little homesick. I'm trying my best to accommodate myself to the new environment. I know, I know I'm eating whatever is available. So don't worry too much Mattie, I swear, you need to take a break and find yourself a lady. Really, I miss the food ma makes. Here they serve us slop, some weird god-knows-what. It smells like that dead cow that we forgot to get rid of in pa's pastures. That's not the worse of my problems.

The latrines on the ship is disgusting. The guy that's in charge of cleaning the place didn't do a very good job. I have to hold my breath every time I go in there for...well… everything. Since I left the training camp back in the states, it's been going downhill since then. I couldn't get a good nights sleep yesterday! Darn crew mates kept makin' a ruckus all night. They keep hollering and hooting over the playboy magazines. It is like they never seen a girl ever before in their life.

Well getting to the point, I didn't really do much today. First thing in the morning, we ran laps around the ship deck and physical training. Then there were the basic drills. We pretty much have to do this in case of enemy submarine attacks. I say it's stupid. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it's getting pretty boring. The only thing I do in my free time is listen to the radio and doodle. There's a really good song that's been playing in the radio, what was it… I forgot. But it goes like this, "It's love-love-love." pretty catchy!

I heard that once you get into the real battle, it's going to change you. The guys aren't scared. They're pretty excited to see some action. I can't wait to get on land again. I know I'm pretty excited myself. Defending the country you know? Pa's been doing it and he seems pretty proud of it too. I want him to be proud of me for something ya know? Well, the infantry's shipping me and my fellers off to France. Pray for me Mattie. I'ma go to sleep now, tell ma and pa I love them.

From,

Alfred Jones.

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