The dating of this letter is confusing, and I try to address it in a separate post. It is postmarked July 25, 1943, so that’s the date I’m using as the most reliable.
Dear Mom and Pop,
As you can see, I’ve changed my address again. I’m still feeling fine and I hope you are too.
I saw more grape vines here in North Africa than I’ve seen in all the rest of my life. The grapes grow on little plants about 2 feet tall. I don’t know whether the plants grow into vines or not, but I don’t think so. There are fields and still more fields of these grapes, all over North Africa.
There’s not much more I can say, but I’ll try.
I’m still with the whole gang from my basic training camp and I’m glad we didn’t get separated.
We had a couple of real good meals here and it surprised me.
We can go swimming here every night if we want to.
That’s all folks.