Dated Oct. 25, 1943, from “somewhere in Italy”; postmarked Oct. 29.
I am well, happy and safe and I hope you all are the same.
I haven’t received any packages or letters from Mr. Morgan yet, but I’m still expecting them. I haven’t met anyone I know yet either.
You’re not the only ones who have chickens. I have a pet chicken, I mean had; we ate it. Now we have a pet rabbit. Next thing you know, we’ll be getting a pet water buffalo.
These people make good macaroni too. Just like you make it, Ma, and the chestnuts and oranges and olives and walnuts and apples are plentiful, too.
By the way, Ma, don’t forget to tell me where those people live so I can see them if I get half a chance.
Right now, I am listening to the news which will be followed directly by some good old music from the U.S.A. Last night, I fell asleep right in the middle of the Bob Hope program.
So-long, Love & Kisses,