Thursday evening
May 11, 1944
Dear Mom,
I’m writing this letter just for you Mom. You know, as I sit here I keep trying to think of the words to tell you how grateful I am to God for giving me the most wonderful mother in the world and no matter how much I think of it I know I could never hope to put in words, the love in my heart for my Mom. It’s a feeling that will be with me whenever I am, Mom, and as long as I live. I only hope that whatever I do I can say that you’re proud of me and if that’s the case then I don’t care what anyone else says. Honestly, Mom, you can’t imagine how much your encouragement helped me out this past month. No matter how long I live Mom I’ll take the advice from you as the best authority in the world. I ask God every night to look after my Mom and next Sunday I’ll be right at Mass receiving communion just for you.
Well, Mom, I think I’m beginning to learn a little something about the infantry although I’ll still take the artillery. I found out one thing, though and that is that these doughboys (infantry men) are the ones who really win wars and battles. The artillery, Au Corps, tanks and everything else are only there so that they can help out when the doughboys move forward.
I received Aunt Frances’s gift today. She sent me some socks and they really will come in handy. I tried to get some tonight + they didn’t have any to fit me. I’m on the lookout for some undershirts now and I’ll probably be able to pick some up at ?????master if + when I get a chance to get there.
Well Mom it’s getting sort of late now so I’d better be getting a little sleep. I’ll be writing again soon and don’t forget to take good care of yourself. Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
Your devout + loving son always.
Bob
