In the midst of war, my soggy apple seems to be of the same worth as your pot roast feast. Its now the summer of 1943, I can't believe I'm almost 26 years old. I know I just left you with the kids and all and believe me, I feel bad about it everyday. Im already weary from the war, and it just seemed to be getting longer. The fighting is getting harder, the days are growing longer, and it's getting harder to see friends gone. That Apple was sent from some men back at base. Food is a rare commodity, especially American treats. I guess today was the perfect day to have something American. I almost forgot what I was fighting for, for a little while. It's raining here, and I can't help but think Georgia is having some good weather right now. It's scary here darling. I miss you, and the kids. I never thought I'd be drafted and have to go to war, but I'm here, and I'm alive. Just let the kids know I miss them so much. I hope Chris is doing good in school, you keep on him about those grades. And as for Jennifer, I know she'll be on right, she's got her head on straight. I hope the money is getting to you in time, I know things are probably tight. I promise you though that when I get home, were gonna buy that lake house you always wanted with that rope swing and such. I only have 5 months left, and I defiantly think they're starting to grow tired of this fighting. Were using these new things called machine guns. They're probably the reason I'm still alive in all likelihood. I just wanted to check up with you, and let you know how I'm doing and how I'm feeling, I'm gonna keep fighting and make it home soon to you, I love you Charline,
Sincerely, James
June 19th, 1943
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