December 9, 1944
Dear Marge,
I guess you began to wonder what happened to me. Well this place doesn't afford much writing time. Right now its getting dark fast and I'm beginning to wonder if I'll get this finished. This weather is terrible. Right now its snowing. I wish I knew when Betty's Birthday was, at least I could of wished her a happy one. I'll be ready for it the next time.
Hows the Bowling coming. Are you still getting up the average. Just make out that Jim is there kidding you and maybe I'll be able to help you out. Lots of luck. I sure wish I was there though. ______ is but I'm a large way off. I guess I will be gone a long time. Well I go, it's getting too dark to write so I'll have to close.
So long for now
Jim
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