Dear Mother,


Surprise! I can finally tell you where I'm located, or rather, give you an idea of the locality. Right now we're "somewhere in Iceland." Isn't that a heck of a place to be? And the blasted place really lives up to its name. It really IS Iceland. The climate may be its warmest right at this time of year, for it is summer time now, but it reminds me of our little swimming exploit in the mountain lake at San Isabel. That all happened back at Pueblo.

Naturally, we haven't reached the end of our journey as yet. But we haven't much farther to go. The biggest part is over. Iceland is completely influenced by Great Britain. The cars are driven on the left side of the road - also there are lots of "limeys" around here. Surprising where you meet your friends nowadays. Since I've been here, I've run into about ten of the fellows that I was with back at Fort Worth. All of them are doing the same thing that I'm doing and going to the same place that I'm going. Sorta makes for efficiency, to be working with fellows that you know well.

I'm going to close for tonight. I'll write again tomorrow. By the way, do you know that you can write me air mail for 6 cents now? That is a privilege for overseas men and those who write to them.

All my love,
Jack

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