We just put little Al to bed and tonight was the first time we told him I was going to war. He says “Can I go to daddy?” Hows that for a 3 year old Al?

Well he will be proud of me when I come back and he will be proud of me if I don’t come back and when he gets older he can go up to the kids that belong to some of these left handers and say “Where and the hell was your father when the war come off?”

Good by Al and say good by to Bertha for me.

Your pal, Jack .

P.S. I won’t be in the serious against New York but how about the real worlds serious Al? Won’t I be in that? I’ll say so.