October 27, 1942.
Feeling fine hoping to hear the same. I’m in Denver to-day being its my day off. The town is swell. The service men mens center is about one of the nicest places there is. The floor I’m on has 8 billiard tables and a lot of desks for writing letters. In the far corner is a library, where we can read the latest books out. There are 3 floors. You can see the picture of on the stationery.
The mountain you see is called Pikes Peak. I got on of those pens you find in a bank, and I can’t write so good with it.
I hope everything is O.K. at home.