Wish I could hear from you soon. I'm still a little worried about the baby. It's a beautiful day in Ireland - this Easter Sunday. The sun is shining brightly (and that's a bit unusual for this country). Went to church today; the Church of Ireland. A lovely old stone structure and must say, a far prettier church than those we had in the States. The service was beautiful and impressive. The Church of Ireland is equivalent to the Church of England. There seems to be one in each parish. As I understand it, you can send me a box of things requested by the soldier himself. This package (not bigger than a shoebox) is subject to postal inspection; also you'll need this letter perhaps to show. I want a double edge razor, a metal mirror with leather or cloth cover, some large handkerchiefs, and that pocket edition book "Nana" I was reading. Fill in the remaining room with candy.
9 April 1944
Thought maybe you'd appreciate a letter from a foreign land; Northern Ireland, in fact, where I now am. And that's all I can reveal as to my wherabouts. There are many things I can't write about. But can say thie country is quite beautiful and picturesque and there are many interesting things to see. Everything is so different here in many ways. Seems as if the houses are all made of stone or plaster and they are very pretty. The fields are small and the land is green through the winter, they say. Went to a church today which was a beautiful building made of old stone. The Church of Ireland was the denomination. It was like an old English-style church you sometimes see pictured on Christmas cards. The service was very good. Hope you're getting along better in health now.