D. P. #2, Municipal Airport
June 29, 1942
Bryant Service Club
Providence, R. I.
Just this morning I received a letter mailed June 8th. It had traveled to four rather distant points before it finally caught up, but it was very welcome in any case.
About two weeks ago a package of cookies also came my way after a trip nearly as long. I intended to notify you of my change in address, but before I had a chance to catch my breath from the last trip, I was on my way on another.
You will find my latest address in the upper right hand corner; it may be old before you send the next item, but at least it will cut down the trip by three or four stops.
Letters and packages mean a great deal to a man in the Army, which is a familiar remark by now, but nevertheless it is true. Candy and cigarettes are always available at the Post Exchange, but they mean more when they come through the mails as a gift.
Thanks again for your kindnesses, and I hope you get half the fun from sending as I do on the other end.
Very truly yours,
Pfc. Robert N. Fowler [Transcription ends]