Can't write a thing -- the censor to blame. Just say I'm well and sign my name. Can't tell where we sailed from, can't even mention the date, and can't even number the meals we ate. Can't say where we're going -- don't know where we'll land, couldn't inform you if met by a band. Can't mention the weather, can't say if it rained -- all military secrets must remain. Can't have a flashlight to guide me at night, can't smoke cigarettes except out of sight. Can't keep a diary for such is a sin -- can't keep the envelopes your letters come in. Can't say for sure folks, just what I can write, so I'll call this a letter and close with 'good night.'
Don't fail me with some mail. I know I can't write much, but I like to receive letters. Would love to have the Lowell Tribune sent to me if possible.
Will see you in the papers. Take good care of yourselves and I'll see you all some day soon, I hope.
Love,
Cecil