Dearest Beautiful Wife:
I love you
and am terribly lonesome for you. When I think of what I would be doing right
now if I were still up North, it makes me very lonesome. I would be well on my
way home right now instead of sitting on my bunk writing to you.
I was allowed
to let three men out of my section of fifteen, to go on pass. I was tempted to
go out myself, but I thought better of it as there were just three men in my
section who have never been out on a pass. So good hearted me, I let them all
go.
To break the
monotony, I am going to a show tonight. May be a beer or two, depending on how
I feel.
Of course
everybody were telling you that you were beautiful, it is only because you are
just that.
My new job
has kept me rather busy and I hope that you will forgive me for neglecting you.
It is not intentional. You are always in my heart and my mind. How can I ever
forget you, when you are so much a part of me. There are times when I wished
that I could forget you because of thought of you bother my concentration, and
there are plenty of times that it is necessary for me to use all my powers of
concentration.
Most of the
men who left on furlough are back. The next group to leave will not be allowed
to go until our present training program is over. The schedule is up to the 26th
of this month. My furlough, will, in probabilities, not be before the month of
December. You will just have to take me when I get there.
The Infantry
outfit is supposed to move out before long. Just what will happen to us is a
mystery.
Tomorrow if I
get the chance, I am going into the main camp to check on my pictures. You
should have received them by this time.
Everything
down here is Snafu. In the Army, "Snafu" stand for "Situation
normally f--ked up". [Situation normal, all f--ked up]
I have failed
to mention that I have put on weight. I weigh about 165 now. Do you think you
will be able to stand up under all that weight?
When I get
home, you will have to carry it quite often. That should be pleasant.
So you think
that I will be the one to get burned, do you?
You may be
surprised. With all the exercise I have been getting, with no sexual relief, I am
storing up quite a charge.
...
Well
Beautiful Sweetheart I will have more time tomorrow to write, so I will close
with all my love.
Your Husband
Bob
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