Monday Dec 6, 1943

Dearest Kitten:

As I sit down and start writing this letter I am the saddest of Sad Sacks. Things are going from bad to worse. First the C.O. gigged the whole company as we were supposed to go out with full field packs tonight. A few of us NonComs went into the orderly room and started bitching to the Officers. We were all hot under the collar and could have all been court-martialed. We finally got the men out of it, but the barracks have to be in A1 shape tomorrow morning or else.

We just got through GIing our own barracks and checking on my barracks. The men at supper time almost mutinied. About half of them walked out of the mess hall tonight at supper time. They did it mostly so that it would get back to the Orderly room. It was their way of showing their disapproval. You can well understand how I feel at the present time.

There is one thing that I am sure of and always will be, and that is my love for you. If it were not for my great love for you, I do not know what I would do. I always thank God for your love for me. It is one thing that I can always depend on, and receive strength from, to continue on.

Our outfit is considered the toughest outfit in the army. We were always under the impression that the paratroopers were, but the paratroopers consider us the toughest. You can draw your own conclusions.

Your letters of Thursday & Friday came today. So I will try to answer some of your questions.

I was glad to hear that Barbara's finger is not bothering her. If Bobby starts having ear aches, I pity him. I used to have them when I was young. I hope that he is not bothered with them as they are no fun.

Ain't I quite the boy though. I showed the picture to the other NonComs and did they get a kick out of it.

Give Charlotte & Hector my regards. I bet that they are happy that it is all over. I suppose that Hector would have rather had a boy though.

My cold is still with me but it does not bother me. I feel great but I would be better off if I were in Boston or thereabouts. It is warm down here, or maybe it seems that way after being up North for a week.

I hope that Pat likes his new job. If it is what he likes, he will be better off.

How about worrying about yourself and taking care of yourself. I can take care of myself, so stop worrying, huh?

I have to close as it is almost 11:00 P.M.

I love you, Beautiful. Never doubt it for a minute.

Sweetheart, my love for you is so great that I can not make it appear in words.

Give my regards to everyone & kiss the babies for me.

Your Loving, Devoted, & Faithful Husband

Bob

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