Dearest Kitten:
I love you,
my beautiful Kitten. The ache in my heart is due to the empty void that is
always with me. The emptiness is due to my being so far away from you.
The only
thing that I need, to satisfy all my desires, is to be allowed to go home to
you, Sweetheart.
After writing
to you last night, Sgt. St. Jean and myself went over to the P.X. and had two beers.
From there we went to the show. It was Red Skelton in "Whistling in Brooklyn". It was wacky but I enjoyed it nevertheless. I needed something
funny to break the monotony.
Upon arising
this morning, the First Sgt. told me that with the aid of another NonCom, we
were to be in charge of the men this afternoon to see that they washed the outside
of the barracks and all the windows. Today is Sunday, but we do not even get a
break because if it.
Do not be
surprised if one of these days you have to start addressing your mail to Pvt.
Lemire instead of S/Sgt. Lemire. Things are getting so bad that one of these
days I am going to blow my top. When that happens I will undoubtedly lose my
stripes. The way I feel right now, I do not care and would be a lot happier as
a private. A man can go no lower than a private and in that capacity it would
be heaven. I could then take my time about doing things and would have only
myself to worry about. Our new C.O. is wacky and gives no consideration what so
ever to the men. That is what gets my goat.
I got a kick
out of the letter that you wanted me not to read. You sure were feeling mean
when you wrote it.
You ought to
buy yourself a new alarm clock. One of these days you may be sorry if you should
happen to oversleep.
In last
night's letter I told you that there was nothing new about the cadre. Well
there isn't, but there is still a chance. Just keep hoping and praying, it may
come true as yet.
It will be
good for Estelle to go to work It will take up her mind and give her something
to look forward to all the time.
It is
probably the cold that makes the alarm clock stop. Now if I were home, we would
make enough heat of our own to keep the clock warm. Of course it might stop
because of the sights it will see, so there is very little advantage there.
You may be
able to get a job with the U.S. Rubber, but I would not plan on it too much.
It was nice
of you gals to pitch in for Helen. I hope you have a good time when you go over
to her house.
Mrs. Dubuque
is lucky in having a registered nurse so close and handy. I doubt if Barbara
will be left with a scare on her finger if it is only the nail and a small cut.
It sure must have hurt. I know what it feels like to lose a fingernail and it
is no fun.
I hope that
the salve does the trick for Barbara. It would be a job to put her on goat's
milk. In the first place you would have to go after it, and in the second it
would cost so much. Let's hope that the salve is sufficient.
I am very
happy that you finally got the babies insured. It is something that I have been
wanting to have done for a long time. − Later:
Sgt. St. Jean
& myself just got back from Mass. We will have to go Wednesday. It is to be
a 6:00 P.M. Mass. We will have to rush to make it as we usually eat around 5:45
P.M. [Feast of the Immaculate Conception.]
I hope that
you have received your allotment by now. If you have not, the twenty that I
sent you probably came in handy huh? Do you need some more? If you do I will
send you some more.
My rifle is
calling me. I have to oil it up & clean it. So I will close. If I get the
chance I am going to write to Mother tonight.
Beautiful, I
love you so much that there is standing room only in my heart, because it is
all reserved for you. My poor attempts to write about my love for you fall
short of really explaining my true feelings. What I need is the personal
contact to be able to show you how much I love you.
You have all
my love so, give my regards to everyone & kiss the babies for me.
Your Loving,
Devoted, & Faithful Husband
Bob
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Keep count of
all the kisses that we put into our letters, because when I go home for good, I
am taking a week off to collect them all personally.
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