Tuesday, Jan. 11, 1944

Dearest Kitten:

I love you with all my heart and soul. Each night I pray for the day when the ache in my heart will stop and the wish that goes with me, each and every day, will come true. Nights, I dream of you and I hate to waken in the morning to the reality of the fact that you are not with me.

Tonight is an extremely quiet night and I am making use of the time to write to you. Things have been pretty much in an uproar and I have been as busy as a one armed paper hanger with crabs.

Tonight I am very lonely for you and am wishing I could be at home with you and my little family. You know that song, "Be it Ever So Humble There's No Place Like Home," how true it is. Home to me is where your waiting arms are. Do! I have a beautiful, nice, and cozy and warm home? Uh!Huh!

Last night I made up the balance of the furlough rosters. Did it make me homesick. Just thinking about them did that to me. It made me envious. We did have some fun together on my last furlough.

I received a box of candy from the sister of one of my men. He returned from his furlough today and gave me the box of candy. On Xmas day I had to tell him that one of his sisters had died and that as soon as he was ready he could leave on an Emergency furlough. I had to really move to get it for him and I also arranged for a jeep to take him in to Tallahassee.

He is a little guy of about 35 years of age and he told his sister about how well I treated him and she gave him a box of candy for me.

Had you guessing for a minute, huh? No Sweetheart I do not know her or anything. She is almost old enough to be my mother.

Am I different from most men Sweetheart?

I see these married men go out on pass just to see if they can pick up some babe to have a good time with. When they do, they brag about it and think it is great. I just can not see it. I like to talk to some gals but it is usually about you or my family, like the time on my way home from furlough. I started talking with the Wave.

Gosh! What I wouldn't give, just to be able to talk to you. I certainly am lonely tonight. I guess that it is my job that is getting me down. A First Sergeant can not have any real friends. If I should get real friendly with someone in the Company, I would only be making it look as if he was a pet of mine and the men would turn against hm. Anyone I really like I have to stay away from just for that reason.

I received a letter from Andrew and you will find it enclosed. It is darn nice of him to be so regular.

Your letter of Thursday came today and I sure wish I could take advantage of your new pajamas. You needed something warm to go to bed in. When I get home again, you will not need them of course.

No I did not mention anything to Andrew about how you have been feeling lately. I notice that you did though.

Stop being so childish. The next chance that I get, I plan to write to Pat. Although I have not received a letter from him but nevertheless I will write just the same.

Going to get tough with the Landlady huh? You sure are walking around with a chip on your shoulder these days. Wow! What would you do to me if I were home and did something that you did not like? I hate to even think about it.

Ask Roland Lemire about the letter that I am going to send him with a package. I described how he could recognize a first sergeant. I did not realize how close I was to coming to it until tonight when I went to have a shit. There were three men asking me about or for something while I was shitting. No privacy even in a man's toilet. How do you like that.

Well Kitten, it is after 10:00 P.M. and I must get to bed. Pleasant dreams.

I love you Sweetheart.

Regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me.

Your Loving, Faithful, and Devoted Husband

Bob