Dearest Kitten:
This being
your birthday, I must write a nice long letter to you. I may get run down
before getting very far but I will do my best.
I love you
very much Sweetheart and because this is your birthday, I have been thinking of
you all day long. It has made me rather lonesome. Every night before falling
asleep my thoughts always wander back to you and home. How I pray for the day
when I can start back home to you and my little family.
Before me is
your 12th, 13th, 14th and two V mail letters of the 19th & 21st of May.
Thanks for writing so regularly. Letters from you are like pay day, always look
forward to. Keep them coming.
Peter is
going to be a hellion if I know anything about children. He will be spoiled
also, unless they have another one right away. I'll feel sorry for him if he
stays at your mother's much longer. He will get used to having a lot of
attention and when they move away he is going to miss it and Eva will have her
hands full.
Was happy to
hear that Bobby was feeling much better. Poor fellow. I feel sorry for him. The
sooner you have his tonsils taken out the better off it will be for both him
and you.
Glad to see
that you have not changed. I am referring to your changing the house all
around. When spring comes around it is always the same old story, change the
kitchen around and also the living room. All is still normal on the home front.
Your
description of the cupcakes made my mouth water. Just see to it that when I get
home again that you take good care of your husband's stomach.
St. Rita's
procession must have seemed like a children's show. Remember last year? I was
home on a pass. We have been extremely lucky since I have been in the Army. A
lot of men never got back to see their people after they reported.
It must be
all over for Lorraine by now. I hope that it is a boy. I know that you will let
me know as soon as possible. I am anxious to know. Give her my regards.
Yesterday I
sent a cablegram to you. I hope that it was not too long in reaching you.
I had to give
up with that other pen. Now I will try this paint brush. My good pen is down in
my barracks and I am too lazy to go after it.
Today being
Sunday, I was a very good boy and went to church again this morning.
We got paid
Friday and I did very well for myself. From now on though, I will be doing very
poorly. Fourteen dollars a month is not very much, now that we are going to
have a NonCom's Club. By the way I was elected president. It is an honor but it
will take up more of my time than I am happy about. We are going to have a
building put up across the road and in view of the camp for us. The reason is
so that we can have liquor on the premises. Being Sergeants, we are allowed a
ration of liquor. Liquor is very hard to get over here, and only sergeants and
officers are allowed to purchase liquor.
I am getting
used to the money over here. The main draw back is that the paper money is
worth more than American money and a person does not realize how much he is
spending sometimes. A pound note is worth three dollars and twenty six cents.
Spending a pound note is like spending a dollar, or so it seems. I may take ten
more dollars for myself and drop your allotment to seventy five instead of
eighty five dollars.
It has been
too long since the last time that I took you in my arms and loved you to my
heart's content. How I wish that it was possible for me to do just that right
now. M-M-M-M Oh! Well soon maybe.
Give my regards
to everyone and kiss the babies for me.
Your Loving
& Faithful Husband
Bob
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