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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Letter #7, Monday, June 12, 1944, Somewhere in Australia


Dearest Kitten:
Time is just flying by for me and there never seems to be time enough in each day for me to do all the things that I want to. For some reason or other I am always on the go.
Let me clear up one item here and now. You were squawking because I hardly mention the children, and because I asked Mother to write to me about them. It is hard for me to write anything about the children as they are with you, and I asked Mother about them so that she will have something to write about and also to get her point of view about them. It was not because you do not write about them or anything like that.
Letter #25 came today with the pictures in it. They are very nice, but where did you get that hat? It is probably a very pretty hat, but why wear it on the back of your head?
Like father, like son. You will have to watch Bobby and stop him before he makes it a habit of going around like that. He takes after his father there. That is the way I would like to be right now with you.
I am sitting in the NCO's club as I write this, sipping beer. We have a very nice place for ourselves. I have been busy getting the place fixed up. We have sandwiches, coke and beer. Tomorrow I am going into town and get a coffee maker and a few utensils for cooking.
We draw hard liquor but are not able to drink it on the post. Our Commanding Officer is having a club built for us and as soon as i is finished, we will be able to drink our liquor as the club is off of the Post.
You will receive two months class E allotment of $85.00 and then it will drop to $65.00 as I dropped it as I find that I need more than I thought I would need.
The cigarette lighter was purchased with my own hard earned cash and I am sorry to say that it was not a good looking blonde that gave it to me. Of course I would not think of accepting any gifts from a good looking blonde, much. Just show me a good looking blonde around here and would I go to town, um-m-m, but where would a man find a good looking gal, even a brunette, around here.
It must have seemed funny to bathe a small baby again. One of your letters that is still on its way must explain about the bathinette. From what I can make out from your 25th letter, you must have given Lorraine one. The way that my mail has been reaching me has got me into a whirl. I can not tell whether I am going or coming.
Do I dream of you? Of course I do, and such nice dreams too. How can I help from dreaming about you when I am so much in love with you. You have the most important part of me to keep and hold. Be careful of it as I will need it when I return. So help me, every free minute of the day I am thinking of you Sweetheart, and how I would like to take you in my arms right now. It is rather lonesome at times for me, but a time will come when we can make up for all the time that we lost. Gosh but I love you Beautiful.
From the picture that you sent, our children are getting to be very nice looking youngsters. Get it from their father of course.
It is just as well to have Bobby taken care of as soon as possible. While the doctor is at it he might just as well take out his adenoids also. If they start to bother Barbara, have them out as soon as possible. In a case like that, do not wait for an O.K. from me, because the way I feel about it is to take the doctor's advice about it.
Going out with the children as often as possible will do both you and the children good. A nice walk, such as over to Ce's will keep you right in trim for when I get home. Ce always was my favorite too. Somehow or other she and I always got along very well together. She is lucky that John got deferred.
Bobby must have been excited to see a real train. He will be wanting to go for a ride in one soon. I am dying to get home for good so that I may get to know my children.
Well Sweetheart I have to close for now. I will try to write more often but I never seem to be able to stay put long enough to complete a letter.
I love you Beautiful, always remember that.
Your Affectionate Husband
Bob

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