Saturday July 1, 1944

Dearest Kitten:

Am I still your favorite husband or has the ice man taken my place?

Remember me? I'm the guy what brung ya. Funny that I should be writing the above when I know darn well that the answers are all in my favor.

Do you know that the great love of Romeo & Juliet, written by Shakky, pales as compared to our love. Our love for each other would make the immortal Bard throw up his hands in disgust at his famous Masterpiece.

Tonight is a cold rainy night and it makes me lonesome of home. There is something about a rainy night that makes a person reminisce and in doing that makes me very lonesome. It would be a wonderful thing if a man could think hard enough and be transported back to the place and time that he is thinking about. Right now I would be sitting in the divan holding you in my arms and telling you how much that I love you.

Today brought success, three letters, a V-mail, and a letter from Mother. Not bad at all.

Your thoughts on Saturday, June 17 must have been short and sweet, but you have more than made up for missing a letter.

It must have seemed funny to go to the beach, without your husband. We used to have good times at the beach. There will be more times like them eventually. Just keep on hoping and praying and the time will pass and before you know it I will be home in your arms for good.

It must be a kick to see Barby teasing Bobby. I bet he gets mad at her. The little rascal she is going to be a terror when she grows up, I bet.

After all my son takes after his father, you can not blame him if he has an eye for good looking women, see who his Daddy picked for his wife.

M-m-m I can just picture the battle royals that will take place when everyone lands at your mother's with their children. I think that your husband will be conspicuous in his absence on a day like that.

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Your mother must have been happy to see her people from Canada. It sure must have been a surprise to her when they walked in on her. Being away from home has a very few advantages, if you know what I mean.

Tomorrow being Sunday brings back the hustle and bustle of getting ready for church. Now you say that you have plenty of time. Something must be wrong or you are always late.

I agree with you about Mother entirely. She should not get too attached to the children. She loves them of course but it is bad for her to center her life around them. That is your job and in her doing that is only spoiling them and herself.

You must expect broken dishes when you have a couple of youngsters around. By the time that they are full grown, the cost of the dishes that they will have broken will amount to a great deal.

So Barby wanted to write to Daddy also. Let us hope that when she gets to school she will feel the urge to write. The usual way of things is that a person always wants to do something that he can't and after learning how, hates to do it because he has to.

No we did not have any initiation on crossing the equator. The boat was too crowded for anything like that. It was hot enough. When it gets so hot that I lose my appetite it has to be hot. For four days I only ate one meal a day. The mess halls were so hot that I hated to go eat and not being hungry I did not mind staying away.

Tomorrow I hope to have some time to catch up on my correspondence. The men are having a beer party and things should be quiet enough so that I will be able to do a few of the things that I want to.

Mother appears to be doing very well for herself at work. I hope that she is really getting along as well as she claims. The money is good anyhow.

So Bobby is starting to act like Victor used to. I am sorry to hear that, but I hope that he does not get to be as bad as Victor was. If he does and I get home before he gets over it, I see where he and I are going to go round and round.

Pat must have been thrilled to hear Peter over the phone. He will be lucky if he does stay in the States until this is all over.

Everybody must feel relieved now that they have heard from Andrew. It is not pleasant to wait and wait for news when you know that they are going across.

None of your boxes have reached me as yet but they will eventually I hope. With the golf balls, I will have something to look forward to doing on a Sunday afternoon.

Well Sweetheart it is past my bedtime, so sweet dreams. Regards to everyone & kiss the babies for me.

I love you.

Your Loving, Devoted & Faithful Husband

Bob

P.S. Can you send me a can of vacuum sealed coffee. The coffee over here is swell, for cuts bruises or internal injuries. Coffee is a medicine over here and from the taste, I would say that it is drunk only under direct doctor's orders.