Tuesday 28 March, 1944

Dearest Kitten:

I love you with all of my heart and soul and there is very little that I would not do for you. How I could love you right now. Just to be able to take you in my arms and bury my tired heard into your anxious arms. How I would appreciate the feel of your body against mine, the smell of you, and the sound of your voice. I would be sure that I was in heaven if I could only do it.

My health is fine but I am tired as hell. Ever since last Sunday, I have been getting a couple of hours sleep a night. My body has reached that point where it moves not by its own volition but from perpetual motion has taken over. I worked till 5:00 A.M. this morning and got one hour sleep this morning. It sure has been rough lately. Things are going from bad to worse.

I will be a very happy man when everything is crated and everything is ready to go. Maybe I will be able to get some rest then. I have to steal even the little time that it takes to write this letter. Forgive me for being so lax in writing, but at 2 or 3 in the morning I never quite feel up to writing to anyone, especially when I have to get up at 05:30 in the morning.

We are in our Sun Tans now and it sure has been getting hotter than hell down here.

How soon are you moving across the river? Do you think that you will like your new apartment? It should take you about three weeks to get prepared to move, seeing as you are all alone.

Of course the neighbors may not be too friendly and the district may not be the best in the world but we have to get along the best we know how.

My hair is now at its G.I. length. I almost have enough hair so that it shows.

I have a confession to make. Since returning from my furlough, I have been unable to get to mass except on Sunday.

Well things are piling up again so I will have to close.

Regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me.

I love you Beautiful.

Your Loving, Devoted, & Faithful Husband

Bob