Dearest
Kitten:
We are
stationed at Brisbane. We have just been informed that we are now permitted to
tell our location. As if you did not have a darn good idea where I was. The
camp is built on a hill at the end of a tram line. Tram, is trolley to you. It
takes only a short time to reach the heart of town from camp.
Letter #79
came today and I must ask you to forgive me if I sounded too lonesome. I am
lone-some for you but I do not like to make you feel that I am slowly dying. We
are lucky to be able to get into town at most any time that we want. The town
is dead but it is a change. We have a lot of servicemen's clubs but they are
usually so crowded that it is not too much fun. There are a lot of parks and
gardens. They have a botanical garden that is world famous. I was down to visit
it one Sunday.
How can I
ever forget that first night with you. At the time I sure was nervous. Not any
more I don't think. Then again, by the time that I return home again I will
probably be bashful again. Ca you imagine a soldier being bashful.
It is a wise
idea to wait till after the war to buy a new sewing machine. They may be
cheaper and better with a greater choice and you will be able to get exactly
what you want.
Gosh but I
love you sweetheart. With the passing of each day you seem to mean more to me
and are dearer. Each day I ask myself if it is possible that I could possibly
have loved you as much the day before as I do that day.
Give my regards
to everyone and kiss the babies for me. I love you.
Your Loving,
Devoted, & Faithful Husband,
Bob
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