Dearest
Kitten:
In a few days
be on the look out for an airmail package. I have not mailed it yet but will do
so in the next few days. Am only waiting for one more thing and it will be on
its way. I can only hope that you like the contents. It took me quite some time
to get all the articles together but perseverance and hard work won out. I am
apt to break my arm by patting myself on the back that way, huh?
Letters #87-8
90-1 came yesterday and also one from Ce and one from John. They were a month
old. Now I will have to get on the ball and answer them. I am in a rather
peculiar situation, it is not the work that I do that takes my time up it is
the interruptions that bother me mostly. No matter where I am or go there is
always someone wanting something or other. My time is not my own. Such is the
life of a 1st Sgt.
I am getting
into the habit of going over to the show at 7:00 P.M. and it gives me a good
deal of relaxation. At least I am not being bothered every other second by
someone who could find out what they wanted from one of the other sergeants.
It has been
too d--- long sine the last time that I took you in my arms and told you how
much that I loved you. By the looks of the news it may not be too long till the
time when this is all over and we will be able to return to the ones that we
love. Then I will be able to take you in my arms and tell you of my great love
for you.
Thanks for
the box. It came Tuesday and did I enjoy the can of soup. Please send some more
mushroom soup if you can get some. That sure was good. One more request, send
me some #120 film if you can, and also some sensitized paper for making prints.
The pictures
that you sent in letter #90 is not too good. A couple of them were nice but the
majority were spoiled. Enclosed you will find three pictures. They were taken
one Saturday afternoon when we went up to the river to the Koala bear farm.
That is two of them are. The one with the Lt. piloting a boat is a picture
given to me by my old platoon officer. He is Lt. White and was in charge of my
until I took over the Operation section.
Reading from
left to right in the other picture is, Sgt. Ellis, Pvt's Karnes, G Jones, and
myself.
By golly by
the pictures, my family will be almost fully grown by the time I get home if I
don't watch out. They sure are cute and I miss them more than I can tell. Of
course I don't miss you - MUCH.
You must know
by now that I wrote to Mrs. Fuller when you told me about her husband's death.
He was only an acquaintance but they treated me so well the few times that I
was up there that it was my duty to write.
Last night I
went to town and had a spaghetti dinner with my supply sergeant. We enjoyed
ourselves very much. The supply sergeant is only a young fellow but a swell
egg. He and I hang out together a lot and usually go to town together. His home
is in New York City and is very much in love with a girl back home. When we get
together we are always talking about our girl friends back home. I give him all
the find points in handling his wife-to-be.
Well sweetheart
as much as I hate to end this letter I have to as I am all run out. Give my regards
to everyone & kiss the babies for me.
Your Loving,
Devoted, & Faithful Husband,
Bob
