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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Thursday September 28, 1944

Dearest Kitten:
Last night I was planning on writing to you but instead I went into town with Sgt. Ryan to a G.I. show. Yanks A Poppin. I laughed so much that the muscles in my face were sore. It sure was a great show. It is handled by servicemen in conjunction with the U.S.O. The cast is made up of servicemen entirely except for a few civilian gals hired by the U.S.O.
The show is free and is well worth going to. After last night I hope and will try to make each new show that they put on. Every two weeks they put on a new show on Monday, Wednesday, & Sunday nights.
Letter #104 came in last evening’s mail. It sure is a pip, and your typing is still very good.
I was afraid that you might see the resemblance when you saw the Wolf in the Beachcomber acts just like me, huh?
(Before I forget it, please send me an automatic pencil.) The one that I bought back in the States has been AWOL for two weeks and I am afraid that it is desertion and I will never see it again.
If anyone wants to know what I need, tell them some T shirts. I could use a couple of dozen.
The picture of myself with the snake did not come out. It was alive, in fact it was a constrictor snake. The kind that strangle whatever they eat.
When this mess is over and we get the chance, we will take a trip by plane. It was a wonderful experience.
Here’s wishing you luck with your diet. If you can manage to stay on it, you will undoubtedly feel a hundred percent better. Mm I imagine that I could really go for you if you weighed about 115 lbs. Don’t worry about it though I will still love you no matter.
Always remain my beautiful brunette wife please. If I had wanted a blonde, I most certainly would not have bothered you. Instead I married you, remember.
Bobby & Barby must look cute going out to play together. Big brother act on the part of Bobby, huh?
You have perhaps wondered what we were doing in Brisbane. Now a small part can be told. We are building Refrigerator & Utility barges. Now you know. We are no longer soldiers, just a bunch of unhappy, homesick, lovesick, workmen. Doing work that pays from $100.00 to $200.00 a week back in the old country.
I always knew that you were a smart wife and that I do not appreciate you half enough.
Is there something wrong with a baby looking like his father? I liked the way you described Lorraine’s youngster. Cute but he still looks like Arthur. Is that what you say about Bobby too?
The next time that you see Charlie & Tess, tell Charlie that after a few months overseas, something eighteen and American looks good to you.
(Any time that a new song comes out please get the music for me and send it.) We have a very good pianist and he plays for the Battalion Orchestra, we would appreciate receiving the music so that we can scoop everybody around on them. Catch?
If medals were horses, I am afraid that I will be left on foot after this mess is all cleared up. Never fear, I will never be accused of being a hero. Naturally I will always try to do my duty to the best of my ability.
Gosh but I love and miss you Sweetheart. The longer that I am away from you the greater is my desire to be with you. Give my regards to all & kiss the babies for me. Take very good care of my heart until my return.
Your Loving, Devoted, & Faithful Husband,

Bob

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