Dearest
Kitten:
How lonesome
I am for you. It seems like years since the last time that I kissed you. A
great many things have happened since then and a lot of water passed under me,
yeh damn near the whole width of the Pacific. Still I can visualize you just as
plain as if I had seen you yesterday.
My dreams and
hopes are centered around you and the babies. All I need now is the opportunity
to carry them out. And yet I am still not certain just what I want when I
return home. One thing that I am sure of is that I want to be with you always.
Letter #128
came tonight and I was glad to see that my package arrived OK and that you
liked it. The third bracelet was meant for Mother. I wrote to you about it in a
letter the same day that the package was mailed, telling you about the contents
so that you would not throw anything away thinking that it was only the
packaging.
I am getting
another package assembled for you but it will be some time before I get what I
want.
You sure get
your visitors in bunches. It breaks the monotony of doing the same thing day
after day.
Yesterday my
mess sgt., Sgt. Troise and myself took a train to one of the beaches about
forty miles away and went for a swim. What a crowd. We had about two hours on
the beach and then started back. We left at 12:30 by train then had to transfer
to a bus before we reached the beach at 2:30, then started back at five. We had
dinner out there and supper in town. Was I tired when I reached camp last night
as I had to stand going both ways.
We ate supper
at a Chinese restaurant. While I was up getting some orangeade at the counter,
Sgt. Troise talked the waitress into bringing me chopsticks to eat my chinese
soup, noodle soup. He told her that I had spent ten years in China before the
war. You should have seen all the people watching me try to manipulate the
chopsticks. Sgt. Troise had hidden my spoon from me. Finally he took pity on me
and gave me my spoon, so I did not starve. An enjoyable time was had by both of
us.
We tried to
wolf a few of the bathing beauties, question mark, but the wedding rings scared
them too much. Sgt. Troise is married also. We had a good time figuring out the
different approaches we would use on the different gals we saw. We got a lot of
laughs out of it anyhow. We talked a good wolfing game anyhow.
Don’t get to
be too much of a stick at home. When I return home you are apt to want to stay
home all that time, and that will never do.
Yeah, I’d
consider taking you out some time. How much dough are you worth? If it is
enough I might even consider marrying you if you promise to support me in a
manner to which I am unaccustomed.
So my youngsters
are proud of their gifts. They should be as their daddy wants them to always be
proud of him.
Does a fish
swim? Does a bird fly? Do I love you? Boy, and how. Know what question I am
answering.
Good night,
Sweetheart. Regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me. I love you.
Your Loving
Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob
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