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Friday, November 28, 2014

Tuesday 28 Nov. 1944

Dearest Kitten:
This is just another short epistle to let you know that I am still very much in love with you. I always will love you no matter how far away from you I go. Time will not affect my feelings for you either. For more reasons than I have time to enumerate, you are the only gal in the world for me. What more can I say to make it clearer to you of my great love.
Enclosed is a picture of one of my men & myself which was taken about six weeks ago. The man’s name is Buonadonna. He is Italian and is from New York City. He has a little Bambino at home and gets a big kick out of showing me the latest pictures of her. He plays the violin for the Battalion band and is very fond of good music. He has a very cheerful personality and is always laughing.
Sunday I went to see the football game which we lost 18 to 13.It was a good game and I enjoyed it very much despite the heat.
Since Sunday it has rained quite a bit and we are thankful for the relief from the heat. Due to the fact that it is raining right this minute, I am able to sit quietly for a short while and write to you. Did I say quietly?
Later:
In letter 145 I am glad to see that you realize that it is not entirely my fault that your letters do not arrive with the same regularity that they are written.
You wondered if I would return bossy. You never know. I doubt it, but where men are concerned, I have learnt a lot in handling children, because children is all that they are.
Why doesn’t somebody shut Leo up once in awhile. The onlyest thing that he can talk about it buses. I hope that when I return he never gets on my nerves about them. I am rapidly acquiring a habit of shutting people up.
You got something when you wrote, “Darn this war.” But in the paragraph before that sentence, about turning on the radio and off with the lights, you really got something there.
Was glad to hear about Norman getting a furlough & Arthur being O.K. Arthur does not know what he is missing. When Arthur and I return we are going to raise a football team between us. So tell Lorraine so that she will be prepared.
Freddy is a man after all. Give him my best wishes for an easy pregnancy. Tell him if he is very careful his wife will not divorce him before it is over.
I love to hear about the youngsters getting into trouble. At least they are full of life anyway.
Leo Mainvelle? Please write plainer. There is no one I know by that name. Maybe he is one of your secret admirers. From the way your wrote his last name, I could not be sure how it was spelled.
The picture that I told you about did not come out. It was all blurred. I asked my C.O. if I could have a picture taken with his camera and he is willing. Now all I have to do is wait for the sun to shine.
No remarks about where Bobby gets his brains.
See how well I obey you?
Where that bond came from I do not know, as I have not made out an allotment for another as yet. In fact I had been wondering about sending some money to the bank each month instead. I want to open a joint account for us and have the Army make a monthly deposit. Let me know what you think of the idea.
Boy are the mosquitoes terrible around this place. I ran into a very generous one though. The night was dark and sultry. I was completely done in from battling the mosquitoes and from loss of blood. I was completely limp, too weak to call to the medics when along came Percy, the skitter with a delicate ego. Seeing my plight and knowing that I was only good for another hour or so if something was not done immediately. He buzzes off to the Red Cross blood bank and returned with the necessary blood in his body to take care of me. When he got through with the transfusion, I felt like a new man.
In appreciation I have kept him for a pet. I have him chained to the orderly room. Better than a watch dog, he is.
Give my regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me Sweetheart. I love you with all my heart.
Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob

P.S. Wish they wouldn’t give me so many furloughs.

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