Sunday 3 Dec, 1944

Dearest Kitten:

It has been a week since I have heard from you. It is not your fault I know because no one has been getting mail. There is a very good explanation for the mail being in a mess. The Post Office has been moved from one building to another some distance away. Everything being in an uproar as it usually is when anyone moves, it takes time to settle down again.

It is a beautiful day today and with a little luck I may get an hour sun bath for myself.

The mail clerk was just in to inform me that there was no mail addressed to me again today. Such is life. Maybe my luck will change tomorrow and I will receive a batch that will keep me busy for a month.

By the way, did I tell you that we had some cooked turkey for Thanksgiving. The men were given two hours for their meal instead of the usual one. Outside of that it was just another day on the calendar.

Last night I was lazy so instead of writing to you I went to the movies and saw “Man Hunt” with Walter Pidgeon and Joan Bennett.

This morning I had my pitcher taken again. If they come out food I will send them to you. My supply sergeant +T/5 Paul Murphy my night fireman, in the mess hall, are in the picture. Paul Murphy is the little guy who wants me to visit him after the war. He lives just outside of Washington DC and has never gotten over the way I helped him when his sister died when we were in Florida.

Supply sergeant Nicholson is from New York City and we get along very well together. We usually go in town together whenever we go anywhere. He is only 21, but is very intelligent and we get along very well together as we have about the same interests. He has a dry humour and between the two of us we do quite a job on everyone, that is between ourselves.

I kid him about being true to his gal friend back home and he kids me about being married and being forced to live the life of a bachelor. He quite a surprising guy. Not bad looking and very sociable, he has yet to go out on a date. We make a good pair due to the fact that we are both very cynical.

After being in town together for an evening we are usually in very good morale. We get a kick out of panning everybody and everything. Nothing is sacred to us. One evening we were walking down the street and along came a yank soldier pushing a baby carriage with a girl. We stopped him and asked if he had been over here long. He was so surprised that I guess it went over his head. See what I mean.

Another time on a tram there was this woman with a tremendous overhang. We were daring each other to go up and ask her if they were real or just padded. Later we saw a pregnant woman, Sgt. Nicholson turned to me and said, From all indications, the Yanks have been over here for some time.

This will be all for this time Sweetheart. Just as an afterthought, did you know that I loved you with all my heart. Yep it’s a fact that is always with me. My very existence is due to you and at times I am so lonesome that I can not even think straight.

Give my regards to everyone - kiss the babies for me. I love you, Darling.

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob