Friday 19 Jan 1945

Dearest Kitten:

Don’t know how much luck I will have in finishing this letter but here goes anyhow. Just so that I get this in before I have to close I will get this much off of my chest.

The ache in my heart is caused by the continued longing for you. I love you and miss you so much that it is not very funny. I wish that I had the ability to put into words exactly how I feel toward you. It would go down through history as one of the greatest love poems of all times.

Unfortunately your husband is only an average guy whose only virtue or fault, other than loving you, is to get things done without regards to political or polite manners. no one would ever accuse me of being diplomatic.

Your letters #170-1-2-3 have reached me and I will attempt to answer them.

You must think that I have a marvelous imagination to be able to conjure up a winder scene as the perspiration rolls off of my body. Up in New Guinea it usually stays between 110 and 130 - Woe is me.

How do you think that I will be able to brush up on my French over here. Now if I were in France, I would look up a good looking Mademoiselle and after spending about three days and nights with her, I could probably get a Bachelors degree for the French language from Harvard.

Here I go again. Two hours later.

Bobby must be a regular chatter box. I certainly miss being bothered by my two youngsters. Nothing would please me more than to be able to see our children battling or playing with each other.

It has always been more or less an accepted fact that everything would be left to my aunt & uncle. They sure deserve it if anyone does. I know that Norman will help his mother & father, but it is just the idea of the thing.

So you lost seventeen cents gambling. What a sport. Wow! How do you afford it? Playing cards for small stakes is a lot of fun. The trouble with playing in the Army is that the stakes are usually high. When we had the NCO club open, it is now closed, I played a couple of times but always lost.

I received a notice from Mr. & Mrs. Panas on the birth of their new baby. I bet that Tessie must be happy that it is all over.

When I get the chance I will write to Andrew. It may not be right away but eventually, I hope.

Well, beautiful, time for me to close.

Give my regards to all the folks & kiss the babies for me. I love you Darling wife.

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob