Here it is
the day before Easter and I am perspiring just as though it were a warm summer
day back home. Oh! well maybe next year at this time I will be worrying about a
new suit for Easter or sump’m.
As I sit
writing this letter I have a slug of your letters in front of me. Sixteen to be
exact. If I manage to answer them all, this letter will be a pip. I received a
letter from Mother today also.
Enclosed are
two pictures that I took quite some time ago. The picture of the large bridge
is nothing more than a close up of the small model bridge that we made for
training purposes. The Cpl. is my clerk. The beer kegs in the truck are the
remains from a beer party. Looking at them makes me thirsty.
So Bobby can’t
take it huh? He may change as he gets older I hope. I certainly miss all of you.
There are times that I feel so all alone that I feel very funny. It is no fun
to be lonesome and I can appreciate how you feel.
Don’t worry
about your husband becoming a hero. If he does, it will be through no fault of
his. The one thing that I do best is to take care of the man that you love.
You are going
to be a sorry gal if you get everything that the youngsters happen to want. It
is nice to get them the things that they want but if you are not careful, you
will spoil them.
It certainly
is great to get mail from home Sweetheart and I am glad that you are so kind to
me that you write as often as you do. I really appreciate it Darling.
Lt. Brownson
bought the shoes for me. I have had them about four months now. I must have
thought that I had told you about it in one of my letters. He got them through
the Quarter Masters for me.
Thanks for
the article on Leo Gagnon. He certainly has been around. I was happy to read
that Fred is still alive and although he is a prisoner of war it is better that
way. At least he is still alive.
Speaking of
beans, I could go for a plate of them right now. We never get any over here and
I sure miss them. Back in the states we used to have them at least once a week.
I got a boot
out of what Bobby wrote. So his horse is broken and he still loves me. For a
youngster he does very well in keeping his Daddy informed.
Thanks for
telling me about Connie’s birthday. Sgt. Nicholson was very happy to find out
about it and plans to write to her right away about it. Do not tell her that I
told him and she will wonder how he found out about it.
I do not
appreciate the way you refer to our separation as years of separation. As you
hope that it may only be about eighteen months, I hope that it will only be for
that length of time also.
You got the
wrong idea about my being at the beach all the time. I deserved that little
rest believe me. You know what a relief it is when you finally get the
youngsters to bed and get the house in order, well I felt the same way.
Wish that I
could be home to help you with the youngsters. It isn’t fun when they get sick,
but you must expect a little sickness when they are that young.
Can you
imagine my surprise when I opened letter #238 and saw a hazy reproduction of my
beautiful wife’s face in the middle of the page. Says I to myself, I’ve had it,
this is it, I have gone completely nuts. When I start seeing my wife’s picture on
a sheet of paper and it stays there longer than thirty seconds, something is
wrong. After assuring myself that I was not dreaming and that I was not nuts, I
read your letters, all five of them, #238 to 242. Very nice stationery I must
say, and I like it. Must be rather expensive too.
It is O.K.
about my shoes. I do not mind but do not put me in a position where I will be
without any clothes at home.
At last,
Mother’s birthday is settled. Now I will proceed to promptly forget it.
SatuYou closed
your last letter by telling me to be your loving husband. What else can I be,
when I love you so much that it burns deep down inside of me. Gosh but I miss
you Sweetheart. Occasionally when I go to the movies and see some guy on the
screen making love to a gal, I get jealous as hell. Now why couldn’t that be my
wife and I instead of a couple of actors who perhaps do not even like each
other. Such is life. It gets slightly messed up with complications at times.
Well Kitten I
must close. You have my love, my heart, and my all. I love you.
Regards to
everyone & kiss the babies for me, even if Bobby doesn’t love me when he
gets mad. I love you,
Your Loving
Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob
P.S. Received
Easter cards from Rita F. Aunty & Uncle C. Larock and letter from John Carr.
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