Monday 4 June 1945

Dearest Kitten:

How deep is the Ocean? How high is the sky? How much do I love you?

That is a hard question to answer. Never-the-less I will try to tell you. My love for you is as deep as the ocean and has high as the sky.

How far would I travel to be where you are? The answer to that is half-way round the world right now. If I could only be allowed to travel it, I could think of nothing better that I would rather do.

I love you so much, Sweetheart. How can I possibly tell you of the great love that I feel for you? Words are inadequate to tell you how much you mean to me. The day will come when I will be permitted to show how greatly I love you and how much that I appreciate your love for me.

You certainly have been going through some interesting experiences lately, and you need not worry on my account over your Boston episode. I sure broke up the monotony anyhow.

In one of your latest letters you sounded so lonesome and lost Sweetheart. I know how you feel and wish that I were there so that I could lavish all the attention that you crave on you. Just be patient and your husband who misses you very much will be home and he will be as savage as a meat axe. The Amphibians will have landed and there will be no doubt in your mind. You will need a body guard to keep from getting smothered with attention.

Do me a favor Sweetheart. My brother Roland’s birthday is the, or rather was the ninth of June and tell him that I wish him all the best of luck. I will write to him later when I have more time. Right now I am a mite cramped for time and I am stealing this time off to write to you.

Despite the fact that you did not want to let Bobby go to the circus, I bet he had a great time. He must think that he is quite a big boy now. I can picture how excited he was over the whole affair.

From your description of Barby, she must be a beautiful young lady. I miss the both of them very much but not nearly as much as I do you. So you see that although I love them dearly, I love and miss you more.

I kind of wish that Mother was not going to Ogunquit for the summer. She will only wear herself out and have nothing to show for it. Oh well it is her own life and she must do as she sees fit. I only hope that she is not sorry for going.

I am very envious of Andy. The lucky stiff. To him the war is more or less over. He is a civilian and must suffer the hardships of rationing and all that sort of thing. Poor guy I pity him on that count. Of course he has the advantage of a certain amount of freedom and does not have to do things just because somebody ordered it to be done.

Well Sweetheart, I must close as it is getting late and I must get some sleep.

Give my regards to everyone & kiss the babies for me.

Tell Connie that Sgt. Nicholson has not forgotten her but he has been so busy that he has not had the time to write. He will write the first chance that he gets.

I love you Sweetheart and wish that I was on my way across the Moody St. bridge with you on my arm.

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob