Saturday June 30, 1945

Dearest Kitten:

I love you with all my heart & miss you so much that at times I wonder how I can stand anymore. I thank God that I am so busy that it is impossible for me to have much time to feel sorry for myself.

You deserve the vacation that must be nearing its end as I write this letter. I received your first letter that you wrote from Hampton Beach. It certainly would be heaven to be there with you. Oh well! I guess that I will have to be patient and wait a while longer.

Things are exceptionally quie tonight and I do not like it. Things will probably start popping tomorrow and the chances are that I will be right in the middle of it.

Setting up a camp such as we need is no small matter and the two men that catch the most hell is the company commanders and the 1st/Sgt.

Since my last letter I have seen a little of the City and quite a bit of the people. It is pityful to see these people and what they have to put up with. We have quite a few civilians and the way that are dressed is pityful. The popular dress is burlap. They will work just for something to eat. It is impossible to describe what these people are going through.

They told me that the heat here was intense so to keep cool I stay out of tents. Due to the heat I am beginning to slow down to a gallop. The first three days here were pips. I got about a few hours sleep. The fourth morning I had gotten things going and at nine in the morning I sat down on a cot that we had in the orderly room for my clerk to sleep in and the Capt. was talking to me about everything in general. To be more comfortable I stretched out on the cot, the next thing I knew it was 11:45. I had fallen asleep on the Capt. and one of my sergeants stayed in the orderly and took care of things until I woke up. I had gone about as far as anyone could without sleep.

One of my men asked me when I ever got some sleep. So you can see for yourself. I do not have much time to myself. When I do get some time I am too dead to do anything but sleep.

It os now eight in the evening and it is getting dark. All I am doing is writing and I am perspiring all over the place. You may notice that the bottom of this sheet is or rather has been wet. It is caused from the sweat on my arm.

We are able to purchase a ration of beer. Twenty four bottles a month. It is 3.2 and we are able to keep it anywhere and drink it in the mess hall with our supper. We are allowed to drink it when we are off duty. I usually drink a bottle in the evening. We have an ice making machine but do not have it in operation as yet. As soon as we do get it operating we will be able to chill our beer and make it a little more palatable.

I received a letter from your mother today and if I get the chance I will write to her tonight. I must answer my mother also.

Well Sweetheart I love you very much and am praying every night that the day of our reunion is not too far distant.

The children must be enjoying themselves immensely at the beach.

So Barby is a bigger tease than Bobby. She must be a cute little devil. How I miss the lovable little pests. How I would love to be pestered by them right now. Oh well if I do not quit, I will begin to feel sorry for myself.

The thermometer was up to only 120 today. A fairly cool day. No need for a stove to keep warm over here.

Well Sweetheart I will close for now with all my love for you have it all.

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

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob