Monday 7 August 1944

Dearest Kitten:

You will have to forgive me for not writing to you yesterday. I had very good intentions about writing to you yesterday but it is this way. Saturday night we had the grand opening of our new clubhouse and I imbibed quite heavily and my head was slightly out of round all day yesterday. I did not get sick or drunk, but this Aussie liquor has wicked after effects. Thank goodness it was Sunday as I had a chance to rest.

The Noncoms have been working hard on the club and it is very nice if I must say so myself. The Officers are as proud of it as we are ourselves. They are slightly envious because we were fortunate enough to have the time to build it ourselves and of course the officers do not have the time to do their own work.

Gosh but I love & miss you Sweetheart. Every night before going to bed I always get to thinking of you and home. There are times, when I am feeling blue and I start thinking of you, that a huge lump come up to my throat. When that happens I usually look around for something to do or somebody to talk to.

Do you know that we have twin daughters? The small pictures that you sent to me is sitting on my desk and almost everyone that comes in looks at my family. Both of Barbara's pictures are tacked together with your's and Bobby's. I tell everyone that they are pictures of my wife, son, & twin daughters. So you are now the mother of twins.

I received a letter from Mother saying that you had received the shakers. Be careful of them, they are a lot more expensive that what they look like. I almost fell over when they told me the price. Believe when I tell you that they are nothing for Bobby or Barby to play around with.

You had better not let your daughter get too fresh, it is not becoming to a young lady. I like a youngster with plenty of spunk, but there is a limit.

Hector sure isn't losing any time. If he doesn't watch out he will be a regular family man.

You sure have been getting around and I am glad to see you get out so often. There is no sense to your staying in when you have the opportunity to get out.

Don't tell me that our daughter does not like your singing? Well anyhow that makes two of us that don't.

Your writing about the beach brings back a lot of pleasant memories. If we do not get a summer cottage somewhere, it will not be my fault. With the children we can have a great time during the summer months.

Forget the shampoo & slippers. I can get along without them. Thanks anyhow and tell Mother not to try to send the shampoo. In her last letter she said that she was going to try to send it anyhow.

Mrs. Girard is sure getting sporty in her old age. I wonder how she can afford it. It must have broke her heart to spend all that money.

That bracelet was hand made for me by one of my sergeants. They sell them in jewelry shops but they are not as nice as the one that I sent to you.

The peanut butter was and is still intact. The week after requesting some peanut butter from you, we got a lot of canned peanut butter and have had a good resupply ever since.

Bobby must have been funny in church Sunday morning. I got a kick of your telling it. He must have embarrassed you quite badly to make you leave.

Most children like to ride in a car, and ours are no different that the others.

Yes I received Marion's letter and I answered it. Maybe mine got lost someplace. That could happen too.

I was sorry to hear about my two old friends from Maine getting killed in action. Tell Mother to give Lil & Mrs. Estes my regrets for me.

Of course I would like a miniature picture of my children. If you do have their pictures taken be sure to send me one.

Beautiful, I have to close now. You have all my love. How I miss you, Sweetheart.

Regards to all & kiss the babies for me.

Your Loving, Devoted, & Faithful Husband,

Bob