Dearest
Kitten:
First of all
I must make a confession to you. I have been terribly sick and still am. Not
sick enough to be in the hospital but d--- sick just the same. You see it is
this way. Anyone that is in love is abnormal. Anyone abnormal must be sick. So,
I must be terribly sick because I am abnormal. I am abnormal because I am so
much in love with you. Rather complicated but never-the-less true. Physically I
am in good shape, but mentally, I am sick. Nothing to worry about as I guess
that I will live.
What are you
trying to do to me? Ruin my morale? Boy! Oh Boy! what a shape. Send me more
cards like that. Better still, please send me one of them in the flesh. Thanks
for the card anyhow, I get a kick out of them.
This morning
I wrote your mother a cablegram. It shouldn't be more than a month old by the
time she receives it. Also I wrote to my mother yesterday.
Now about the
sewing machine. As soon as you save enough cash, you have my advice to buy one,
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Singer Sewing Machine, circa 1945 |
My intentions
were of the best about the phone, and it has by no means slipped my attention
that there is a war going on and things are hard to get. Especially a little
loving from the right person.
That is the
Veterans of Foreign Wars - not Legions. I would appreciate it if you did submit
my name to them.
H--- I do not
have to remember you in my dreams as you are always there.
Do you know
what E.B.+S.R. stands for? Eager But Still Resting, that's us.
So Pauline
finally got a sucker. I pity the poor guy. He is going to have his hands full
in more ways than one. I hope that I am wrong.
Let me know
how you make out with the doctor. It is probably not very serious but I want to
know anyhow.
Give my regards
to everyone & kiss the babies for me. I love you Sweetheart.
Your Loving,
Devoted, & Faithful Husband,
Bob
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