Tuesday 24 Oct. 1944

Dearest Kitten:

Letter #123 came today and what a pip it is. A punch line in every paragraph, with never a dull sentence. Whew, you have swept me off of my feet. I surrender dear.

Unfortunately, surrendering is the only thing that I can do. If it were not for the distance that separates us, I would probably break your very pretty neck. Oh well, what is done is done. If a fake fireplace is what you want, rather, what you got and you want to keep it I will probably appreciate it as much as you when ever they send me home. One question please. What did you do with the nickel change?

The Fake Fireplace - left side of photo.
(Christmas, some time in the mid-60s)

The next time that I write to Mother, I will mention what you want me to. She probably will not take my advice but, I can at least try.

It is only natural for parents to be very proud of their offsprings, but I honestly think that we have two very nice children. The last pictures that you sent really showed me how big and how beautiful they are.

Bobby and Barby must be very near set for winter clothes after the rampage you went on. I suppose that clothing our two youngsters is going to be one of the major problems of bringing them up. Oh well work, work, work. Such is life, and not too bad a life if I must say so myself. It is far better to work than to die of boredom.

Women is funny peoples. First you tell me about spending a lot of dough and are half frightened that I am going to give you hell. Then after giving me the full and horrible amount, you start your next paragraph by asking me if I love you. What a Woman.

Of course I love you. It is something that I can not help. Even if you do things that aggravate me, I still can not lose my feelings over something like that.

So the doctor has been giving you & Eva some injections, huh? I am beginning to get suspicious. Just what is that about? Hm. Sounds bad. You had better watch out. Don’t worry, I am only kidding you. You have me wondering now about Eva. Let me know as soon as you find out anything.

Cut out trying to have me doing things that you think I may be doing. It is bad for your morale. And stop worrying about me. I doubt if anybody will ever accuse me of being a hero, so for G-- sakes stop worrying.

Enclosed is another sheet from our newspaper, I hope that you enjoy it.

You know that I love you so much that there are times that I can hardly breathe. When I get feeling blue I sit on my bunk and go through the pictures of my family. It helps to a certain extent and makes me feel proud.

Give my regards to everyone & kiss the babies for me. I love you Sweetheart.

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob