Tuesday 23 Jan 1945

Dearest Kitten:

You must feel like the forgotten Woman or something due to the number of letters that you do not receive from me. I assure you that it is not because I do not think of you as you are always in my thoughts. There is nothing I would rather do than to sit down quietly and scribble off a letter to you. Most of my scribbling is usually in the line of duty though. Just be thankful for each letter that you receive from me.

Sunday I had plans all laid out and it included writing a nice long letter to you. After dinner Sgt. Donohoe, McMurray, and myself started to take some pictures outside the camp. We were standing alongside the road and a Warrant Officer stopped in a staff car and offered a ride into town. We decided to go in town and take some pictures at the Botanical Gardens. After we used up our film, they wanted to stay in town, have supper at the Red Cross and go to the show, which we did. By the time we got back into camp and I had gotten things straightened out for Monday, it was too late to write. And so to bed.

It just occurred to me that you might be interested in the fact that I love you with all my heart and that the empty void I have in the pit of my stomach is from being so far away from you and not from the lack of food. Yes I am very much in love with you.

Yesterday the mail clerk was very good to me. Two letters #174+5 with the pictures of you, Barby, & Connie.

Photo taken Dec. 24, 1944.
Connie(?) & Barbie

Sgt. Nicholson wanted me to ask Connie if she would care to write to a lonesome supply sgt. What a hunk of woman, was his comment when I showed him the pictures.

It is nice to know that you dream of me. I am dreaming of you more & more lately. Could it be because I love you? Guess it is.

Let me know how Roger G. is making out. He will certainly find things a lot different than what he was accustomed to.

I noticed the mistake in the announcement from the Panas and figured that something was wrong. He should be more like me. Neither births bothered me. Who fired that shot? Give them my best and tell Tess that if she ever has another one, she should try a little more action and less talk.

O.K. from now on, you can rest assured that I will not send any telegrams unless it is of the utmost importance.

Sure wish I could ship a bit of this heat to you as I could do with a little lack of heat right now. It hasn’t been too bad lately. Warm during the day but we have to sleep under covers at night.

How did Dad like the Beachcomber? I know that he must have gotten a kick out of them. He always enjoyed things like that. I hope that he enjoyed himself.

If this mess doesn’t hurry up and get cleared up, I’ll be returning in time to see my youngsters graduate from grammar school. My daughter, I should say our daughter, is getting to be quite a big girl, but when is she going to get some hair? She doesn’t seem to have any more hair now than the last time that I saw her.

Yes I remember the velvet dress of Barbie’s. She looks sweet enough to eat. Should I tell you what you looked like to me? Better not, this is inflammable paper.

Your skirt looks nice. You’ll have to make a suit for me when I get back home. On second thought, I don’t think you had better. The first suit that I am going to buy is a zoot suit. Tight at the ankles, flaring at the thighs and half way between my adams apple & belly button. The coat will reach down to my knees. he color will be orange & blue check with a wide purple strip throughout. People will think that the visiting firemen have landed.

Going poetic aren’t you:

All my love all my life

Your beloved wife.

Nice very nice I like that. The poem that you enclosed hits the nail right on the hammer or vice versa.

Dad must have been feeling good when he wrote. I had a tough time deciphering his writing. He never took a drink until I was about twenty. He always admitted that he could not take it and that is the reason why he seldom takes it.

By the way, I am losing two of my sergeants. Sgt. Ryan & Sgt. Donohoe are going to Officers Candidate School.

Would you have liked to have had me try to get a commission? Don’t know as I could make it, but I sure could give it a go. For some unknown reason, it has never appealed to me. I am not sure that I could stand the petty disciplining that they hand out. Since being a 1st Sgt, for a year has made me very touchy, I am not sure that I would not blow up when the going got aggravating.

Doing very well today. Four pages all by myself, but I must call a halt.

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

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob