27 March 1945 (Tuesday)

Dearest Kitten:

I was pretty hot when I wrote to you yesterday. Your mean husband got real nasty, but with good reason. My mind hasn’t changed about it either.

Enclosed you will find some pictures that were taken at Coolangatta. They all came out very good don’t you think?

Last Saturday Sergeant Nicholson and I went down for the weekend. The Red Cross has bus service from Brisbane to Coolangatta and back. We left Brisbane at 3:30 P.M. Saturday and returned Sunday night. It is only recently that we have been allowed out on Saturday night so we took advantage of the privilege to get a chance to sleep in a good bed and have some wonderful food.

We enjoyed ourselves very much and got a little more tan. Saturday evening we had supper and after supper we sat out in front of the hotel and watched the people go by. Later in the evening the Red Cross put on a dance across the road in an open air dance hall. We went over there and watch the jitter bugs. Why is it that women are so afraid to show their slips except on a dance floor? If it had not been for their slips, some of the gals would have shown everything that they owned clean up to their belly buttons.

At eleven o’clock we went to the recreation hall where they serve coffee & cakes. We read listened to the eleven o’clock news broadcast, and sipped coffee. Good coffee too for a change.

After Mass the next morning we went down to the beach and went swimming. After dinner we did the same.

We arrived home all tired out but in much better humor. It was a rough trip but it was worth it.

You perhaps think that I am bald from my pictures. Well my hair line is receding and with a G.I. haircut, it looks worse.

What are you expecting from me miracles? The youngsters will have to be kept in hand until I get home if you expect me to straighten the children out. I realize of course that your job is not easy and I know that you are doing a fine job of it. Just do not let down on it.

What is Barbara trying to do? Become a glamour gal already? Powder, rouge, and lipstick helps, but isn’t she a bit young for that? I bet that you felt like swearing when you saw the mess she had made.

Did you get your numbers mixed on the letters? You wrote letter #225 on Tuesday and the last two I received were #230 & 31 which were written on Thursday. Did you write four letters between Tuesday morning & Thursday evening?

You should have the youngster from upstairs down to play with Barbara more often. They will keep each other amused and out of too much mischief.

I miss you very much and love you from the bottom of my heart. There isn’t anything that I would not do for you if it were in my power. But, you had better behave or I will beat the hell out of you when I get home.

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

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob