Am rather
tired tonight because I have been doing some manual labor for a change. This
afternoon I took a shovel and helped mix cement for our basketball court. It is
almost completed. With luck we should have all the cement poured by Wednesday.
It will be an outside court.
We already
have a volleyball court set up with lights so that the men can play at night,
and a horse-shoe pitching area. Unfortunately it gets dark quite early and it
will be necessary to install lights to get much benefit out of our athletic
grounds.
In a couple
of days I will be sending another box to you. So in a couple of months you can
be in the lookout for it. I know that you will like what I am sending.
Letter # 260
came today and my C.O. asked me if you could find out full particulars on how
the pictures were put on your stationery. Photography is his hobby and he has
been wondering how they put the pictures on the paper. If you can find out for
him, he would appreciate it very much.
A funny thing
happened to me Sunday morning. I am so used to getting up at 5:30 a.m. that
Sunday morning I woke up and looked at my watch. It was 5:45 and I jumped out
of bed and did not hear any sounds and I rushed up to the Orderly room to see
if the charge of quarters was awake, in my pajamas. He was sleeping soundly, so
I woke him up and grabbed the whistle and rushed over to the mess hall to have
one of the KP’s wake the company up. There were only a couple of cooks in the
kitchen and they looked at me rather queerly. Then it dawned on me that it was
Sunday. Now, you can imagine my relief. I thought that the night fireman had
fallen asleep and that everything would be late. I was so mad at myself that I
climbed right back into my bunk and did not get up until 7:00 A.M.
Tell Lorraine
for me that Ray will have to load with something better than blanks to even get
one much less than triplets. Tell her that I will give her six lessons free but
after that there will be a slight charge.
A guarantee
does not mean that you can use your fountain pen for a hammer, crowbar, and
dart. You undoubtedly will have to pay for a new pen point which is only fair.
Tuesday
morning 1 May 1945
Have a few
minutes to myself and I will try to finish this letter. I wanted it to go out
this morning but maybe it will get out this noon if I hurry.
Enclosed you
will find a money order for $10.00 and I want you to use it for Mother’s Day.
Get something for both mothers and enclosed is a little note to each of them.
I sure wish
that I could obey your last order that you closed your letter with. Do you
remember? It was, Come home soon. Nothing would make me as happy as the day
that I do reach home for good.
Saturday
afternoon I was talking to a sergeant who has been overseas for thirty six
months and has just returned from a thirty day furlough home. Despite the fact
that he enjoyed every minute that he was home, he wishes that he had not gone.
His reasons were very good, the main one being that it was like leaving home
for the first time all over and he figures that it will take a good six months
to straighten out, he is that lonesome.
Well
Sweetheart I must close but not before I tell you that you are my life and my
all. I love you so much that it hurts. Give my regards to all the folks &
kiss the babies for me. I love you, my Darling Wife.
Your Loving
Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob
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