Just one month from today darling and our worries should be over. Won't that be the day! 'Spect I'm in, or at least on my way, to the old dog house for not writing sooner but I wanted to wait till I talked to the Chaplain and I didn't get an appointment with him until last night.

It was swell to hear your voice again the other night but wish it hadn't been across 900 miles of good old U.S.A.  Even though we've only a month or so to wait its still too long for this G.I. 'Got your letter this afternoon— 'Darling I wish we could be married at home too, but don't see how in the heck we can swing it.

I just came back over to the dispensary from the barracks and the place seems pretty peaceful now that the day's rush is over. The C.Q. is also typing a letter now in the other room (he types by the hunt and hit method and every now and then I can hear him find a key).

Hi again hon' here it is another week shot and still no news from OCS. I'm beginning to get a little worried 'cause latrine rumor has it that the old 3rd Armored is starting to get "hot" again — and that'd be a little rugged. 'Course, as I say, its only a latrine rumor so far, and I'm hoping it goes the way of 99% of those rumors do, 'cause I've got to get my orders for school before the division pulls out or else — !

Hi again Shorty, another day gone — and it was another busy one — which makes one less to sweat out till I can be with you again — Boy hon' won't that be the day! The way I feel tonight it would take less than two cents to make me pack the old bag and head for home — guardhouse or no guardhouse, And guess you know by "home" I do mean you.

Hi sweet, I just had a husky cup of nice black coffee and feel wide awake again. After chow tonight I lay down on my bunk for just a few minutes, fell fast asleep, and didn't wake up until 9:30. Stopped in at the PX for a couple pkgs. of Camels on my way to the dispensary and here I am.

Hello again, way up there where the snow is probably still two feet deep. Spring has set in with a vengeance down here and the last few days have really been beautiful. Warm and sunny and more like summer than merely early spring. The old-timers here however, just shake their heads and say “Just wait, this weather is as false as a plugged nickel, in two days you’ll be wearing woolens and overcoats”.

Hi sweetheart, I just had a cup of your de-licious coffee and it’s getting me back on the beam again. Gosh darling I’ve really been busy this past week — its been busier than all hell during the ay and every night I’ve been coming over here after chow and working till 12 or 1:00.

Darling maybe I can’t tickle you for calling me names — much as I’d like to — but guess you know you can’t get at me either. Anyway, what’s wrong with “Arthur”? A goodly name if you ask me. Now “Winifred,” well ———yeh, “Looie” stinks too.

Darling you’re really on the ball! Today I got your three swell letters and it was like hitting the jackpot on the quarter machine. Don’t know what I’d do without you Shorty, — just when I’m feeling knee high to a grasshopper, come your swell letters to make everything right with the world again.

Hi my darling, here I am back in the old G.d. routine again, thinking of you every minute of every hour of every day, and missing you terribly already. These last three days — and nights — with the swellest gal in the world have been the most wonderful I’ve every known — just a little bit of heaven on earth.

I got your swell letter this morning and it made everything right with the world. Darling I can hardly believe it — shortly we’ll be together again — and if that isn’t the answer to this G.I.’s prayers I don’t know what would be. 

This afternoon I got your letter — in fact two letters — the one you wrote on New Year's Eve and the following Sunday, both in one envelope. They were both swell, per usual, and made the day worth living. You do write a swell letter darling — someday you'll have to give me a few lessons.

It's just some late, but I've been going to write you since early this morning and didn't, so late or not here goes. One of the kids in the detachment came back from his furlough this evening and brought two quarts of 'the stuff' with him, so we got a case of cokes from the P.S. and had a little party in the back room here at the Dispensary.