Spitball Army

[Letter postmarked on 15 July 1941 at 10 a.m. at Riverside, Illinois.  Addressed to Miss Crystal K., Marshalltown, Iowa, c/o Mrs. P.  Return addressed to Mr. Richard N., Riverside, Illinois.]

July 5, 1941

Dear Honey,

     Hi Hon, how are you? I hope you enjoyed your final day of traveling – you certainly had a fine day for it and I truly hope the rest of the days are like the first.

     By the way, how do you like my writing paper, some stuff eh Hon. This is my stationery. I don’t care what anyone says or thinks, I’ll stick to it.

     Hon, I hope you will like my plan of correspondence. In the place of sending you a letter every day, I will keep a sort of diary for you – all right?

     Yesterday I went out to the club with Mack and played a little golf. I mainly went out to watch the fireworks in the evening. Our folks were out there, so we had a quiet time. The fireworks were very elaborate as usual.

     I must tell you about the moon out here at this time, and what is more, let you know how mad I am watching it go to waste. I’m telling you, it’s enough to drive a man to quit drinking. (Nuts). People and their vacations. The fact of the matter is, this moon of ours was so big and bright it spoiled the effect of the skyrockets. Can you imagine its beauty now? Well enough said, the moon. I think about it the worse I get.

     (Honey, I love you) xx

     To-day we went out to the boat: Mom, Dad and myself. Rode for about three hours, had some dinner and reached my uncle’s place about 9 o’clock. Their cottage is a little out of Antioch. I dropped my folks off, picked up Robert and Teddy, and went back to town for some rope for the surfboard. We returned in about a half hour. I had nothing to do then, so I studied all three courses in ground school and went to bed about 11:30. Some Saturday night. It was horrible.

     (Honey, I love you) xxx