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 8

     Today up at 8:00, airport at 9:00, flew an hour and to the office. Went to town and chewed the fat with the boys after dinner. Went to the Bonnet a short while, brew, home in bed at midnight.

     There was a lovely change to-day, though. I received both your letters and card to-day. The card was alright, but I liked the letter better. I think my paper is better than yours. Why didn’t you pick yourself up one of those farmers or Indians? Didn’t see Grace. I would like to believe that Saturday night stuff. I hope it is the truth and not a lot of malarkey. I hope you end all of your letters that way. I was going frantic waiting to hear from you. Each day seemed as though it was a year. Letters and cards are all right but they are nothing like the real thing, are they?

     (I love you) xxxxx