Spitball Army

[V-mail addressed to Mrs. Richard N., Berwyn, Illinois. Return addressed to Richard N., c/o Fleet Post Off. Envelope postmarked 3 August 1944 at 6:30 p.m.]

July 30, 1944

My Darling,

How are you sweet, good so am I. As I expected, we had no mail again to-day. Let’s see now, what can I tell you. I can tell you that I am just sick about the fact that I can’t be with you on our first anniversary, that’s for sure, hon. When I was led to believe that I would and then was let down, it makes it harder to take than anything. I sure would never have said a thing about it to you, but I sure believed it. I will say one thing, hon, that if it is at all in my power that I have to be away from you again, I will never let it happen. Hon, our life sure isn’t what it should have been, but we sure will make up for lost time at the first opportunity, right? That fact of the matter is, this life I am living now, I am just an empty heartless shell. I am only living for the future, not the present. In fact, I don’t really live unless I am with you, as I have said before, I am merely existing. That’s why I miss your letters so much. Again, I say I am so sorry we can’t be together August 4th, hon, but guess there is nothing I can do about it.

I love you, hon, and always will forever.
Dick