Spitball Army

Mar. 27, ’43
Sat midnight

Dearest Ande:  I love you.

Am writing to you tonight as I lie here in bed, wondering how you are and where you are, & wondering too, if you might be thinking of me.  I do think of you so much & realize more and more that you do mean so much to me, and how hard it is to be separated from you.

Jim & Max left about an hour ago.  We had a nice time together – but you know, Honey, you’ve got all the other men in this world beat.  Every time, I find myself comparing the others with you, and you really are so superior in every way –

Well, we have the attic straightened out quite well.  Just a few odds & ends & then, we must start on the basement.

I do want to do some canning this Summer if I can get the sugar, as so many things will be rationed.  I’ll save some samplers for you.

Have been practicing up on my shorthand – taking dictation over the radio – in case they need that service in the Red Cross.

Maxine gave us an anniversary gift to-night (it won’t be long), some wooden salad bowls – & then a pair of stockings for me.  Of course, the telegram from you is the best of all.

Dr. Shandorf, whom I saw in the Medical Arts Bldg., said to be sure & remember him to you –

Want to write some more yet to-night, so will start another page.

I’ve got an awful lot of love saved up for you, Sweetheart.

With love,
Bev