Spitball Army

April 21, ’43
Wed. 10 p.m.

Darling, I love you and feel very close to you to-night, though we are many, many miles apart.  How wonderful it is to have you to think about, and to know you are mine and a part of me, and to wait anxiously for you.  Of course, the waiting really isn’t much fun, but when I have someone so worthwhile living for and waiting to live with, then I realize how fortunate I am to have my whole future ahead to be spent always with you – you’re tops, Sweetheart!  I’m just loaning you for awhile to the gov’t and then I can have you forever – for keeps!

Dad and I were over to June and Paul’s to-night for dinner.  Her meal was delicious, as usual.  They both said to be sure and greet you, and I extended your greetings.  June said you were such a friendly person and would always get along anywhere.  How right she is.  I hiked over there in the afternoon and Dad joined us later.  Paul is digging up the ground in the empty lot for his garden.  Wish we were already moved and could get started at gardening.

Time again to say goodnight to the best man in the whole world.  Am still reading the article you recommended.

With bushels of flutes,

Love,
Bev

Bing Crosby and Ethel Merman: “You’re the Top” (1936)