Spitball Army

May 27, ’43
Thurs.  10:30 p.m.

Hello Sweetheart!

I surely do love you & think of you all of the time.  I received your V Mail letters (2 of them) telling about your duck hunting episode.  The first letter came in the a.m., & then, just like a continued story, it ended in a very exciting part, where Pearson had his gun safety on, & I didn’t know what was going to happen – until the 2nd letter in the afternoon, which told about his finally landing some & your getting another; as you see, I had to wait awhile before I could get the rest of the story.  Honey, I can just see you going after those ducks – and getting up so early too.  You are such a good sport in the best sort of way – & I love you for that too.  Is this Pearson a doctor too?  Swell that you can get him to go with you.  While Aud. & I were hiking to-night, we came upon a swamp where there were dozens of ducks.  How could I help but think of you then, Darling!  As we stood there watching them, we heard a strange gulping sound and couldn’t figure out what it was.

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