Spitball Army

June 10, 1943
10:30 p.m.

Dearest Darling:

I love you and have been thinking of you constantly, as usual, and missing you, and wishing you were home.  Some day soon, you’ll be here – you’ll have so many interesting things to tell me.  Are you able to collect many pictures or postcards?  I can just hear your asking me, “Bunches, care if I show my ______ pictures?”  Just as you always did about the Icelandic ones – you Darling.  I love you so.  I’ll never object – and am always proud of how nicely you explain them and make them so interesting to others.  Yes, I’ve said and done many things that you should have just taken me across your knee and given me a good licking – but instead, you just gave me one of your perfect smiles and forgot about it.  You have such a grand disposition!  I’m so glad that you’re the way you are.  I wouldn’t want you any differently.

June brought her letter downtown yesterday and let me read it – the one you sent her and Paul.  It was such a cute letter.

Audrey and I were shopping today.  We both bought ourselves some Summer hats and shoes – yes, Honey – hope you didn’t care as I did want some white ones to wear with my Summer dresses.  White shoes though, are dreadfully hard to find, but I finally bought some white sandals which are comfortable and don’t look too bad.  I really don’t have to get anything else now in the line of clothing, as have plenty.  That’s a relief, isn’t it Honey???????

We’re waiting for the rugs to come back from the cleaner’s and then we will actually be settled.  We still have many boxes to look through in the attic, but there’s no hurry about that.  The living and dining room curtains look very nice.  I’m really proud of our curtains – even had to do some altering on them on my sewing machine to get them to fit the windows correctly.

I called Helen Jaeck to-night, and was very much surprised to hear that she had just been discharged from the hospital after having had pneumonia.  She talked to me, but seemed very weak.  She thinks James is in So. America, but is expecting him back in the States in July, and hopes to be with him then.  She seems quite discouraged about things, as feels it will be a long, long time before we can have peace again, and live normal lives.  I try to think positive and not negative thoughts, though, of course sometimes it’s hard to influence others that way.  It should be just as easy for us to be happy, and much healthier, than unhappy about this whole situation, for if we’re doing our part in the war effort, and are praying, that’s all we can do.

Sweetheart, write every day, won’t you.  I am – I’m expecting a big stack of letters any day now from you.  Your mail means so much to me and I dearly treasure each one of your letters.

Goodnight Lover,

Love,
Bev