Spitball Army

[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana. Return addressed: Richard, Plt. 622, R.D.M.C.B., San Diego 41, Calif. Postmarked in San Diego, Calif., on 8 June 1944 at 11 AM. 6 June 1944 was D-Day in Europe.]

Wednesday 7:30 P.M.

Hello Sweetheart,

     I just have 15 minutes so this will be very short. We are now in tents. There are 8 to a tent. In this one, there are 4 Southerners & 4 Northerners. More fun!!

     There are 62 in the plattoon and 6 have been h made squad leaders. Mac and I are both squad leaders. Of the 6, 4 of us started from Ind’p’l’s.

     I’m sorry, Sweetheart, but I’ll be very lucky if I can write once a week. They really keep us running. This is the first time I’ve had off since I last wrote you.

     Oh yes, by all means, don’t come out here! They have told us (in fact they wasted a whole hour doing it) to be sure and not bring your families out here. There is no place out here for you. Just stay home and wait for me PLEASE. Write me as often as you can and I’ll do the same. As yet I haven’t got a single letter. What happened? Is or are some on the way? I hope so. Some of these guys have already got 10 letters. Write to me. I’ll have to go now.

     I love you with all my heart.
          Goodnight Sweetheart.
               x x ‘Nite

You know, we have already celebrated our 30th anniversary? (30 days)