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 11 June 1944 at 11 AM.]

June 10, 1944

Hi Sweetheart,

     Now, look here, one of us sick is enough. We got our second typhoid shot today and am I sick! My arm is so sore I can hardly move it and I’ve got a nice healthy cold on top of it. I’m supposed to be watching some boxing matches now but I didn’t feel like going over so here I am. This letter will be very short and sweet and then I’ve got to go to bed. Oh I feel terrible.

     We had plattoon pictures taken today and send you one as soon as I get my hands on one. I feel so darn worn out I can hardly prop myself up enough to write.

     I suppose you have my last letter by now. I told you what they told us out here about living conditions. What do you think about it? It’s up to you. You know I won’t be out of there for another 7 weeks and I won’t be able to see you. Then after that I get 10 days and then I’ll be transferred some place else. Nobody knows where.

     I’m sending back a few in this letter. I have no place to keep anything.

     I’m sorry, Darling, but I’ll just have to quit now. Oh yes, you don’t need to waste money on air mail. Your regular letters got here before the air mail.

     Well, good night Sweetheart. You get well and I’ll do the same. O.K.?

     I love you, Sweetheart. And don’t think that I don’t get a big kick out of talking to the fellows about my wife, because I sure do.

     Good night Sweetheart.
          I love you with all my heart.
               x x ‘Nite Mrs.
                                x x

 

 

 

 

I love you.