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 19 June 1944 at 11 AM.]

June 18, 1944

Hello Sweetheart,

     I suppose you have received my last letter by now.  I guess you hadn’t got received it when you wrote the letter I received to-day.  Anyhow, if I haven’t made it clear to you yet, I will try to now.  I feel sure I passed that radio test and means 10 months of school someplace (maybe Chicago).  As long as I am here, I can’t see you so I can’t see any reason for you spending the money to come out here.  Don’t you think it rather foolish to spend that much money and then we won’t be together?  You The way I see it, you might just as well be 2700 miles away as 7 miles if I couldn’t see you.  If you were here, it would make it much harder for me to stay in.  You know I love you Sweetheart and I’d like to see you.  But I think it would be best for both of us if you stayed put til I got out of here.

     Well, how do you like the new ink?  Now you know how much writting I’ve done.  I put the blue in before I left home.  It lasted quite a while didn’t it?

     Darned if I can think of anything to write.  Things just happen too fast around here.  I can hardly keep up with them myself.  For instance, I cleaned my rifle thoroughly this morning.  I took it apart about as much as was humanly possible, cleaned it and put it back together.  It only took me 2¾ hours.

     I’m just sitting here listening to all that goes on.  I just can’t think of anything to say so I guess I’d better just quit by telling you that I love my wife very much.

     Good-night Sweetheart
          I love you with all my heart.
               x x
                    Pleasant Dreams
                         ‘Nite
                              x x