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 5 July 1944 at 12:30 PM.]

July 4, 1944

Hi Sweetheart,

     Well, how ya doin’?  Maybe I can write a little more tonight than I did last night.

     I forgot to tell you that the cake got here and was properly taken care of the same evening.  It was very good.  Only – don’t send any more Angel Foods.  The poor little thing was squeezed up into a neat little ball.  There was no hole in the center and was it moist.  There was room for about 3 more cakes about the same size in that box.  But boy – was it good!

     Time is short again.  I’ll see you the 29th or as near after as I get my furlough.

     Wish your Dad (he’s mine too, of course) a Happy Birthday for me.  I’m afraid that’s the best I can do for now.

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