Spitball Army

[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana. Address crossed out in Frankfort, and the following forwarding address written with fountain pen: c/o Helen M., Encino, Calif. Return addressed: Richard, Plt. 622, R.D.M.C.B., San Diego 41, Calif. Originally postmarked in San Diego, Calif., on 8 July 1944 at 7:30 PM. Secondarily postmarked in Frankfort, Ind., on 12 July 1944 at 11 AM.]

July 8, 1944

Hi Sweetheart,

     I’m back again for a few minute.  We got off a little early this afternoon and I’ve done about half the work I have to do.  Just thought I would rest a little and write before I started the second half.

     We started firing our rifle yesterday.  That’s really fun as far as I’m concerned.  I get rather mad at myself at times because I know I can do better than I do, but I guess you can’t be perfect all the time.  We have a pot of about $6.50 that will go to the one who shoots the highest score Thursday.  I’m trying for that as you might have guessed.  I don’t think I’m get it though.  I don’t want to brag, but I don’t think there will be over 2 that will beat me.  That is unless I’m not feeling good that day.

     Just 3 more weeks and I’ll be out of here.  How does that sound?  Pretty good to me.

     I’ve got to go now Sweetheart.

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

 

     I love you.