Spitball Army

[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana.  Return addressed: Richard, Co. G, 2nd Bn., 1st Mar., c/o F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif.  Postmarked at U.S. Navy on 15 Jun 1945.  Envelope stamped on front, “Passed by Naval Censor,” and initialed by the Censor.]

June 14, 1945

Hello Sweetheart,

     Watch the bank account.  I hope you’ll be using it pretty soon.  As you probably know by now, I was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.  One of those little yellow _______s shot where he was looking.  It’s nothing to worry about though.  I got a clean wound through the shoulder.  It only hit one bone – the shoulder blade.  They have me in a cast from the waist up including my left arm.  That’s what makes it hard to write – I can’t hold the paper still.

     I am now in the Marianas at a hospital.  I don’t expect to stay here long.  I have high hopes and with a little luck, I should be seeing you before too many more weeks.

     This is about it for now Sweetheart.  I love you, don’t ever forget it.  Don’t worry about me Sweetheart.  I’m doing O.K. – I get up and walk all over the place whenever I get ready.

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