[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana. “Frankfort” crossed out in black ink and replaced with “Wingate,” and “c/o [Uncle] Art ______.” Return addressed: Richard, U.S. Naval Hospital, Ward 27, Navy 128, c/o F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif. Postmarked at U.S. Navy, on 27 Jun 1945, at Frankfort, Ind. on 3 Jul 1945 at 3 P.M., and at Wingate on 4 Jul 1945 at 9 A.M. Envelope stamped on front, “Passed by Naval Censor,” and initialed by the Censor.]
June 26, 1945
Well, I really had a nice surprise. I got the letter you wrote June 15. I sure wasn’t expecting it, but was I ever glad to get it. I was very surprised that you hadn’t heard the news about me. Oh well, that doesn’t matter. Just so I get back to you. I’m just waiting for my transportation back to the States now. They haven’t done anything for me here, – – – I’m just waiting. They took an x-ray and told me I was doing O.K. There wasn’t any need to change the cast. I wish they would guit [sic] messing around.
Yes, I’m now informed about Lois. Who knows, I may get to visit her in the hospital again. Do you think we could waste a little time and make a social call when I get out and around? By the time I get well, I probably won’t want to see a hospital unless I have to. Then again, I probably won’t want to waste the time on social calls. Oh well, we’ll see about that when the time comes. In the meantime, I guess I’ll just keep on loving you and waiting for my transportation. It will get here. The big question is “When.”
I’m getting awfully tired of sitting up but I don’t want to end this letter yet. I want to tell you how much and how often I think of you while I’m laying here, Sweetheart. I want to tell you of my love for you. It’s here, Sweetheart, and it’s all for you. You are all I’m interested in and I’m all yours. I love you Sweetheart.
I love you with all my heart