Spitball Army

[Written to Alice in Acton, Indiana.  Return addressed: Richard, Ward 11, U.S.N.H., St. Albans, L.I., N.Y.  Postmarked at Jamaica, N.Y., on 23 Feb 1946 at 2:30 P.M.]

Feb. 23, 1946

Hello Sweetheart,

     I didn’t write yesterday Sweetheart.  It wouldn’t have done much good anyway.  Yesterday was a holiday and the Post Office was closed.  Liberty started yesterday morning at 10 o’clock and ends at 8 o’clock Monday morning.  Somebody is really getting easy.  I can’t figure it out.

     I wrote the 3 Post Cards your mother sent me this morning.  I sent one to her, one to Uncle Art, and one to Bolks.  I carefully explained to each one though that you were my secretary and took care of all my corresondence.  You have been writing them haven’t you?

     This is the craziest thing this morning.  Every body (almost) that was able went on liberty yesterday and now they are going to have regular Saturday inspection.  I may have to stop any time but I’ll continue writing as long as I can.

     Jeri just got good news this morning.  His transfer finally came through.  Unless something happens, he’ll be leaving for San Diego Wednesday.  Malcom will be a full fledged civilian Monday and I may be operated on next week.  Things are moving right along aren’t they?  Did I ever tell you that Turner is back on the ward?  I can’t remember.

     Everybody is on liberty and the place is pretty empty.  Jeri is about the only one here.  Right now he is trying to rush me so we won’t have to stand inspection.  I guess we had better be going.  I’ll call you tomorrow.  Will that make up for my rushing off?  I love you.

     Good-Night Sweetheart
          I love you with all my heart
               Pleasant Dreams
                    Goodnight Sweetheart
                         x x
                              ‘Nite