[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 19 Mar 1946 at 8 P.M.]
Mar. 19, 1946
Well, here I go. I want to and I don’t want to write but I think I can manage. If you could only get letters from me and I wouldn’t have to write. I know how it is though. I like to get your letters. I was looking for one this morning but it just didn’t materalize. Maybe this afternoon –
Dr. Anderson took the other 4 stitches out this morning. He thought it was looking good and he told me I didn’t have to carry it in the sling any longer. My arm is pretty stiff and I can’t straighten it out very much but it will come around in a few days.
I give up Sweetheart. I started this letter an hour ago and this is as far as I could get. My mind seems to wander all over the place. I can’t seem to keep it on my writing. I’ve done a lot of dreaming about my wife. I guess that is about the biggest reason I can’t get a letter off to my Sweetheart. I love you so much, Sweetheart. You know that. And in case your memory is failing — I’m yours completely Sweetheart. I love only you and you are all I want Sweetheart – – – – – even if I don’t write much or often.
I love you with all my heart