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 19 Mar 1946 at 8 P.M.]

Mar. 19, 1946

Hello Sweetheart,

     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.

     Good-night Sweetheart
          I love you with all my heart
               Pleasant dreams
                    Goodnight Sweetheart
                          x x
                               ‘Nite
                                     Winkle  xx