[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 27 Mar 1946 at 1 P.M.]
Mar. 27, 1946
Letter-writing time again. It’s 10 minutes till eight. I had some good sunny-side eggs this morning and the weather outside is nice. So, I’m feeling in high spirits this morning. How are you doing? I love you Sweetheart. I’m all yours. Now, how about a letter from you? The postman forgot me yesterday for some reason. Do you think he will do better today?
I saw a fairly good show last night. It was a spooky mystery named “Spiral Staircase.”
I tried to listen the basket-ball game at Madison Square Garden last night to determine the tournament champions. The game was between Oklahoma A.&M. and North Carolina. Something happened – anyway I went to sleep about 15 minutes after the game started. It was an exciting and close game, but I still don’t know who won. Guess I’ll have to get my hands on this mornings paper and read all about it. Pete went to the game last night. He just woke up so I don’t have to hunt for a paper now. Oklahoma won 43 to 40. It must have been quite a game. I had a chance to go but I couldn’t. My blouse is at the cleaners. One of the fellows wore it last week and so he is having it cleaned for me. That reminds me of something else. I thought I had lost my overcoat. On two different days I went through the P-coat locker & I couldn’t find it. I found it though. Somebody had been wearing it. That’s why I couldn’t find it. Somebody stole one of the emblems from my coat. As yet I haven’t been able to get one in its place.
This is it for now Sweetheart. I miss you and I love you with all my body and soul.
I love you with all my heart
x x ‘Nite
A scene from The Spiral Staircase (1945):