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 28 Mar 1946 at 1 P.M.]

Mar. 28, 1946

Hello Sweetheart,

     This will be a quickie this morning.  I’m filthy and I’ve got to do something about it this morning.  I had planed planned to shave and take a shower last night but I didn’t get it done.  It’s all the night nurse’s fault.  The lights are supposed to be out at 9 o’clock.  We were playing pinochle and the nurse didn’t come on duty until 10:15 to make us turn out the light.  So you see, it’s all her fault or I would have been cleaned up before I went to bed last night.

     This is another of those nice Spring days.  I have my stomache full of good flap-jacks and everything would be fine if I was cleaned up.  Bob wants me to wheel him down to the Dentist at 8:30 so I won’t have too much time to spare.

     Sweetheart, believe it or not, I received two letters from you yesterday.  In one of them you were talking about your mothers visit.  You said that the folks did everything they could.  Just what did they do – what happened?

     What’s this about a dog?  Is that the surprise you had for me?  You have some explaining to do.  How about letting me in on some of the things that are going on?

     Looks like I will have to lay down the law!!  No more week-ends in New York; and if and as soon as I can get a furlough, I’m coming home.  Boy am I mean.  Whether you want me or not, I think you are going to have to put up with me for a couple of weeks.  Just as soon as they will let me, I’ll be there.  The way things look, it will be near the end of next month.  I love you Sweetheart.  I hope you don’t mind too much if I tell you what to do once in a while.  Do you?

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