[Written to Alice in Indianapolis, Indiana. Return addressed: Richard, Ward 43, U.S.N.H., St. Albans, L.I., N.Y. Postmarked at Jamaica, N.Y., on 16 Apr 1946 at 1:30 P.M.]
April 16, 1946
I went to the show in the auditorium last night. What a picture!! “Lost Week-end” It was the funniest thing – the first place everybody went after the show was the nearest drinking fountain. The picture made me so thirsty that I couldn’t get enough water afterwards.
I got some “personel affects” back yesterday. It was some things that I had in my blanket roll, I think. There may have been some things fom my sea bag too. I don’t remember taking both pair of glasses with me. Anyhow, I got the glasses – one pair all broken to pieces and the other pair in one piece. They also sent back some letters and 15 stamped envelopes. I had to throw most of it away. It was green with mould and mildew. What a lovely smell.
We’re going bowling this afternoon. I’m on the ward team this week. We (the 43 Cripples) are bowling “The 102 Plastics.” Everyone on our team has either a bad arm of leg; and the other team, every man has had plastic surgery work done on his face. There isn’t anything wrong with their arms and legs.
No more news Sweetheart. There isn’t a thing left to write but I love you. You already know that so I’ll just tell you again away. I love you Sweetheart.
I love you with all my heart
x x ‘Nite
The trailer for The Lost Weekend (1945):