Spitball Army

[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 17 Apr 1946 at 7 P.M.]

April 17, 1946

Hello Sweetheart,

     Well, I’m still here and I’m afraid I’ll still be here this week-end.  I wasn’t on the transfer list for this Friday.  The Record Office called me up Monday and asked me a couple of questions so I know they haven’t forgotten me and they are at least doing something.  It should be near the first of next week now.

     What have you decided about coming up here?  Think it over Sweetheart and I’ll get your answer Sunday night.  Don’t let any stubbornness interfer.  We might never see this part of the country again.  I don’t think I’ll want to come back.  I’ve seen enough of New York to last me for a lifetime.

     Here are my bowling scores.  Last Tuesday – 130, 156, 158, & 138.  Yesterday – 147, 152, 155, & 123.  That 4th game is always too much.  I get tired.  Only one out of the 8 on the two teams beat me yesterday.  He bowled 148, 142, 158, & 135.  Beat me 6 pins.

     The tempest is fugating, so I’ll just say “I love you Sweetheart” and sign off.

     Goodnight Sweetheart
          I love you with all my  heart
               Pleasant dreams
                    Goodnight Sweetheart
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                              ‘Nite

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