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 24 Apr 1946 at 1 P.M.]

April 23, 1946

Hello Sweetheart,

     Well, I get I know what my letters can mean to you.  I’ve really been down in the dumps the last two days.  I’m sorry I haven’t written before this but I was so mad and dejected I just couldn’t write.  As I told you yesterday over the phone, I went down to the record office and they told me this coming Friday.  Well, I went down again this morning and nothing more had been done.  They made up Friday’s transfer list this afternoon.  So, naturally, I missed it.  Two weeks my papers have been down in the record office and still the CO hasn’t signed them.  I’m beginning to wonder if I will be home for our aniversary.  I’ll be there as soon as I can.  I love you so much Sweetheart.  You are everything to me.  I was so happy about the cottage.  Now I’m afraid we won’t get to use it very much.  I want you so bad I can hardly stand it Sweetheart.  Waiting is so hard and I’m so anxious to be with you.  I love you with all my heart Sweetheart.

     About the convertible Sweetheart, I’m willing to have any make and any color.  I just want one and I want it when I get home.  I would even take a Ford.  The only condition is that it doesn’t run over $1500 or thereabouts.  I hope you will be able to get that Plymouth you mentioned.  Anything – just so it is a NEW car with a “roll back” top.

     That’s it for to-night Sweetheart.  I’ll write again tomorrow.  I’m all yours.  AND I’m coming home eventually.  I’ll bet on that.

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

x x