Spitball Army

I can’t think this morning. I guess I have too good a case of Spring Fever.

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[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 7 Feb 1946 at 6 P.M.] Feb. 7, 1946 Hello Sweetheart,      Do you remember what that “Hello” is supposed to mean?  Well, thank goodness there weren’t many letters that I had to use it […]

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For the first half of the trip I was watching the time-table with one eye and my watch with the other. You could set your watch by that train.

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You don’t know how much it means to me to know beyond a doubt that you are waiting waiting for me, trusting me and loving me. I feel sorry for those who have no one waiting for them – those that have no one to love.

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One of my buddies has a novel way of keeping up his correspondence. He boasts at least 6 letters a week to his wife. That’s all very well and good, but I don’t like the way he does it.

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