Spitball Army

[Letter postmarked on 10 July 1944 at 2 p.m. at Grand Central Station, New York, New York. Addressed to Mrs. Richard N., Berwyn, Illinois. No return address inscribed on the envelope.]

July 5, 1944

My Darling,

How are you Hon, I am fine, too. I don’t have much to tell you in this letter because I tell you most every thing in my V-mails. I know I have stopped mailing them, too, but I couldn’t hold out until I received your answer to my June 25th letter, so I put several V-mails in the mail for you. I was going to send them in this letter, but I got impatient waiting for the opportunity – you see, I never know when it is coming. However, the important thing is I am on the next shipment. I would like to tell you when I will be in N.Y., but if orders were changed, it might cause a delay and then very much unnecessary anxiety and undue worry for you; so I will tell you only that I will be home very soon – how is that? I have very high hopes of being in the States so that we might be together for our anniversary. In the mean time, I love you every minute, hon, and will be dreaming of being with you every night.

[One and ½ lines of writing scribbled out at this point.]

I love you, my darling,
Dick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx