Wednesday, September 18^th

My Own Loving Husband,

You are back at camp now, darling, and I hope writing me, too. We received mail from you, angel, since that letter you wrote when you arrived at Bea’s for leave. I can guess, though, my darling, everybody was surprised and excited at seeing you back again. Are you having a good time darling? I know one thing, though, angel, you were thinking of us just the same as we were thinking of you. Gee! My darling husband, you will never, never, realize how much I’ve missed you. My love for you, my darling, is very dear. It seems to get worse for me. I’ve just put Derry to bed. I’m waiting for him to go to sleep.

Darling, you know what, I always wonder if you think of me at feeding time. You think of me, of course, darling, but I often wonder at night, especially when in bed feeding Derry. Darling, I think of everything, I’m sure, angel, trying to imagine every movement you might be making. All through the day, I’m wondering what you might be doing.

Darling, I love you so very much. I’m just about going nuts to be with you.

I’ve had a letter from the American Embassy to send to the president and passport peace. I’ve also filled in that form from Cooke’s. I had my passport photograph taken yesterday, darling, so all will be sent into Warsaw, so I guess next time, darling, I shall have all my instructions. Darling, I shall never be happy until Derry and I are with you for keeps, so until we are, just remember, my own darling husband, I’ll be loving you always, and I’m longing for you more and more each day and night. God Bless and keep you safe for me always.

Connie and Derry

x x x

P.S. Just received those papers about your trip and Derry’s birth.

I love you.