Paris

Tues. March 13, 1945

Dearest Mary,

It’s the same story tonight Mish, no letters. I thought surely my mail would continue to come through regularly, but I guess I’m to be disappointed again. One thing is sure – I’ll have a bundle of letters when they do come through ‘cause I know you write a letter everyday. I’ve only missed one or two in the last two or three weeks. Here’s hoping they don’t all pile up and arrive on the same day.

I’ve about finished one of the packages that arrived yesterday. The tomato preserves were very good, especially with the “Melba” toast. We were all sorry that the jar of peach butter wasn’t larger – it just hit the spot. One of the fellows usually brings a loaf of French bread - (It’s a thin loaf almost a yard long) - that and the peach butter make an ideal mid morning lunch. By the way any time you have a desire to send a package – the boys say: “We could use more of this and Low”

You know how I go for all the things you send don’t you Mish, Bum.

I’m off for Paris, early in the morning to the first in line when Guerlain’s Perfume Salon opens. I want a large bottle of Shalaman for the best “Spunky” in all the world. Hope I have a good report for tomorrow’s letter. I’m sure you’ll like Shalaman, if your “Trade Secret” holds true to form, I know you’ll like it very much. Here’s a caution though – Don’t try it out around anyone else but Bonzo – ‘cause after all – well you understand; I know.

If you see Monty, tell her I received her letter last week. There’s a v-mail on the way to Trenton too. I had a letter returned from the Greenwood, address – I sent it from London – the note on the letter- said, “Unknown”-??

One of the fellows in our company has a sister in Mont’s class – (Charlie Rossi). I’m just taking it for granted that it was Monty, ‘cause he said his little sister – I keep forgetting about Kathleen, being in S. ‘Riner too.

That seems to be about all the news for the day, Mish – if it can be called news. Here it’s after ten o’clock and you’re just about eating dinner. I sure wish I could be there to sit across from you and tell you once more how delicious you - and everything is. ‘Cause you is a super delicious sweet Bum.

Night Sweetheart – All our Love Always,

Frank