October 24, 1944

My Dearest Loveable Darling Dolly,

This is getting on my nerves honey. Still no mail, and I want to hear from you so damn bad. It’s bad enough being miles and miles away from you, let alone not getting an of your perfect letters. But I suppose I’ll have to be patient, and hope they get here soon. I love you so damn much Dolly, and I hope and pray it isn’t long until I can tell you in person, and I can tell you how perfect and sweet and lovely you really are.

Alexa was feeling sorry for a guy back at the last place we were, and he told his wife to write to the guy because he hadn’t had any letters for so long. The other day Alexa gets a four page letter and the guy gets an eight page letter. You should have heard Alexa. He is funny, once in a while he talks with a dialect. Like papala.

They just called coffee at the kitchen so if you will excuse me for a few minutes honey. Here I am back again. The coffee was pretty good. But it was a hell of a long ways from the coffee we used to have in the evening, in our little kitchen, with either coffee cake, pie, or cookies you baked. You know honey- I must be nuts to think that they could ever have anything in the army to even come near comparing with home life, as hard as they try. So I guess I will wait until I get home, and I can have all home cooking morning, noon, and night, and I can tell you how much I love you each time.

You know I bet those boxes you sent are tied up with all the xmas packages, and here I am waiting for them. I’ll be so damn glad when this war is all over. Look at me will you. All I want is a little old bottle of ink and some good stationary. Two years ago, all I had to do was go to the desk and pick out some of that real good stationary, and we had plenty of ink. I feel like doing something to the German prisoners I see. The war is all over for them. When it’s over for me, I want to go home. I shouldn’t say this, but I felt sorry for one I saw. He looked like a little kid but he still had a smile on his face. Some of them just have a sullen, don’t-give-a-damn look and some are still cocky. Pappy Sharp was feeling a little more disagreeable today. He said “for all this misery they are causing me, I’ll kill every one I see”. He told me the other night he was going to come out and visit us for a couple weeks after the war. Right now, he is out playing poker again. So I am home in my little peep tent all alone. I feel like one of those ads you read in magazines. Why do I spend my nights alone?

How is Dick coming along? If he is working all the time, he must not have time to feed all his animals, or didn’t he get another rabbit? I would like to see him. I have to laugh at him at times, and then I get peeved too, but he is all right. Has he served on the alter yet? I know he was learning his latin all last year.

I wrote a letter to Dad today and I still have to write to Flo and Regina and I don’t know if I owe Flo and Gene a letter. Pete owes me one, and Dan.

How is Mr. Leiser feeling now? I wish I had seen him. Do you ever hear anything about Mr. Comears? Do you remember when I told you that I told him the lie? I just couldn’t get myself to come right out and tell you honey. Unless I blurted it out like when I left California. I love you so damn awful much Dolly. Do you know that?

Did you ever get that money order I sent? The last letter that came was dated Oct. 8 – and I sent it Oct. 2 so I should know in the next bunch of letters. You know what I hope you will do? Put it in with what you were planning on spending for an outfit and really getting a real whig of one. You will look like fifty million to everyone- you look better than that in any dress you have.

I went through my duffle bag yesterday and found four more candles. I feel pretty good. My watch went on the blink. It keeps losing time. I’ll have to fix it I guess. I think this dang climate has something to do with it.

Dolly my dearest sweetest precious darling, I am at the end of another short letter. I hope I get a letter from you tomorrow. I love you more than always. A million big and a lot of little kisses.

Your Ever Loving,

Giles