Thursday

October 7, 1943

Dear Joe,

Just a few lines to let you know that I waited for you quite a while today. I don’t know why you didn’t show up. But I guess whatever it was you couldn’t help it. I was very disappointed though that you didn’t come.

Do you think that if you don’t sail tomorrow you can come around? Why didn’t Clyde show up yesterday? It was to be his liberty yesterday wasn’t it?

You know, Joe, I hardly got to talk to you Tuesday. I really did want to go for a walk or something with you but I guess you didn’t want to. You didn’t even seem happy seeing me. You know, Joe, I know I shouldn’t be talking this way. But you really made me feel awfully bad. I did want to talk and talk to you. After waiting so long to see you I didn’t want to write this letter to be an old hen or anything like that. But I just wanted to tell you how I felt.

All I wanted was to have your arms caress me like you did before you went away. But I guess you don’t like me anymore. That is of course if you ever did.

Well Joe I wish you’d write me a few lines telling me what happened to you and how you are and all that. Tell Clyde to drop a few lines and please see that he writes. Now, don’t you forget to write.

If I don’t see you anymore before Christmas, I wish you and Clyde a

very

“Merry

Christmas”

God bless you and watch over you always.

May he bring you home safely always as he did this time.

S long Joe

Always the same

Patsy.

P.S. Don’t get me wrong the way I write to you. I didn’t write to make you mad— as I said before that is the way I felt. I couldn’t believe you could act that way. That’s all but so long Joe. Hope to see or hear from you soon.