Jan. 11, 1944

Dear Al,

I received your letter a few days ago, and I was very glad to hear from you. My mother saw, and she gave you a compliment. She said you were very good-looking. It wasn’t a he, it was a she that hit me in the mouth (yippee). It was my mother. She was chopping wood and hit me in the mouth, knocking three of my front teeth loose.

I feel bad about it as it is. Vera said she would go and meet you, as I can’t, so she surly will take my place and show you a good time (as I know you are expecting one.) When you get transferred from training school, you will still write to me, won’t you? When you get your first furlough, you can come out and see me. Does Don still stay with you? How is he? Tell him hello from me. Vera said you wrote to her and told her that you were going to be transferred the 22^nd of January. I thought that when you get transferred and have your first furlough, you could get another sailor that you know and come out to my house. I’ll get Vera and we’ll go, if that’s all right with you, because I really would like to see you. I’m also sorry I haven’t got a picture of myself, and I won’t be able to get on [?] I get my [?]. Boy my mother sure does feel bad about it. Well I guess I better close now and hoping to hear from you soon. When you get a picture taken of yourself in your uniform, will you please send me one? Well I can’t close with lips pains so I just say so long. For a while. Love Always. XOXO Ramona.