Mon – July 12 1943

 

                                                            Dixon Spring, Tenn.

 

Hello Sweetheart,

            I’ll answer all the letters I got Saturday with this one. We moved again yesterday morning. This moving is getting me. Our outfit is camped near Hartsville, Tennessee. And 6 of us are about 8 miles from there at this place. We are supposed to be lookouts for our Bw. Some sh*t I think. We have our radio set up under a big tree in some guys pasture field. We don’t know when we will eat because no one knows where we are. It’s about 11 AM and I’m getting hungry.

            Honey I’d write more often if I had time. All we do now is set up two or 3 days and then move out for a new area. I thought some of those pictures were swell but those of me were terrible. All I could see was my big nose. Those of you were swell.

             I don’t know how soon I’ll get this mailed but probably will today. I should write to Ila or mom but can’t get time to. You said Chet was coming home over a week end. I doubt it. He has to work every day and we generally move over the week end.

            News here is scarce. All I can say is how much I miss you. Marge I miss you more than I ever did. Since I was home it seems lonelier than ever before out here. I love you and always will.

            Marge don’t worry about this A.P.O. This was we are situated out here we aren’t near any camp, just here today and gone tomorrow. It’s about the only way they could get mail to us. This maneuver area covers about 8 counties and we are liable to be in any one or anyplace. About going back to Kentucky. Our orders are to report back September 7 but I guess that could be changed easily.

            Marge I could get you some films if I was back in camp. Out here we can’t buy anything. We did get some candy at one store.

            These people down here are goofy. The shows are closed on Sunday. The stores are never open and if they are you can’t get anything.

            Did you have a good time in Iud? I wish I could have gone with you but I couldn’t. Maybe in 1947 I can go to the reunion with you. Suppose so?

Mail here goes out about 3 PM so I’ll finish this and mail it in this guy’s bop, I’ll have to close to get this out if it will leave today. Don’t forget I love you more than anything else in this old world. I’ll always love you Marge. You’re the sweetest wife in this whole world. Honey be good and don’t worry about me. I’m O.K.

Love,

            Ralph

 

Honey I love you.

 

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