Dearest Marge, Dec. 16, 43

Well I got a big letter this evening. It’s the first I’ve heard from you since Mon. I guess it seemed like a lifetime to. Well anyway I know how you feel when you don’t hear from me. I thought you might have been at Harlem because you said you might go.

Boy was it ever cold here last night. Who ever said anything about the sunny South is crazy. It even snowed here. After raining for 2 days it turned to sleet and ended up snowing. Was it ever cold when I crawled out at 6 this morning. These barracks aren’t made for such weather. More air conditioned. This one has holes in the walls you could throw a cat through.

I think I’ll go to the show tonight. That’s about all there is to do here. We could go to the Service Club but it’s about 2 miles from our area and I hate to walk that far for nothing. All that’s ever there is soldiers and more soldiers.

You said something about not knowing my ring size. Well Honey I didn’t know yours either once upon a long time ago. All I did was make a wild guess. Remember? I don’t know what size I wear only my class ring is an 8 ½. Honey I’d like anything you could buy for me. Don’t worry about this though.

Marge just forget about some of these letters I write cause I just get so darned blue sometimes I can’t help it. Maybe sometime I’ll get over it. Probably not till I can have you all the time. Then I would be happy.

Well I hope your feeling a lot better by now. Maybe someday we can get those spells regulated or stopped or something. Ha Ha. Won’t that be something. Don’t look for me home before Jan. now. Maybe not even then. You never know about the army.

This is about all I can think of. Don’t forget to write. Marge I love you and always will. I’ll be thinking of you all the time. Be good and take good care of yourself.

Yours forever,

Ralph.

P.S. I’ll answer your questions next letter.

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