Dec.29th

                                                                                                            In France

 

Dearest Marge,

            Well Marge I finally received a letter.  It was dated December 10th which isn’t too bad considering everything.  Boy I was real glad to get it.  Our mail service hasn’t been so hot lately and it seems a heck of a long time between letters.

            In this letter you said you received the picture I sent.  Well don’t worry about the picture too much cause I thought it wasn’t so hot either.  One of the fellows said he couldn’t tell whether I just got out of Sing Sing or Leavenworth, Kansas.  I thought a camera didn’t lie but one never knows.

            Boy, if that dream you had ever did come true I probably would be a nervous wreck or something.  HaHa.  Better not scare me like that.  HaHa.  Oh well don’t worry it will come true someday or maybe part of it.  Remember what the fortune teller told you last summer.

            Boy the weather hasn’t changed much lately.  Its cold here.  Right now it’s a beautiful night except for a little cold.  Its real moonlight and real light out.

            Tell your mother the fruit cake was swell.  We ate it last night.  Boy something like that doesn’t last long around here.  You would think these guys never had anything to eat before, including me, but I can’t blame them.  It was real good.  Cake is something we get very little of.

            Well it’s just a few more days now and I’ll have been gone two years.  It may not seem long but at times it has seemed like a couple lifetimes.  Another thing, in a few more days it will be 11 months since I left N.Y.  That’s where the slowness began.  As long as we were in the States it wasn’t so bad.  We knew we had a chance to get home sooner or later but over here that’s something no one can depend on.

            Well since I started to write the day has changed.  Right now it’s the 30th.

            I just reread your letter to see if I missed anything.  Boy Darling I hope that I can be home with you just as soon as possible.  It can’t be too soon for me.  Even if it’s tomorrow a lot of times I’ve tried to think what it will be like.  All I know is it will be the only place in the world to be.

            Well Marge I think I’ll close for tonight.  As usual I’m OK.  Just real lonesome for the sweetest wife in the world.  I miss you more every day I’m away from you.  Someday real soon I’ll prove to you how much I love you.  Until then don’t worry about me.  Be good.  Darling and I’ll have to be.

                                                                                    All my love,

                                                                                                Ralph