Sunday Night, December 5, 1943

My dearest Hal,

Here I am on Sunday night writing you another letter.

I have no idea how many I have written you but there must have been a great many by now. Most of them with very little in them but they bring to you my very best love.

Yesterday I went to see “Nana”. She had asked me for the radio. I took that in to her. I didn’t use it very much so it really didn’t matter and I was very glad for her to have it. I believe I wrote you that I had given her fifty dollars last month and in October, too. I know you want her to have it if she needs it.

I was sorry to see that she was not looking so well. She has difficulty in breathing too. Elizabeth said she had been feeling badly all week. Uncle Al and his family were there for a visit last week-end and I suspect she was pretty well tired out. She isn’t strong enough for too much company. It was hard on Sara to have company and nurse, too. Eliz. had gone down to spend Thanksgiving with Wilbur, so that left everything on Sara.

I was glad to read some letters from you. I believe they’ve had one since I have, but I’ll probably hear this week as it has been a week since I did hear.

Eliz. said Bit’s is back in the hospital, pneumonia again. He is certainly having a bad time of it.

We heard over the radio that “leaves” for service men depended on the ships available to get them to and from these far off places. We are steadily increasing our shipping but we probably need every bit of it for other things. I guess it is the same old trick of hoping against hope and I cling to anything that will mean I am going to get you home again.

Are you planning to do any thing exciting over there? Seems to me about time to start some excitement. I know that you couldn’t tell even if you were doing just that.

Please hurry up and get the war over. I “need” to see you very much.

All my love,

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