December 9^th, 1943

My dearest Hal,

I got a letter from you today that was mailed on the 1^st of December. I thought that was fine. I am so sorry mail does not seem to reach you. I write at least three letters a week, sometimes more than that and I can’t understand why you have not been getting them.

I enjoyed your account of Thanksgiving. Sorry you didn’t have turkey. They told us over the radio that all men in the service would have turkey if it were possible to get it to them. We enjoyed ours very much. Everyone said how much they wished that you and Bob could help us eat it.

We live very well indeed. We have food stored in the locker and we have enough points to set a great table. We do not have many cakes or other sweet things and there is very little candy in the market. In spite of that I am getting fat. I hope you won’t mind finding me more of an armful than when you went away. I miss you more than I ever thought possible.

All my love,

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