“France”

Monday, February 26, 1945

“Hello Sugar”

            It’s just me again – yip! – same old me – a little older and wiser perhaps, but the same old me.  Guess I’ll always be just plain old Charlie until I die.  You mentioned once that I was the “unforgettable type” – It made me feel good when I read it, but at the same time it made me wonder a little wonder if all the old gang does ever think about me – so wonder where I am? I’ve lost contact with so many people I used to know.  It’s my fault of course, because I write only to a few, but just the same they should think about me if they ever recall some of the good old carefree times we used to have, like the ones we used to have when you and I were going together.  Remember those warm spring nights, and the pleasant summer ones at Gypsy Village and the fun we used to have.  Somehow those nights seem so long ago – yet they are most vivid in my dreams.  I can’t imagine of ever having that much fun again – ever.  I couldn’t if I tried.  I had lots of fun in Hollywood- yes! – but it was a different type of fun – not the kind that lingers in your memory forever – I suppose it’s because the one “I love best” was missing – space is gone – Do write soon –

 

Love,

Charlie