Nov. 22, 1943

 

My Sweetheart,

 

            May God, keep you so sweet and lovable always for that’s just what you are to me.  The sincere and ever faithful husband and I sure love you more and more for the reply to the Nov. 18th letter I sent you about me being lovey-dovey and affectionate.  Believe me it was just one of my passing emotions and I came through it just as you would want me to.  [Edited for content]  I’m certainly looking forward to it at any rate, with crossed fingers of course.  Please, don’t worry about me though along that line because I’m pass time I could hold myself together and not let emotions get the better of me.  Never would have given in to you had I not loved you the way I did and God, knows 2 love no other, just you and you alone. 

            I uncovered some news today that made me unhappy although I’d been expecting it and that is that William has been shipped.  His address is being A.S.N. 32546689, 562nd Amele. Co. Wtr., A.P.O. 9060, New York, N.Y.  I hope the as I’m saving myself and everything I’ve got for you.  Had I done that it’s such a poor imitation of the real mercy that to really worth waiting for.  No, Mommy and George didn’t inspire me any, it was just the way I happen to feel.  I probably would have been the same way, had you been home only more so as I would have been able to let myself go.  Hope I get one of those strong moods while your home, I think I could really show you something worth while.  Lord keeps him safe because he’s a heck of a good kid.  I’ve really learned a lot about my big brother through Georgianna. 

            I had really planned on writing a big long letter to you tonight but things don’t pan out that way.  We had a blackout and Floyd and Edna was here all enthused about Edna’s almost being with I.B.M.  Didn’t get home very early either, as I had Don put new points, spark plugs and first the switch on the car and then when I went to start it tonight, it still wouldn’t turn over, so now he’s going to check the wiring on it tomorrow.  Its shorting someplace, I guess.  So I’ll close hoping you’d never forget that I could never be [edited for content] with anyone but you unless I knew that you was untrue.

                                                                        I send all my love and kisses,

Ruthie. It’s now 12 midnight, aint I the night hawk?