31 July 1944

Ladybug,

I had a note or whatever you call that little hello you sent me. Never the less it was just as welcome as could be for it was from my darling. I know it must be hot from what you say and I know Texas (ah ah ah) this time of year. Sorry Honeychild but it won’t be long now till more cheering weather.

I also agree that Mexico would be lots nicer for a while. I don’t blame you for wanting to go but I do hate to think of you traveling and being in a place like that alone for more reasons than one. I guess though under the conditions that is one of the situations that has to be accepted though I cannot refrain from saying do be careful alone there in Mexico. I sure don’t like that idea much. I am also sorry that I am unable to be there at this time. I figured maybe not long hence that I could join you there but we will see about that later if you would care to come back.

I am at present sort of sitting in anticipation waiting to see if the malaria is going to catch up with me. I continue to have a head-ache every day and am listless as the devil. Not sick you understand but just not worth a tinker---- and with the feeling that I do not much care. From all I can find out that is the forerunner of that disease but I am hoping above hope that that is not it. It is miserable stuff and can make you quite sick. However the cure is worse than the other. Atabrin. It makes you feel like the very devil and you have to take it for at least five months afterwards. I have my fingers crossed that it is a false alarm. If they would send a guy home with it might be worth it but they don’t do so until you have had three or four relapses. What a country!

I saw a delightful picture Sunday afternoon, Bing Crosby in “Going My Way”. Honey be sure and see it. It has some of the best acting and no doubt the best directing that I have seen in many many a moon. Rather an unusual picture for Crosby and it is not a musical comedy. I know that you will enjoy it as much as I did—even if you have to go alone. Then again last night I saw “For Whom the Bell Toll” which I had not seen. I enjoyed it but it wasn’t what I expected. Two in one day on Sunday is not unusual for me and I will never get so I haven’t seen all the neighborhood offerings when I get back to the States I go so often here. Well just everyday or rather night.

Darling mine there is no news to pass on but I send my love to the best wife in the world and I long for you everyday dear. Adios.

Edwin