20 Sept 1944
Darling Diane,
This can only be a note because I am absolutely stumped for things to write about dear. There being nothing of importance and I have received no mail except a short note telling me of your planned movements. I do expect some mail on any plane from now on and am anxiously awaiting it for I feel that you may have some news that I will be awaiting eagerly. I am particularly anxious to hear what Ken had to say when you talked with him in FT W-- as you planned to do. That is if he was home when you were there. I have not heard from him as yet but really expect to any day now. The time lag in letters when there is stuff and things in the wind is very exasperating but due to the mails cannot be helped.
I suppose that you are back in good old SA by now and making big clean up, scrub up in the apartment after your extended absence. Don’t you wish that you had me there to give a little elbow grease to the job? Now don’t tell me what to do for I know the parts I am supposed to take care of even if I don’t like it. It won’t take long tho and that is one of the things I like about the apartment. A good concentrated effort soon does the job and things look “hunky dory” once again.
I seem to
be slowly getting over my indisposition tho I am not what you might call as
perky as I would like. The headaches
seem to arrive each day tho it is toward evening now and they are not so
severe. The one big thing of course in
my mind is that nothing along those lines which would keep me from keeping my
date with you in
I had asked
Major Wood who lives in
Darling mine my love for you continues to grow but I must say that my impatience to see you is growing at a faster rate. I am about to bust a blood vessel thinking of it. But darling the comfort of having you and loving you is such a wonderful thing to me. I have told you before that it is sustaining part of my life but saying it again makes it none the less true. I love you sweet lady and send the oodles of it. Adios for now.
Edwin