Friday, July 16, 1943

Dearest

I haven’t been released yet. I guess my pulse is still too rapid. I was told to return for another check today. It really isn’t anything I guess. I feel very well, the marching and drilling don’t seem to bother me at all. The shots for tetanus and typhoid didn’t affect me aside from making my arm a little stiff. My vaccination is turning a little red, but it doesn’t hurt. I guess I’ll be here until the condition improves. The nice part about this is that if I happen to be here for twenty-five more days, I can ask for a week-end pass. That would be pretty nice. So here’s hoping.

We saw a moving picture on the articles of war. I was told to return to the barrack.

Received your letter Bunny. Boy it was good to hear from you. I know you know how it feels. It’s the next best thing to being home with you. I can see the kitchen, the dining room, the little hall-way and the blue room. I can see those red candy striped pajamas too. I’m singing-

“I love you- I love you, I love you.

Sweet heart of all my dreams. I love you I can’t live without you. You are my sweetheart in dreams. I love you, I love you. I love you-sweetheart of all my dreams.”

You can make up your mind that MacGregar is over in the big chair - a Bonzo is a bad doggie. I’d better stop dreaming but it would be nice.

How are the Junior Commanders getting along? I’ll bet you’re stepping around some. They probably are enjoying it too- the house, the yard and most of the lake. I think it’s the most wonderful place in the world.

I received a letter from Lincoln Ave (Mary) today. She said not to worry about the pulse. I’m not. I don’t think it means a thing. Mary said you drive very well. I’ll bet you do too. Those little troubles, the brake, coming to a stop too far from the curb, they are just little things that will straighten themselves out after a while. I always knew you would be a good driver.

Bet I’ve never had so much sun in all my life before. I’m a little sun burned but it isn’t anything. I suppose the army isn’t really so bad, other things being equal. As some of the fellows say, it seems like a long vacation, marching, no movies and the sun too.

I’ll never be satisfied with army life- especially when I have to be away from you- [edited for content].

I suppose you’ll be hearing from George one of these days. If you do, let me know where he is.

I’d better get my bed made up now. I may have night K.P.

Love sweetheart darling

Love Franko