Camp #18. Route 2.

                                                                                                            Nicklesville, Virginia.

                                                                                                            Feb. 23. 19.41.

Dear Wife

            Just a few lines to let you hear from me and to let you know that I am well and truly hope that this letter will find you well. Darling what is the trouble with you that you have not written since the 8th of February and I still worry and don’t let it be so long before you write. I am worried. Both my brother and Auntie wrote a letter and told me how he was doing. He is staying with her now and she told me to write him and talk to him so I think that I will write him next Sunday. Uncle Phillipe has a new 1941 Plymouth and he is something now. Baby why don’t you write and tell me the strange news. I guess that your love for me is dying now and you don’t care where you write or not. Although I know that some one is telling you what to do. If I live, I am going to redeem myself and do better. You whisper breathless tender words and gaze with glowing eyes. You gave earnestness like Swift wings and kisses deep as sighs. This will bring me to a close and hope that you will soon write. Give love to all the family. Many kisses to you xxxxxxxxxxxx From Jamie Harrell to the one I love.