June 1, 1944

Darling,

Another day gone without any mail. Almost a week now. Things are beginning to look serious. Oh well I suppose one of these days I’ll get 20 or 30 at a crack.

Sent a box to you yesterday as starting June 1st we can only send 1 box a month and not over 10 pounds. If you remember I told you in a previous letter I intended to put some presents for everybody in one box and send it to you to distribute. Well this is not the box. Everything in this one is for you. If you like you can give a couple of the duplicates, bracelets and necklace to Mom. However I sent this box in a hurry so as to be able to send another in June. I hadn’t as yet finished my shopping and it will probably take me another month to do it the way things are here.

Going in town the other day I saw a wedding procession. It was very colorful but very tawdry and fantastic looking. Also saw a fellow on a bicycle hit by a taxi. He sure flew thru the air. The victim was either English or a light colored Indian solider. Only difference between the 2 anyway is the coloring.

Yesterday was pay-day and what a shambles it made out of the town. Of course the shop-keeper charged more exorbitant prices than ever before in the drinking places arguments and free-for-all the order of the day and drunks were more plentiful than in Alexandria on a Saturday nite. The drinks themselves were worse than I have ever tasted here and that is plenty bad. The beggars were out a hundred fold also. That’s the way the Indians are anyway. One schemes steals and cheats to get your money and the other begs for it. The main point is to get the money no matter how.

Well sweetheart I have run out of words and time. Of course I could tell you how very much I adore you and every little thing about you but as I said before I have not the time.

All my love,

Warren.