Aug 17, 1944

Every village has one of these tanks or ghats where the women fill their water jugs and wash clothes etc. They are an unscrupulous lot that inhabit the larger towns especially. The soldiers keep away from them as many have been proven spies of the enemy. No more primitive a way could be found than the manner in which these women cook and prepare their meals. This is a new one on me. Never have seen these lazy so and so’s do that much work.

Darling,

Today commences a pictorial trip through India, by the letters you receive from me. Of course the way I write letters to you this pad will not last long but I’ll start another to make sure you get the whole series. Hope you like it.

How I came to acquire this paper is another story. I have been writing on 2^nd copy typewriter paper that we have here in the office as I write too much, I always run out of regular paper. Cheaper too. Lt. Marshall who cannot see very well anyway despite his loud denials has a tough time reading my letters to censor them, the paper is so thin.

Thus when in Command town he purchased this for me and brought it back. Would be very grateful to him except for his purely selfish motive.

I’m once again square with the world as I have answered every one who has written to me. Another one of my splurges of energy. Hope now to be able to keep ahead of the game.

Received a letter from you last night. It was written July 12, it was short but very nice. In it you mentioned a windy morning on top of the Empire State Building, New York. As your letters so after do, it started me to painfully reminisce. Yes Sweetheart I would like to repeat our experiences in New York once again myself.

However do you think it could ever mean as much to us another time? That time we saw New York City, with all its glamour and excitement, sophistication and magnitude, false glitter and tawdriness, filth and squalor than the rose-tinted eyes of newlyweds prejudiced by an all consuming love. We were happy!!!!!!! However after such a long separation it will be like another honeymoon when we are reunited. As for our love that has never faltered but rather has ripened and become if possible deeper and more complete. I love you so, Honey. The next time the younger Joneses hit that town they are going to make all the gay spots.

Got a kick out of your being desirous of finding a way over to India.

It would be wonderful to have you once again but I would never allow you at any cost to come over here. This is no place for a decent, swell girl like you. Haven’t seen a really nice one here yet. For the past few months in fact I haven’t seen any white women except for those two feminine nuisances.

Bout time to close Baby as I seem unable to concentrate on writing.

Give my love to our family.

All my love,

Warren