6 Nov. 1944

My Darling,

We are, as I expected, beginning to feel the aftereffects of the beloved I.G. officer. Among many other things, our tents have to be reset so that the ropes and pegs or rather stakes are in a uniform line and we are having another inspection of web equipment this coming Sat. That includes packs, pistol belt and access, mess kit, canteen, etc. This is a pleasant war isn’t it?

Thought I might drop a line to Mrs. Huck the other day to wish her a happy Xmas but discovered I had forgotten her address. About all I can remember is Mrs. Huck, Alex. La. and that is hardly enough. She was a good old soul in spite of her mercenary instincts. Took good care of you which is all I need for a recommendation. If Alex didn’t hold so many important memories for me I would like to go back and visit her some time. As her establishment was very familiar to Capt. Halty we have reminisced many a time over the place. Of course he knew if in the good old days before “Ma” Huck changed her live of business. It was he who tipped me off to the place when we were up in Ark. the first time. God almighty did I hit the ceiling when he told me about it. He still kids me about it.

Well I just returned from supper Sweetheart and a very significant thing happened to me as I came out to dump the leavings in the garbage pail. As usual I was throwing most of the chow away, and on observing a dog right next to the pail, I threw the so-called meat to him. Now believe me how I love dogs and as a general rule I wouldn’t dare give them any of this swill we are fed, but he was a newcomer, a stranger to me and he looked ravenous. Well I’ll be a son of a gun (used that in place of more fitting words as you are lady, darn sweet one at that) if the dog didn’t take one sniff at my offering and turn tail and take off. Well I have always contended a dog had excellent judgment and if I ever see him again I intend to most humbly apologize for insulting the poor devil. I know I should have known better. Hope the S.P.C.A. doesn’t hear about it. I would be in trouble then. Oh, woe is me!

Sweetheart, after that horrible confession, just so you won’t think I have turned sadist altogether, I want to tell you I love you like the very dickens. Have been doing so for a long time now and should be very much surprised if I didn’t love you for the rest of my life. In short, to coin a patent saying “you satisfy” me.

Now lets see what other epic words shall I render immemorable with my skillful (?) pen. Oh yes there is something else. Darling if and when you send anymore boxes to me you can save yourself a lot of trouble by eliminating these items. I know they are hard to get at home and I can get enough to get by on over here. Candy, cigarettes, cigars, chewing gum, red-hot dogs, programs, No! No! Cross out these last items, I was thinking I was back at the ball games! I can use some brushless shaving cream, that kind of tooth paste we always used, I forgotten the name now, Held-Root Cream Oil tonic, Anacin, combs, and I guess that is about it. O.K.

Well Baby, I’m going to retreat and leave the field to the bugs.

All my love,

Warren