May 12, 1944

Dearest Clara,

I am just waiting on time to pass now so I’ll try and think of something to write about. I am still on the ship. I have to stand guard in the morning for a little while, now I am sitting on a bunk. I sure wish there was something to write about darling, but it’s the same old routine. I went to bed pretty early last night. I started to write this then, but my eyes got so blurry I couldn’t see, you [know] how they used to do. They are still sore, but I can see a little better today, but they make me awful nervous. I hope all the folks are well. I sure wish I could get to see you pretty soon, but I don’t know when that will be honey. It seems to me like an awful long time since I left San Francisco, but it hasn’t been very long. Well darling, will write another letter to you shortly. Maybe I can think of something to say. I can ask you questions but that is about all. Write soon.

With lots of love and kisses to my darling wife Clara

Johnny