July 14, 1944

                                                                                                            Guess Where

 

Dearest Marge,

            I’ll try and write a few lines this evening before I go to bed.  You probably think I’ve forgotten about you cause I haven’t written for so long.  I’ve really been busy and you probably will get fewer letters now than ever.  It’s really been a long time since I’ve had any mail but I can’t growl.  I don’t look for any for several days or even weeks maybe.  I really would like to hear from you though.

            As usual I’m feeling swell.  I even got a little suntan now!  The weather has warmed up and we have had a few real nice days.  I hope it stays this way cause it can get awful messy living in pup tents.  We have been eating K and C rations lately but you will eat most anything at times.

            When you get this call Mom and let her know I’m O.K.  I haven’t time to scribble much.  Maybe I should tell you I’m in France.  Had a swell trip across the Channel, a lot better than the one across the ocean.  Maybe someday I’ll make a sailor.

            I just took a bath.  That is if you want to call it that.  You can’t do much washing out of a bucket. Ha Ha.

            I’m one of the many that’s having trouble speaking French.  In fact I don’t know where to start.  There was a French woman chasing some cattle around this morning and I think the cows understand more than I did.  I guess I’ll stick to English.

            I can’t think of much more to write about.  There is plenty to say but no use writing it.  You would never get to read it anyway.

            Well Honey the mosquitoes and bugs are getting pretty thick.  Just so they don’t get any worse.

            Honey I haven’t told you much here but you will still know I’m thinking about you all the time.  Write more later.

                                                            Love,
                                                            Ralph

 

P.S. Honey, don’t forget to write even if you don’t hear from me.  I’ll write just as often as I can.  I love you more than I can ever tell you on paper.  I wish I was with you but that’s impossible.  Be Good Darling and I’ll be seeing you real soon.