August 8, 1945

Hi Honey,

            I feel pretty good tonight; I got 2 letters from you today and a letter from Louise and the package you sent home.  Boy honey, I liked that perfume.  Kate tried to get it from me but I liked it too well.  My latest letter was written the 2nd so that’s real good service. You probably will get a lot of mail one of these days.  I know you should get more letters from me than you do.  You sounded disgusted in your letters today.  I know its tough but maybe it will be worth it all in the end.  I hope.  I love you Ralph and always will.  You will get home some day and then anything can happen.  I wondered if you would write back anything about that baby of Paul’s crying.  I never thought you would say what you did.  Nipe said I might have one of my own someday.  Well, I hope to but not for a few years. Mom said she bet that would be the first thing that happened.  I don’t think so myself unless you insist.  I’ve thought about it lots of times.  Did you ever?  That’s all Louise talked about in her letter.  She has 4 months to wait yet.  She said her and Dean both want a girl.  I hope so too.  Remember three years ago tonight?  I wouldn’t mind if that was tonight, would you?  It sure is awful living this way.  I’ve had time to grow up since you saw me last.  Time really flies when I think back of what all happened in three years.  Honey, I’m hoping it won’t be much longer until you get home.  I love you so much Ralph.  I can’t tell you in words.  Be good Ralph and keep waiting.  I miss you more all the time your gone, Ralph.  I’ll send you all my love and kisses in my letters until you do get home and then I’ll give them to you.

                                                                                    Yours forever,

                                                                                                Marge