Saturday April 3

12:00

Dearest Mary Ellen

           

            The mail came in just a few minutes ago dear.  I got three letters.  Your letter of the 31st, along with Beulah’s letter, and one from a fellow in my barracks who I will have at the wedding.  I waited to cool off after reading Beulah’s letter before I started writing.  I’ll discuss it later.

            Today is my sixth day here and I am allowed to get up and move around.  It makes the day pass a little quicker anyway.  It seems like even in the hospital I can’t get away from inspections.  We had to get everything cleaned up for one this morning but it didn’t amount to much.  I was the first one up today.  I got up and washed and then made my bed.  They have quit giving me those sulfur pills also, so I’m not awakened in the middle of the night to take them.

            I’ve been spending most of my time reading.  I’ve read a lot of Ellery Queens adventures.  The ward is full of com9ic books, but I’ve read so many that I can’t stand the sight of them anymore. 

            Well darling I guess that’s about all the news I have to write.  There is a fellow in the ward who came in two days ago and he came up from Pecos about a month after we did.  I go in and talk to him once in a while.  He had it worse than I did and he really looked awful when he came in.

            I have gradually gotten over my first stage of excitement over spoiling the wedding plans.  As a matter of fact I think it might be a little better to wait.  Of course I will be on the night shift part of your stay here but that won’t make much difference.

            I can imagine how you feel about Grace.  She must be an awful scatterbrain to have in the office.  Chances are, she won’t last long.

            Darling please forgive me but I couldn’t help laughing over your fall.  I can just see that poor little calf sailing out of the barn.  Your knees always seem to take a beating don’t they dear.  I hope it gets better right away.

            I don’t think I need any of the cough syrup dear.  I will probably be all right when I get out of the hospital.  You don’t have to worry about any of the nurses being good looking.  All the ones I’ve seen have been old and gruesome.  I don’t like white socks anyway so they couldn’t interest me very much.

            I guess all our experience of getting stuck must have come in handy didn’t it dear.

            Well now for Beulah’s letter.  It really didn’t amount to much.  She wants to know the name of the church, how many I will have for dinner, and where it will be.  Evidently from the way she talked, she thinks I’m going to just take you to the church, then a hamburger and house.  As a matter of fact, the only thing she mentioned that I hadn’t planned, was flowers for inside the church.  I had flowers for the dinner, a bouquet for our wedding, pictures etc.  She doesn’t want me to write until I get out of the hospital because I might send her some germs but I’m going to write before I cool off too much.  I know she is just trying to be helpful so I can’t say too much.  I’m going to tell her in no uncertain terms just what I think though.  Just as in every marriage, I don’t suppose the groom has too much to say as to who shall come etc. but in a case like this where I have to make all the arrangements I’m going to have some say-so.  Whatever you do dear, don’t mention a word to Beulah, for my sake dear.  I’ll give my opinion in my letter.

            I haven’t written mother about me being in the hospital yet, because I left her new address with Frank and he hasn’t sent it to me yet.  I don’t know if he has sent word or not.

            Well darling Ill sign off now.  I hope my letters aren’t bringing any germs with them. Maybe you should burn them dear.  Your letters are sure a great help to me, especially now dear.  I sure do love you sweetheart.  Boy I can’t wait to hold you again.

 

                                                                                                All my love dearest

                                                                                                            Glenn

 

P.S.  I’m sending a clipping about the main P.X. burning down.  I haven’t seen it because I was in the hospital.  Also a weather clipping and a little puzzle for you to figure out.  I’ll send the answer in tomorrows letter.