Monday Night,

My dearest Hal,

I sometimes wonder why I bother to write letters to a man who won’t even answer them. I do understand that you’re busy, honey, if you can’t find time to write I’ll just have to forgive you this time.

I’ve been thinking about you tonight and hoping that the class wasn’t too bad. You may even get so you enjoy it after awhile. How long does it last? Will you have many classes at night or much week-end duty?

We have been having some very ugly weather here and we were spoiled by all those pretty days last week. Saturday it snowed all day and this morning the thermometer was down to 12 and that made me feel even worse.

I really don’t know what is wrong with me since you went to Camp Lee. I can’t seem to settle down to anything. All I do is look for letters. I’m in a constant state of turmoil because I don’t know where we’re going to be. I can plainly see that my duty is here but how can I stay when my heart is with you every minute and I’m miserable to be there too.

Mr. Tom Hodge is painting the bath room. It really needed something done to it very badly. He had to take off that tile furnish that was cracking and coming off and it made a big mess. He will paint tomorrow I guess.

Darling, if you miss me half as much as I miss you, you would sometimes write me a letter and say so-

All my love,

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