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To: Capt. Harry M. Wilson From: Mrs. Harry M. Wilson
Hq. S.O.S.; A.P.P*886 Stuarts Draft, Va.
c/o Postmaster U.S.A.
New York City, N.Y. April, 4, 1943.
My dearest Hal,
I wonder how many Sunday nights since you left I have written to you. Nearly all of them I suspect. Sunday night always seemed so especially our time that I feel closer to you then than at any other time during the week. Sundays are the hardest days of all to get through because there is so little I can do to pass away the time.
Sam and I go to church and Sunday School and then of course I have to read him the “funnies.” The day stretches out and seems very, very long. I guess it is because I am always reminded of the Sunday night we have spent together for so many years. I can only be comforted by the thought that when this awful war is over we shall spend the rest of our life together.
Darling, I can’t begin to tell you how very much Sam and I both like the rug. Sam loves to play on it and since I have the cleaner and can clean it so easily I see no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy it. I certainly am glad you have gotten another one. I am crazy about them and would like all I can get. We miss you very much, honey.
All my love,
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