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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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