Jan. 24, 1944
9:00 pm Monday T.C. – U.T.C. (Port)
My Darling Wife,
How is my Pheety, does she still love me. – I miss you so much now and wonder what it will be like about six months later. – I went to mail call this evening & still no mail, I’m about frantic- I’m losing my morale. I guess you don’t love me anymore to write- Don’t tell me Joe Baker is keeping you too busy. Only kidding Darling- By the way, how is Joe or haven’t you seen him yet. –Has he tried to make you yet.—if he does I HOPE my Pheety remembers me first. –I know she will because she loves me, I just know she does.
I was on guard today around an ammunition dump for 2 hours and was off 4 hrs. –It was pretty hot though, just like summer, you wouldn’t believe it’s January.
Went to the Post Theatre for 15 cents last night, saw “Alibaba & The Forty Thieves” in Technicolor. I want you to see it. –It sure is good. Jon Hall is the leading man but I forget the leading lady.
Went over to the Canteen tonight and got a cup of ice cream with a fella. –We walked around the Post and when we went by the big neon signs that said “Public Telephones” my heart about sank.
If only I had the money to call you, and if only you had a phone. Write and tell me when you’ll be at your Grandmother’s and I’ll call you. – Make it in the afternoon sometime cause at night fella’s stand in line 2 and 3 hrs and then the call may have a 4 hour delay on the wires getting through.
This certainly is a nice camp; it is very large and modern. All company streets are cement and the sidewalks are made of sea shells. –The food is really wonderful, I know now where that meat is going. –We’ve been eating chicken, ham, pork chops, steak, cheese and everything is lean and thick. Couldn’t be better. Some fella’s write home & tell how terrible everything is, I don’t see why they do it. They just aren’t the right type of fellas to be around. –If there’s anything tough about the army it’s the no good guys like that who gets the rest of us into trouble. If one man in our barracks violates a restriction then the whole barracks go on K.P. Our bunch is pretty good fellas and so far no trouble. I’m so proud of your picture Darling, I look at it everyday and say, “How’s my Pheety, do you still love me.” –Or do you think I’m silly. –To know I’m so far away from you I feel this way all the time. –First I’ll write about what we’re doing and next how much I love you. It’s on my mind all the time about you so how can I help but keep saying it.—I know you want to hear it if you still love me and I know you do Darling.
There is so much noise here in the evenings it’s hard to write a letter. I get so mixed up at times. – I’m going to set away by myself some night and write you a real nice letter.
--Some fella downstairs has a clarinet. He thinks he can play it but he can’t and he’s about drives us all crazy around here. No wonder my letters are so mixed up from one thing to another.
We do so many things every day, it would take a book to write them all but I do list the high spots.
I’m getting ready for bed now and all I can think of now except how much I’ll always love you Darling!
Please try to write me everyday.
Your Faithful Loving Husband,
X XXXX XXX! Vincent
P.S. Tell the folks I said Hello & let me know how the horse is.