My own beloved sweetheart,
Another chance to write to my darling, that is, if you'll excuse my miserable attempt at penning. An army cot is not a very comfortable rest for letter writing, but it's a lousy night and I don't feel like walking up to the club through this cold, clammy weather where it would be a little more comfortable.
I haven't heard from you as of yet, darling, but I do expect some sort of mail from you shortly, anxiously waiting to hear from my Terry.
Not to be dealing in melancholy or things pertaining to it - I won't say that I'm feeling low or depressed at our being apart, but that I long for you and am thinking about us constantly, especially now during the lull. It's not that I'm not busy, but what I'm doing now takes all of my being, except that which pertains to you, Terry, at those times where there is nothing to do but fish to swear. In other words, darling, you mean one helluva lot to me, and I have everything to urge me on, everything! And I'm looking forward to the stark of my experiences because the sooner the game will be over, the sooner I'll be back with you again.
Anything can happen darling, and if there is no word from me for a long time, or if there is a report that may sounds a wee bit on the pessimistic side, don't take it too much for granted, darling, take it as it may sound, always the benefit of the doubt to us. And remember that I'll always love you, deeply and without reserve. I admire you for so many things that I don't think there is anything you could say, or think, or do, that could shake my love for you. Only one thing excepted, your love for me - If I lost it - if you stopped loving me -
My time, that is my free time, is evidently spent in monotony, judging from my mode. I'm sorry if I gave this impression sweetheart, it's not wholly true you know. Although there isn't a great deal to be done during my free time, I manage to get some sort of pre-occupation to take up the slack. Of all things, to keep from thinking about you and everything you stand for. I'll have to, I want to admit that the thought of that sweet, darling, girl wanting for me back home just isn't safe. It isn't safe if I want to remain as sane as I've always been. In order to keep from getting any crazier than I am, I have to keep busy. If you feel the way I do, you'll understand what I mean. But there are times, so many times, that I can't keep busy enough, for I do have to sleep, and with those few minutes before, when one first lies in his bed thinking, just thinking, that's where you come in!
I must fall asleep with a smile, couldn't be otherwise, because it always comes out the same, you and I, together and happy beyond control. Here's a prayer that the day will be soon where all our dreams will be under the same room. Good night, darling, need I say more?
Love,
Jim
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