My darling sweetheart,
Just a note to say hello and to tell you how much I love you. Seems I never get tired of that. I never want to, for that matter, and it does help a little - I mean to write it - because while I write, you're as near as you ever will be as long as we're apart.
Bad news first, maybe not as bad as it could be, but damn irritating, believe me. As I ramble on, in my scribbling sort of way, I regret to say that I haven't received any mail since I last saw you. Darling, you should feel very sorry for me - I feel so blue. If you see spots on this page, you'll known that I've been weeping. On second thought, you won't have to feel quite so miserable, perhaps, no doubt, obviously and stuff like that there, I'll have received a chokeable amount, by the time you read this, that is if you can. And if you can, please don't mess this little outbreak, "I do love you, darling."
Another page to continue on with my woeful tale. Isn't it sad? I don't think anyone could be in any worse a fix than I am. I'm really taking a lot of misery and really can't see how I can continue. I don't think anyone else has the right to feel as sorry for themselves as I have. You believe that, Terry, don't you? Tell me that your heart is bleeding for me, that you feel for me, but you can't reach me. By this time, you must think I'm a terrible story teller, in fact, you might not even believe a word I've been saying about my disheartening situation. You think I'm just saying it so that I'll feel better, don't you? And so, as time goes on, what will the morrow bring? Will it be as nice as it was today, or will it be nicer in a pub than on Tuesday. Consider the source of this fanatic babble, darling, don't break my arm, I'll be a navigator.
Which reminds me, I met a chap today who, in his innocent way of living, went to West the same years that I went, Steely is the name, you might know him. He's a first looey and has quite a lot behind him. He got in a short time after Pearl Harbor and instructed awhile at a Navigator school in the States. Just think, honey, one of these years I'll be wearing a silver bar just like the one he's wearing. Maybe if I try very hard, I'll make it. Now to go on with my writing.
Things have been going rather smoothly of late. Not too much to complain about, at least not any more than usual.
The food is damn good, some of the best I've had since I've been in the Army. That goes a long way. Surprising what a tasteful meal under the belt will do toward looking up at the world.
The attitude throughout the base is one of independence. However, be that as it may, the atmosphere created is cheerful and obliging if help is deserved and courtesy is extended. In other words, life here is what one makes it, and I'm making it as comfortable and easy to take as I possibly can. I guess a person can get only what they put out. It evens out somewhere along the line.
I suppose that by this reading, you will also have read in the papers about all the hell we're giving out. With all the sweating and cursing and things that go with combat, there isn't a more magnificent sight, to compensate for it, than the one we see when the sky is full of planes, planes on their way to what is fast becoming a devastating scene. Don't know why, but I feel as though I belong, that my place in things is as it should be. I don't know, Terry, if I had to stay behind, on the ground, if wouldn't be pleasant. Perhaps it might be that each mission brings me closer to you, nearer the time when we'll be joined, as we should be. Each time I go, each time I come back, is one less toward my tour of duty, and one more gained toward our happy reunion. That won't be so very long, time goes quickly once the job has been started, and it has been started!
I never thought that I'd be looking forward to such a glorious meeting. Darling, I've told you this before, but when we were together in Peoria, when we sat in the restaurant and talked, the mere fact that you were near me, gave me a glow inside. I can't describe it, darling, but it was a tingly feeling, a contented twinge. Much like a cat must feel when it purrs and lounges around. I probably didn't show it as much as I wanted to. Maybe it was the thought of departing, I'll never know.
Time has passed since then, time that could hold regret, because of our separation, but as time passes, our love grows. Not growing too much, but hopefully, patiently waiting for the eventful day.
And so, sweetheart, another day has ended, another night has come, and with it a loving recompose of our love in my dreams. Good night, my dear, and until another day, I close with all my love.
Your adoring sweetheart,
Jim
I'm enclosing a section of "Stars and Stripes," the official newspaper for men and women in the service who are overseas. It'll give you an idea of what my life is like while I'm on the job.
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