Wednesday morning January 26, 1944

Dearest sweetheart, 

Hello Terry, my darling, another message of love and longing for you. The more time that passes while I'm away from you, the more I miss you. That sounds phony, maybe, but only because you mean so much to me. As hard as it may sounds, I find myself hoping upon hope that you miss me as much, even though it would bean a burning feeling that does not at all come under the heading of comfortable. I'm hoping your heart is bleeding, your mind is tormented at night, and your whole being tortured much in the way mine is at the thought of you and I separated. Darling, if that's the case, how much better will be the joining of our hearts and our wonderful reunion at the time of my return!

Terry, I'm trying not to make this letter sound like a romantic miss. I'm trying to tell you that you mean everything to me. That if I were to lose you in any way, it would be like cutting something out of my heart. As if parting from a loved one, never to return. 

Terry, I don't mind telling you that everything I do, everything I'll be doing in the forthcoming months will be for you, for you I say, because the harder I work, the more I burn with the passion, the love for you, the better chance I'll have to come back to you. That's all that worries me, to find you as sweet and loveable as you were when we parted. To find that you still love me as I do you! It worries me only a little because I'm as sure of your love as I am of mine for you, but I wouldn't be human if I didn't think you might forget me, darling, could you say I might be jealous?

You might call it that - but not in the serious stage. I sat that because I trust you under any circumstances. Somehow, I feel that anything you told me would be true, as far as I'm concerned, your word is as good as gold. Feeling this way, I can't help but believe that our love is everlasting now, and there is nothing to make it otherwise in the future. 

Oh Terry, my sweet, I can't begin to tell you how much I love you - you'll never know - and those little dreams I have, dreams dealing in our future, our home, our family - I can't do it during the day, I have to get my mind off it. At night, I fall asleep thinking of my sweetheart, to wake up down hearted to find that she's not really here. Terry, I'm praying for the day when we'll be together. Terry, want me happy, really happy again? Good bye and cheerio, darling - 

All my love forever, 
Jim