14 June, 1944 Wednesday

My beloved sweetheart, 

Hello darling, I hope this finds you as lovely and as sweet as you've always been to me. 

It's been terribly hard lately, that is, thinking of you and wondering when this is going to end. This separation, how long can it go on?

I'm eating my heart out for you every day. I have doubts about whether I can keep from going stark raving mad at the thought of you. Darling, you mean everything to me, and I have the feeling that this is only the beginning. 

I can't write what I feel, that is an impossibility, but I can say that if I didn't have you to hold on to, to give me something to believe in, to trust and to love, my life would become simply a machine, a tool in which to accomplish something that would have no meaning, no feeling, no emotion. 

Can't you see what I'm trying to tell you? You mean as much to me as life itself, without reservation, without hesitation, and you can believe that! I hold you above anything darling, and if something ever happened to either of us, believe me it would take a lot of something to go on as I was before, without you. 

How can this be, to cherish someone beyond the conception of life and those who live it? I don't ever hope for you to love me as I love you. 

I know the torture you're going through, the patient waiting and hoping you must be doing, and darling, if you feel like I do about you, the time can't come soon enough to be in each others arms again, oh what a wonderful world this will be then!!

I haven't been doing much that you'd call exciting lately. I've been on detached service in Cambridge, the town of the famous university, for the last few days. It was a morbid dirty, and I won't bore you with the details, but you can guess what they were, nothing else could suggest the word "morbid."

Everything else is about the same, nothing changed. In other words, time has been dragging for me lately, nothing seems interesting after dreaming and thinking of you all night. I'm sweating it out now, and I'd sooner sweat out combat than to be doing practically nothing as I'm doing now. 

I'm writing this in my room, and the lights are bothering my roommates to a point where they can't sleep. Let's give 'em a break and continue our little talk another day very soon. Is all I've got for this time. Good night, my darling - if only you were here now. 

"Terry, for you I'm waiting.
Terry, a vow I'm making. 
For you, forever more, I'm yours"

Sentimental, ain't I? Good nite sweet, 

Jim