9 May 1944, Tuesday evening

My darling Terry, 

Just read your latest letters. What a wonderful letter it was. I hope things turn out the way we both want them to. 

I'm getting those snapshots now in your letters. The ones today of you, what do you know, I repeat, "of you,"! Putting it simply, you were terrific, not to count how ravishing you looked, remember - I said putting it simply, I wouldn't know how to put it if I were to extend myself and complicate it just a little. It was good to see you again; knowing the snaps were recent, it sort of made things seem closer, especially my darling. 

I've experienced a similar feeling when I think of the moment we first see each other again. I'll put it this way, I imagine a tingling feeling, a feeling or utter hopelessness, something I've never felt before. I guess if I said I'd be so overjoyed that I'd be afraid of breaking something - that's an idea, might be your ribs, that's not a threat, merely a warning. 

I have wonderful dreams of our meeting, day dreams included. You've been on my mind an awful lot lately. Perhaps the thought of a possible quick return. Whatever it is, it's a good feeling, great to be in love, isn't it?

And don't feel too badly if I'm not home as I predicted. A lot depends on fate you know, and a few months may stand in the way. So far everything is the same as I had said before, but who knows what tomorrow brings?

Maybe if I told you I'm praying hard too, that it might help a little. 

I've got 9 to go, time flies, doesn't it? "If' is a big word, but "if" can mean a lot, especially where were concerned, you and I. If I'm lucky, I'll completed my tour very soon. I'm not bragging, just commenting. 

I received the package you sent. Baby, what a treat that was. It didn't last very long, does that give you a clue? And of course the written paper was what I wanted. Thanks a million, Terry, I certainly appreciate it. 

I've been taking pictures lately. I don't have much time, and the sun isn't always out, but I'm doing my best to get some typical shots. Just every day men in every day tops as it were, doing the same things they'd usually be doing. I hope we'll like'em. So what if we don't - 

I'm terribly tired today, sweet, and I'm going to cut this short. I can't see to think of any more news anyway. The fact that you're my one and only, and I love you very dearly isn't news, so I can think of that. 

So, that's it darling, until the very near future, I'll bid farewell. 

Your future partner, with all my deepest love, 

Jim