Tuesday 21 March, 1944

My Darling, 

Hello Terry, another chance to write, and another so called chat with the sweetest girl in the world. I swear the time skips by and although I've been thinking about you and wanting so much to write to you, there just hasn't been an opening. But of course, I don't have to explain, you understand how it is. 

They've been pushing us hard lately, that is, as far as tie is concerned. I find that sleep becomes a precious thing (get it while you can). Five hours sleep isn't a lot, but after the lull, everything gets caught up, including sleep and letters. That's what I'm doing now. 

Well, darling, my luck is still holding out. I've come back every time naturally, and that's the important thing. If I can do that, enough said. 

I suppose the weather is like a dream, at least will be as you read this/ Oh for some spring fever! Weather as usual here, usually lousy. 

Terry, the latest letter you sent (you won't remember the date), it was wonderful! You spoke of our future, and made it sound so encouraging, so secure. Honey, we'll have it. You hang on there, and I'll do my best here, and the time will be soon. 

As you've probably noticed, I've run out of stationary. It was nice while it lasted, but - Here's a favor you can do for me. Good writing paper can't be had here, will you please send some? The kind I'd like would be the kind you use, you know what I mean now. 

Terry, I'd like to say something that might help at a time of most concern. 

You know we're in this for keeps, it's the big league, and they don't fool around over there. What I'm trying to say is that things do happen that we don't want to happen if we can help it. But if they do, I want you to know this. 

If I'm reported missing, take it as a thought, not as a fact. Remember that if there is any way, I'll find it. Outside of all that, I'm doing what I want to be doing, nothing else would do, and I'm happy in my capacity. I'm proud of the chance, and willing to accept the results, no matter what they be. So, darling, if the situation ever does arise, where everyone I left behind feels the "prop wash," you'll know that it's part of the game we're playing, and that I was prepared and more than willing to take my place, be it as it may. And that the hardest part of the whole thing would be you. Closing now, 

All my deepest love, 

Jim