April 21, 1944
Your short letter of April 11 reached here this morning. I wish you could have seen who delivered it! Evidently something was wrong with our regular mail man, for the mail was delivered by a kid not more than 12 years old. He looked funny with the big hat with “U.S. Mail” inscribed and the large bag slung across his shoulder. He knew what he was doing and went about it in a precise, quick motion and got the work done as well as the regular postman.
My period finally showed up and I felt exceptionally lousy all day long. Adele, I am glad to say, was an especially good girl and stayed in the pen most of the day. She heralds the arrival of the mail by a loud “da-da” (meaning letter) and seems to realize how important it is to me. We had a thunderstorm this evening and Adele became frightened. When it subsided somewhat, I took her to the window and showed her the rain. She calls it “ra” and when she forgets she calls it “sis.” Sure is a lot of “sis”!
I started to work on Stuart’s sweater and am using a similar stitch to the one I used to make Mom’s sweater. I have about three inches of the back completed. Ethel says the baby gets cuter every day. I think I'm going to visit her next week with Adele and stay for an hour or so in the afternoon. I'm anxious to see the baby. Ethel doesn't feel good. She got right up and went to work and I think it's really been too much for her. She was nursing for a time and now the doctor is drying up her milk. She complains of terrible pains in her breasts and they accompany “drying up.” I'll never forget how painful it was for me.
Goldie's brother enlisted in the Navy (he'll be 18 on May 2), and goes for his physical this coming Wednesday. I guess Seymour is next.
I'm wondering if any packages have reached you. There are quite a few on the way and some of them should have reached you by this time. I'm waiting word of what to do with Red’s things. How is Red these days? You haven't mentioned him much in your letters. Does he have many girlfriends? How is he feeling these days?
I'm having difficulty filling up space again, sweet, and since I'm not in a writing mood and anxious to get to bed, I know you'll excuse the brevity of this. Still keeping our 5 o'clock date, honey, and always will. I love you more each day and wish very much that I could demonstrate. Here’s a kiss from Adele and one from
21 April 1944
I'm resorting to V-mail today for two reasons: (1) No Air-Mail envelopes, (2) No letter from you in three days.
Finally managed to get a V-mail off to Ethel and Al this afternoon.
After a typically routine day, I caught a ride down to the Aero Club, where I had a snack while I “batted the breeze” with a few of the fellows of the company. Afterwards, I accompanied Sgt. Murphy to the theatre. They must have repaired the projector and sound equipment, ’cause the film was good, and the sound was perfect. After a few entertaining “short subjects,” “Hitler's Children,” an exceptionally short picture, but one which makes up for its brevity by the power of the dramatic plot. The picture is well-written and well-directed—there isn't a superfluous scene or sentence, and packs an emotional wallop. I enjoyed it.
Back in the hut, I'm listening to the radio (yes, we have one) the while I write this. We suffer no lack of American music or American entertainment. The American Forces Network sees to that. They make it possible for us to hear all the “big” radio shows. The only trouble is, I'm the only guy in the hut that likes symphony—the others can't stomach it, and promptly switch it when it comes on. Someday, God willing, I'll be able to listen or not—as I please!
Goodnight for now, my Sweet, and don't forget to kiss the punkin for me. Love to all from