Just got back from seeing a swell movie at the base theater. It was "The Fallen Sparrow” with John Garfield and Maureen O'Hara. I love a picture like that. It has action, suspense, drama, and generally, all the attributes that make for an exciting evening at the theatuh (now, what made me say that ???)!
Otherwise, very little worth repeating happened today. I put in a full day helping put the new Orderly Room in order. Tomorrow we'll start to work—
To make this letter (?) entirely worthless and dull, I might mention that we've been enjoying lovely fall weather this past week. ( I can just hear you snorting, - do you snort, Chippie? - "so what!!”)
Oh hell, it's no use—Forgive me, Sweet—
I've been trying for some minutes to dream up a new way of telling you the old, old story, but somehow the best way at the moment, it seems to me is to reassert what is the simple, unadorned, and indisputable truth—I love you, baby—Love to the punkin and all from
P.S. You're quite wrong, Chippie. If I were drunk, I’d tell you.