England
Tuesday Night
May 30, 1944
My Dearest Sweet Darling Bette:
(Good-I like it)
Sweetheart this isn’t going to be much of a letter. Surprise, I said I wasn’t going to write tonight but the situation changed. So I will keep up my good record.
I am writing this by flashlight so it probably won’t look like much as it is turning out to be a quite difficult job.
Surprise, it’s raining, and I happen to be wet from my feet up to my waist. It isn’t bad, though, after you get used to it. It’s the easy way to take a bath I guess.
The packages are starting to roll in. So I should be getting one before long. Will that ever be a happy day.
If I remember correct, today is Memorial Day. It hasn’t seemed like it here, but I suppose you had the day off today. That was one holiday I always enjoyed. I wish that I could have been there to spend it with you darling.
Gosh, but I am lonesome tonight. I don’t know what I would do or give to see you or be with you tonight. I guess anything in the world. Even swim the ocean for you. Do you know something honey – I love you.
Darling, this probably won’t make sense, but I have thought of you so much that I had to write whether it makes sense or not.
Dear I must stop and hit the bedroll. I do miss you darling very, very much, and I love you more than anyone else in the world. Take care of yourself & write soon. I Love You Darling.
All My Love & Kisses,
Goodnight
Larry
I Love You Sweetheart.
