October 3, 1944
Dearest Darling Sweetheart:
It is the same old story as I have been writing for the last few days, no planes, no mail, and Darling, that means no mail has been going out either. You will be without mail for about two weeks, even if planes should come in tomorrow. But in spite of all this, I love you more than ever and have thought of you on several occasions today. It is good to have some of your old letters for I can reread them and that helps some, although I would like to know what you have been doing lately. I’m sure you must be very busy with your schoolwork. Sweetheart, please be careful and don’t overwork yourself, after all, the most important thing is your health and we don’t want that impaired in anyway for that is important if we are to have the family we both look forward to so eagerly.
This morning, Raymond and I took Timete and another one of the natives around to another coconut grove so he could look it over and see about harvesting the copra in that area. It is so far from the native village that Timete is considering moving some of the natives out there and keeping them there for a whole week and then bringing them back for the weekend.
It is really hot here, for some reason or other there isn’t a breeze off the ocean tonight and I’m soaking with perspiration. It is quite late now so I’m afraid it is going to be a little hard to sleep, even though I am very tired. It tried to rain a little this afternoon but it didn’t succeed. However, it did sprinkle a little.
There were a couple of men around to see me today about some problems they have. I wish there were some more efficient ways to do things for men who should get home on an emergency furlough. But I must comply with Army regulations and they are slow when it comes to being in an isolated spot like this.
This afternoon I did some more studying. I also took advantage of the hot afternoon to write some letters. I wrote to the following people today. Pat Beachell (an old high school friend, he is now an airplane mechanic at Chico, California), Mil and Daunt, (call them if you get a chance and let me know the latest news), Dave, (Phyllis Van Valey’s boyfriend who is in Italy with the infantry). Scheus, Mae and Connie, Hollys, (it was a year ago tonight that I met them). I also voted and will send my ballot in tomorrow. As I told you before, I voted in Rock Island County, for that was the place of my last registration.
After supper this evening we played another ball game. I pitched again and had a little better luck at that this time. After the game was over, Captain Wilkinson and I took a ride along the shore road in my jeep. The sunset was really beautiful. I know you would’ve enjoyed it, Dear. Captain Wilkinson and I have a lot of fun together, he makes me think of the Chief. They have a little baby girl who will be six months old on the 7th of October. He hasn’t seen her for he left the States about two months before she was born. He was a surgeon back in new York City. He is a Catholic but we have a lot of fun together. We are continually teasing one another about mail. I’ll tell you all about it some day, Dear. It is very late and I am tired, so in that I have to get up extra early in the morning I think I will retire for the night. God bless you Darling in all things. You are so very sweet, I love you with all my heart and soul, Dear.
Always just yours in Christ’s Love,
P.S. By the way, I told Mil in their letter today I would send a shell necklace for her and Phyllis in the next box I sent to you.