Oh wow, is it tomorrow morning already?!
Sorry I’m late. Mornings are bad, and also it’s not like I could miss the farm report, right? (High five to imaginary Myrna Loy; imaginary Myrna Loy glares at me.)
SO HERE’S THIS THING FROM GENE, NOT EXCITED OR ANYTHING.
August 14, 1942
What a remarkable woman you are! The sweater is unbelievably good! I’ve looked over the stitching, and while I don’t know anything about knitting, I could certainly tell if and where it was botched up – there are no bad spots at all that I can see! I tell you, that MacDonald’s got everything! And, as a present it is perfect. Thick and warm, and I am wearing it now. It will be about the closest companion I’ll have this winter! And if I can’t have you close to keep me warm then I’m glad to have the next best thing – something you’ve made with your own hands! Your other present is practical and appropriate – the Unicap vitamin pills. I haven’t been taking them because we’ve been feeding fairly well, and I thought I’d save them for later if the going gets tougher. But I have been getting a little run down and I think I need them. Now that I have a pretty fair stock, I’ve started again. Took two yesterday and two today.
Yesterday I set the alarm for six that I might get up earlier to start the day off right by opening my birthday presents. I had slept poorly all night until about 5 A.M. it seemed so when six arrived I was glued to bed. Finally dragged myself over the side at 7:30! I just had time to shave and open your present – and wear it to mess at eight! It certainly feels good these chill mornings, and I’ll bless you every time I put it on. Well, I worked hard all day, and knocked off about 5 P.M. and came back to quarters to open the rest of my packages. They were all what I need and I’m wearing the sox “Maw” sent me – my feet are warm for a change! I’ll write her tomorrow and thank her and Mrs. Van Dyke. The helmet will come in handy this winter.
I had two cables from you – one from St. Louis, which appeared to be sent on the 31st and one from W.L.A. which seemed dated the 10th. I’ve decided it takes about 3 to 5 days for your cables to reach me – when I receive them. Also had a cable from Kathy and Jack and one from Lottie. I thought it was swell of them to think of me and I appreciate it immensely – as you can imagine. Thank them for me, will you please, until I can find the time to write them myself?
After I opened my packages I went to quarters of a captain and about four of us had a few drinks and went to dinner. After mess went back to H.Q. and worked until about 11:30, came back to quarters, fell into troubled slumbers. Whirling Willie is back again! The sheets in this man’s army are very narrow so that they do not fasten so securely under the mattress. You can imagine how my bed looks in the A.M.! It’s gotten so I have to get up during the night and make my bed over again!
Oh yes, I stopped and drank a toast to you at 11 P.M. and 10 P.M. – can’t figure whether there’s a 3 or 4 hrs. difference between New York and California and I don’t know if you have returned to Calif. (your wire was sent from there, but you may have written Emily to send from there on account of better service.) When I get back to quarters and drank another one to you at midnight – just in case I missed you the other times. Don’t get worried about all these toasts – I drank them with water. So I kept my date with you three times. I wished each time we were having a Singapore Sling together again!
I miss hell out of you, Sweetheart – even more on days like yesterday! You’re the only one for me, and I’m thankful at least on the knowledge that each minute that passes brings me that much closer to the time when we’ll be together again – happy day!
Keep writing, Bunk. I need your letters and thank you for the sweater! It was sheer devotion, truly, since you’re “not the knitting type.” But it just proves again that there isn’t anything you can’t do! I love you!
I HAVE TO GO AND FUNCTION IN SOCIETY, KNOWING THAT I WILL PROBS NEVER GET A LETTER LIKE THIS?! That is just too much to ask of me. I can’t. Can’t. asuhhsuidhvfiahd..kuvabd.yvs killing me again, MacRaymonds.