My Dearest Alice:
Your letter of February 17th arrived a while ago. I never appreciated a letter or more gladly read one than I did that one. I was on the banks of despair and in an awful mood when I got the letter. It seemed that I was at least a hundred years old and that life had no end of woes. ‘Tis amazing how your letters can lift me out of those moods. And, My Love, the pictures were just wonderful. I have looked at them so much already that I have almost stared holes through them. The one where you are kneeling between the twins is just too wonderful for words. I quite agree with you and Pat. They are very cute kids. But so is the one kneeling between them. It is really a picture I can’t forget. I can almost visualize the angels standing guard over the three of you. I am a lover of children, but I have never seen so inspiring a picture as that one. It is a good thing you told me who Frances was; for I would never have recognized her. She certainly has grown up. It doesn’t seem that I have been away that long. I guess I have more or less expected people to be the same age and size as when I left there, or I had not stopped to think that time and tide waits for no man.
Yes, you remember right, I’m still foolish about dogs. But how could I see the dog when you were in the same picture? I did, however, finally get around to seeing the dog. I have missed my dog in this forsaken place more than ever before. There is only one dog here and it will not as much as let me near it, much less play or go hunting. It is the first sergeant’s dog and has a first sergeant’s temper.
You said you had changed jobs, and that you had told me about it in the previous letter. Well, that was one of the letters I did not get. You see, there was once an accident. Some of the mail was lost. Then there was once a delay, and as yet, the mail has not arrived. Part, if not all of that load of mail will reach us someday. I hope. Maybe when I go to see Davy Jones, or whoever keeps our lost letter, I will get them. Ha. So, suppose you tell me all about it again, eh? I am glad thought, if you like it better and especially since you got a raise. But I hate to think of you working such long hours.
My Dear, I am sure you were kidding when you mentioned the Savoy girl. I only put that in the letter as I thought the letter rather funny. I didn’t even answer it. Besides, there is only one girl as far as I’m concerned. The only one that means anything to me is you. If I were in the heart of the Amazon Country, you were still be my only girl. The dream that someday I’ll see you again is all that makes these lonely days bearable.
Despite the fact that it doesn’t help any to worry about me, I am glad you do, in a way. And as for getting fooled in the future, that is impossible. If I have a future, you will be part of it; even if that part has to be only memories. You are as much a part of the past as life itself. You are a part of the present, though it has to be memories and hopes and dreams at present. As for the future, well, I just can’t see one if you are not to be a part of it. Yes, I believe you. If you say you did not write because of war, I believe you. I have never doubted your sincerity. In fact, I have never doubted you in anything or any way. You are the one girl that I put absolute faith and trust in. Nothing anyone could say would change that save you, yourself. And though I didn’t give you much reason to do so, I hope you have faith in me and in what I say. For that period of inconsistency that I suppose every boy goes through has passed for me. I have dedicated my earthly life to you and will do all in my power to be the man you once tried to make of me.
Do you see Roielee very often? I hear that Linda Joyce is a very cute baby. I sure would like to see her. If you see Roielee, tell her my address is still the same and tell her I’d like to hear from her. I haven’t heard from her in ages and since I don’t have her address, naturally, I can’t write her.
I was sorry to hear you had given your brother to Uncle Sam. But I hope him the best of luck and in my prayers I’ll pray he comes back to you safe and soon.
Well, I must close for now, but I’ll write again soon.
Will all my love,