7/18/44 Italy
Hi Snooks:
Whatcha doing! Can I help? How about letting me make the salad tonight? God, how I’d love to.
Well, it looks like I’m really buried now. But don’t worry. We’ve been snowed under before and come out on top. It looks like the flying period of my life is over. Damn it, I don’t want it to be, but I supposed I should do I, t gracefully.
Honey, I don’t know, but the future looks like it has possibilities. But it will develop slowly as I have a hell of a lot of catching up to do.
I should gladly give a month’s salary just to be with you for one hour. You have so many things I’ve never seen—longer hair, rings, etc. It will be almost like that last week in June 40 when I finally get there. All my love, Cy.