12/7/44 V-Mail, Italy
Marfy Darling:
Your pictures are driving me nuts—to put it mildly. How about some more?
So you never had any nightmares about me! That’s good. There wasn’t anything really dangerous about Africa and Italy, at least that’s what they tell us now. Almost makes me ashamed I accepted the overseas pay—yeah it sure does.
In case I’ve neglected it recently, I might mention you’re about 4 times as purty as when I first saw you.
I hope your Christmas presents get there by Christmas. If not, I’ll tell you what to expect. I bought you a little set of liqueur goblets about 2 ½ inches high which are not silver but made of a very durable and attractive alloy. There is a tray of the same metal. There there is a linen hand-embroidered table cloth and 12 dinner napkins. There is a slightly shear silk nightgown I bought for me for you wear, if you know what I mean.
But most of all, Honey, I love you and Merry Christmas. Your Cy