4/29/43 Tunisia
Hi Toots:
The heading looks gruesome, but isn’t. I’m listening to the Fitch Bandwagon, parked in bed, happy, & well fed. Blue Baron is swinging out.
[To hear Blue Barron click here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qxlt07tQhnQ&list=PLzpiZDa90brUSiYFXKH6l0oTtjtbdfYaG&index=22]
If I were home, I’d take you to a dance tonight, followed by a beautiful job of messing up your hair when it was over. Then in the morning I’d get up & serve you waffles, coffee & omelet in bed—just to see that “little girl” look of gratitude you always show whenever I get a chance to do something for you.
An answer to your questions of about six letters:
- Job—Ok only if near the folks or Gerrities (near means 10 miles)
- Time for Baby—good
- Hospital Insurance—damn good
- Permanent—Oh Baby—better get pictures quick or I’ll get madder.
- Dates—ok have place—don’t get touched ___ all my ____.
Now how about going back & answering some of my questions?
P.S. Send me a fountain pen if you can. Incidentally, investigate one of those funeral expense plans. It may save us a terrific heartache later—much later I hope.
Honey, I shall probably not be home before two years, as I shall probably go completely staff in 6 months or so. Plan on that and I may be able to surprise you.
I love you, little baby. Please write & send pictures whenever you can. Even if you should think I’m not getting them, write anyhow.
Your spoiled boy, Cy