Dec. 8, 1942
Just a note tonite. There really isn’t much to tell except that I’ve been changed already. This morning, I was transferred to Hq. of the 4th Regiment, so my new address is:
Hq., 4th Regt., CRTC, Fort Riley, Kansas.
I’m doing personnel work, office work. It’s not a bad job at all, and when I get to an outfit, later on, it will be of benefit, I believe. There wasn’t much to do today, but I guess business will pick up and we’ll be busy enough to keep us out of mischief. Hope if I stay here very long I can stay on this same job and get some good out of it.
Guess I forgot to tell you, but it’s pretty snowy around here these days. There was a good wet snow which fell Friday nite and Saturday morning, and which we still have with us. It hasn’t been cold, however. I’ve practically melted the past couple of days, having worn cold weather clothes only to have it stay rather warm. This place gets its share of cold weather, though. And wind, too. It just hasn’t started yet, that’s all.
[Ed. note: Jim’s writing now switches to pencil.]
Darling, I ran out of ink and there none around, so please excuse the pencil. I’m all ready for bed now. Got my pajamas, bedroom slippers and bathrobe on.
Hope I get a letter from you soon. It seems years since I’ve had one. Hope when you do write, you’ll be feeling a lot better than you did last time, too. I know that my not hearing from you for about a week is not your fault, because in the past week, I’ve sorta been a man without an address.
I do hope we can be together soon, because now that I’m over here, I have evenings off, and nothing to do except to sit around and wish for your presence. Believe me, darling, I’ve really been doing that, too. Life here in Republican Flats is no picnic, I can assure you. I’m not what you’d call miserable, because that’s just not my nature; but I do miss my wife terribly, and there’s nothing I can do to stop that. Only one thing I could do, and that is to have her with me as soon as possible. If you think you can come right after the first of the year, please let me know, and I hope to know within the next week or so approximately how long I’ll be here. If not that, at least whether I’m to stay for a while or not. It may seem rather vague to you, but so it is to me too, darling. But I want to spend every moment I can with you from now on out. I know you understand that and I hope you feel the same.
There isn’t much more I can write you tonight, except that I’m very, very much in love with you. In a hundred million years, I couldn’t possibly tell you how much I love you. Good night, my darling wife. Think of me often, and dream of me as I do of you. I love you, forever and a day.
Your own husband,
Ed. note: More shorthand