My Dearest –

It was like old times tonight as I got to see Mort Blaisdell and Paul Benoit we really had alot to talk over as they had had quite an eventful crossing. Mort said to tell you hello. I can’t tell you much more but it was good to see some of the old gang. Hope Paul’s luck runs as good here as it did in the states.

This letter I am writing by flashlight as our candle supply is exhausted and they turned the power off some time ago.

It was really quite a shock to everyone today to hear that the President had died. I hope Truman turns out to be a better man than I think he is.

We received our weekly rations today, and guess what we got – a bottle of coke – the first I have seen since leaving the states. Andy and I couldn’t see any sense in saving it so we went on one big drunk and drank the whole thing a little while ago. Now we are ready for another week of war.

Honey, I haven’t got any ideas on letter writing tonight. Wish I could talk to you but that is sort of out of the question. I don’t think I ever did tell you what a good bed warmer you were, the only trouble was that you wouldn’t warm a place down far enough for my feet. However Darling I can’t complain about that as you made up for it in many more ways. (I am not being vulgar.)

Our mail is still snafu but most of us have hopes yet. At least Andy and I do.

Goodnight Hon – I love you very much –

Forever,

Tom