April 8, 1945, Sunday Night, Somewhere in France

Tom and his buddies went into the nearby town, imbibing French wine and beer.
Sun night 8 April. 45.
“Somewhere in France.”

April 8, 1945, Somewhere in France, Sunday Night, Page 1
April 8, 1945, Somewhere in France, Sunday Night, Page 1

Dearest Zoe, –

Honey, I hope this letter makes some sense, however the four of us just returned from the little town and this French wine and beer aren’t too good on a persons thinking ability. Certainly wish you could have been along, if you had I think I could have fully enjoyed the evening. In fact if you wouldn’t have objected I’d probably ev en have made love to you. Honey, I would have done that without even a drink, however, as it was I had to be content with a couple of drinks and the thought of you. Gee Hon, it will certainly be wonderful to be with you again, I don’t know if you think about it as much as I do, but even if you don’t, I do enough for the both of us.

I received and signed and returned the papers to Fred Martin. Had Maj. Gardner our executive officer certify to it so you might check to see that he receives it OK.

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April 8, 1945, Somewhere in France, Sunday Night, Page 2

Hope Jr. is behaving OK and he should be getting use to sun baths by now. I wonder what Mrs. Clyde would say about sun baths, it probably makes the baby red These modern mothers – it is really a wonder we have a future generation coming up. They will probably turn out to be the best yet.

Darling, the lights are going out in 5 min. so had better close. I wish it were possible for me to tell you how very much I love you, but believe me Hon I love you more than anything in the world. Goodnight –

Forever yours,

Tom

April 8, 1945, Somewhere in France, Sunday Night
April 8, 1945, Somewhere in France, Sunday Night

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