My Darling,

I was going to write you last night but the lights got so bad and candle light isn’t too good for letter writing. I certainly have been missing you and it seems like I am aways looking at my watch and counting back seven hours and trying to figure out what you would be doing. At the present time it is about 3:00 PM in Sorento and I imagine you are probably washing your hair or taking a nap. Am I right? Haven’t received any mail for several days but this morning around sort of puts those things on the snafu list.^[1]SNAFU = Situation Normal, All Fouled UpI hope you are OK and don’t forget to go back to the doctors. It is getting about time.

Andy and I worked awhile on our living abode today and it is really getting fairly comfortable. Put in the heating system, built a walk leading to the front door and rigged up a sky light. Wish you could se it because we are really quite proud of it. Maybe I can send you a picture one of these days, which reminds me if you and Ruthie take any pictures a few snapshots would be greatly appreciated. Do I make myself clear?

Remember about the gadgets and conveniences that they have in men’s John’s that you had never heard of and that I had to explain to you? Anyway my education has really been broadened on these things. Both in Italy and here they don’t make any bones about such things. In Caserta Andy and I were walking along and on the main corner of town they really had a fancy job. It was like a semi-private telephone booth in the states. Shoulder high, enclosed on three sides and right in the middle of the street. In France they are alittle better, that is they are enclosed on all sides but they begin at about your knees. I hope you are able to understand all my sketches, etc. Don’s see how any of us over here can keep any of our modesty. We haven’t been able to figure out where the women’s John’s are.

Did you receive the allotment and also the travel pay for your going home? Let me know if you don’t.

The lights are getting mighty dim and I think it is about time to investigate my beer rations.

I hope you still miss me alittle Honey, I don’t want you to worry, but think of me once in awhile.

Goodnight Darling – I love you very much –

Forever,

Tom