Dearest,

I received your letter this evening and it made me feel so good that here I am writing you letter #2 for today.^[1]I was unable to locate letter #1 for the day.

Honey, you don’t know how happy I would be if could come out here for a visit. I think it would probably take about two days. Sam’s girl who just finished nurses training in St. Louis might come out. Sam sent her your address so she might get in touch with you. If you do come plan it so you will be here over a weekend because we will have passes then. Also if you will be here during the week I will break my neck to get out then.

I am sending you a picture of the best room in the place even if we do get more gigs than any of the others. This clipping I saw in the paper tonight. Isn’t that the stuff you were working on? I thought it was considered a sulfa drug.

They are having a big bull session in the room about the Japs shooting our fliers that were in with Doolittle. I wish they wouldn’t use such language.

It sounded like your formal was pretty nice but what about this biggest part of the evening spent at Katzies’? Remember our bet about who can put who under the table. Of course I am alittle behind because I haven’t had a thing since I left Chicago and that has been two months ago. However, I still except (sic) the challenge.

I noticed in your letter that you signed it “all my love” may I take that as it stands? Or is it still 50/50 between Joe and myself? Honey it seems like I go to bed everynight thinking of you and wake up thinking of you. In between these times if I am not thinking about you I am dreaming of you. If this doesn’t mean I am in love then I never will be. I hope you mean it as much as I do when I say –

With all my love,

Tom