Dear Jack,

You really don’t know how glad I was to receive your letter, especially when I opened it up and saw this man staring me in the face. Is he your sidekick or what?

After reading your letter which makes things so much simpler now, I will try and tell you what you have been waiting to hear.

I hope, Jack, that you will never think I am laughing at the things you say, because they do mean a lot to me. I am a very hard person to understand, so I have been told, and I think you know that. You have been fortunate or possibly unfortunate to go beyond the so-called barrier I present.

You don’t know how glad I am that you are the persistent soul you said you were that first Sunday night we went out.

It doesn’t sum right that when two people like each other so much that these should always be that fear of separating but as you say that is one of the horrors of war. You have often told me there is no sense in looking into the future and wondering just what is going to happen but sometimes you can’t help it. I often hope and pray that the Fifth Armored never goes across, not that don’t want you to do your part but the thought of you being over there in that terrible mess isn’t very pleasant.

It is time for me to close and start my rounds so my darling I’ll say good night until Sunday at two when I’ll give you this to read because there wouldn’t be much sense in mailing it.

Love,

Winifred

P.S. Please remember that I think a lot of you too much for our own good I think.