Mrs. Ward H Oliver

R.D. No 1

Vestal, New York

Nov, 16, 1943

My Dearest Ward,

            I was sorry to hear that they wouldn’t discharge you for your ears, but on the whole I think you gave me good news. The fact that you won’t ever be sent across is something to really be thankful about, isn’t it. Let’s hope that the doctor knows what he’s talking about.

            However, I certainly do hope you’ll be able to get home in the near future. Talking, thinking, and writing about it has made me more anxious than ever, if that could be possible. Every night when I come home I look for news of you actually getting home. It’ll be a happy day when I do get it.

            This morning the car wouldn’t start at all, and I ran all the way down the hill and caught a ride with another bunch going to Endicott. Didn’t have time for breakfast in the cafeteria like I usually do and believe me, I was hungry by rest period time. So tonight I had Floyd look at the car, and he discovered a breaker cable where it hooks onto the battery, so now there’s something else to be fixed. I seem to have the damndest things happen to that car. First the gas tank springs a leak and now this.

            Had to burn some wood tonight as the coal fire was out and the coal is nearly gone too. I can’t get more until I have the use of the car again.

            I miss you too, honey, and believe me; my love is growing so much I don’t know what we’ll do with it all. I must get to bed now so night, night.

                                    Love and kisses to you darling

                                                Ruthie