Thursday 30

1945

Dearest Dottie,

I must write to you my sweet and let you know that I still think of you. I wish that I could see you but that can’t be for some time yet. But my dear when that time does get here we will make up for all lost time.

Honey I won’t ever forget the first night I saw you. I thought you were an angel really I did. I bet you are still as sweet as that to. My love, after this war I might take you for a long ride sure enough.

But my sweet I won’t promise anything until I get back there. I think you will understand why.

Pattie how is the snow in N.Y.? Boy we have plenty of it hear where I am at. I told you once before but it won’t hurt to tell it again, I don’t like snow.

Say sweet I wish you were here to speak this French for me Ha.Ha. I sure have a hell of a time trying to speak it for my self.

But I find the people hear o.k. they try to help us boys much as they can in every way.

Honey I don’t know much to write about and I guess you are tired of reading this anyway.

I guess I had better close and get a little sleep. I will say be sweet for me and remember I will be thinking of you always.

Yours very truly

Love and KISSES

PFC Rhandy Osteer