12 September 1943: Dear Harriet – “The boys send you all their love, but I’ve censored most of it.”

12 September 1943

Dear  Harriet:

I have before me four letters from you, letters that arrived within the last three days. At this time I shall attempt to clear up a confusing situation, at least it is to me, caused by the arrival dates of these letters. If you don’t get some of my letters pretty soon I shall probably spend the duration giving out with explanations! The first two letters were V-mail dated 23 and 27 August – one arrived today and the other yesterday, or was it the day before? The other two were regular letters dated 12 and 15 August. Now let’s stop a minute and see just where I am. Well anyway, the V-mail got here before the regular letters, or something like that. As I told you in a previous letter, page two of one of the V-mail letters was missing – it showed up today. It was that part about your love affair that went on the rocks. I am glad you told me about it, after all I do want to know all about you. I also hope that by this time you know that I have recieved your photographs.

I wrote a very special letter concerning this fact. And another thing, in one of your letters you said something about not hearing from me for a while – well cut off my legs and call me shorty, I’ve been sending these things out with machine gun rapidity who the heck’s getting em’. Gosh oh gee, what a business: Now I am going to quote a P. S. Paragraph from your letter dated 14 August,

“P.S. I just thought a horrible thought: You know, I’m looking forward so much to meeting you – and I hope you’re anxious to meet me. Wouldn’t it be terrible if we didn’t like each other!”

What kind of talk is that, I ask you? Why of course we are going to like each other, it just couldn’t be any other way and if you don’t stop talking that way I’ll be forced to take you over my knee, the good one. Thanks for the kiss too, but I think I beat you to it. That also is in another letter which it seems you haven’t as yet received. Just between you and me and the fence post I happen to know two people, Harriet and Roy by name, who seem to be recovering from an old case of heart sickness. As the situation stands now it looks like a case of “off with the old and on with the new.” But you are not exactly new to me any more. The boys around here know you as my girl friend. The term has been used so much now that I have accepted it as a fact. Of course I should ask you how you feel about this, but you know how bashful I am.

Listen little girl, I’m waiting for that picture. What do you say we get on the ball and get something done about it. If you are going to send it to me for my birthday you’ll have to do some plain and fact hop-scotching. I happen to know that mother gave you one of mine – that isn’t at all cricket old girl, what do I get out of it? You folks back there have all the advantage, darn it. From what I can gather you seem to have been taken into the family. Well, just make yourself at home at least I know that you are in good company. If you behave yourself I’ll even let you play my phonograph. By the way, I wish you would do me a favor sometime and play my favorite record – Sis knows the one I mean. I hope you like it as much as I do.

And so we come to the end of another fire-side chat. May all your present troubles be little ones – when I get home I’ll take care of the big ones. Take care of all those nice babies at the hospital – It’s a good thing that you don’t suffer from kleptomania (Say, did I spell that right?)

The boys send you all their love, but I’ve censored most of it. Tell Mom and Pop Venzlaff I said hello. Will write again as soon as I can.

Love,

Roy

Dreams come true.

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