This letter is misdated as November, but I caught it by the December postmark.

A transcript follows the letter images.

Transcript:

I Love You,

Nov 3, 1942.

Hello Sweetheart,

How are you today? I hope you aren’t as cold as I am hot. This is a very warm day. Rather windy also. I get enough subjects into one paragraph don’t I?

If I don’t get a letter today it will make 3 days. Maybe I’ll get a bunch tonight. I hope so.

I wish they would hurry up and do something with us. It is getting rather tiresome here. Can’t go any place or do anything. All I do is play “volley ball” and dodge  formations. I almost got caught today—Hell with ’em, I am getting tired of B.S. all the time. Especially with some of these dumb-clucks down here.

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I don’t have any news to tell you, nothing ever happens here. I’m still sore and plenty sore at these —— for not giving me a furlough. I sure was planning on seeing you. but—Guess I’ll stop talking about it now—No use crying over spilled milk. I’m going to say

Good Afternoon

Sweetheart

I Love You

x Walt x

I’m still going to code school at night.

I Love You

x Walt x