6 October 1942

A transcript follows the letter images.


I Love You,

Oct. 6, 1942.


Hello Ruth,

My Honey?—Sure and I know you are. I Love You.

I’m sorry about that short letter I wrote yesterday—I think I can do better tonight.

I am Cpl. of the guard tonight and tomorrow—A tough racket—Ha.

Yesterday we took 8 half tracks out for 180 mi. Are they ever a rough riding animal—To date I’ve driven “Jeeps”, “6X6s”, “Scout cars, reconnasaince cars, motorcycles and Halftracks.

Last evening Honey I won $62.00 or $63.00 in a “Crap” game—It was about 12:00 after we came back from town. The guy is going to pay me $50.00 payday—With that and 2 mos. pay I should be able to send you some.


Don’t think I gamble as a rule—it was the first time I ever tried a little higher stakes.—I never touch the dice, I bet on the side.

Don’t forget my ring—”It is the one”—”it is the only one”—I sure do miss it—Especially as it is from my Honey.

I have to take my men out in a few minutes so I don’t think I’ll be able to finish this tonight—If not I’ll be able to tomorrow.

Our Master Sgt. told me today I was going to get a little better job driving the 3rd echelon maintenance truck—I hope so—I will get to go on more trips—won’t have much to do except drive.—Fine business unh?

Say Honey—I’m early—I know,—but, what would you like for Xmas—Just because I’m in the Army—don’t hesitate—for I will get you


something regardless—if possible and I think it will be.

So speak up Honey—I want to know.

My time is short—Honey—So

I Love You

Goodnight Sweetheart

I Love You

x Walt x

x xxxx xxx

I Love You

Oct. 6, 1942.

Here ah is again—3/4 hr. later. I just posted my relief and brought to old one back.—Seems funny Ruth—I used to read of such things as this in books—I never tho’t then that I would be posting a guard—Ha. You know—If our lives were set


down in a book—It would make a nice romantic story wouldn’t it? It will have a happy ending too.

It seems as if you usually find such things in books—Not us tho—We actually are living our romance—It is very much alive. Yes indeed.

I am writing on a stationary box, it is resting against a 45 revolver, fully loaded and ready to shoot—sounds realistic doesn’t it.—Ha.

I guess you’ld better ask me some questions Honey—My old brain isn’t clicking—So—

I’m thinking of you

Goodnight Sweetheart

I Love You

x Walt x

x xxxx xxx


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