"Back in the old G.d. routine" - February 17, 1943

Sgt. L. Winsauer, 36212741
Div. Hq. Co., APO 253
Indiantown Gap, Pa.

Miss Jean Johnson
Fondulac, Wisconsin

February 17, 1943

(On Hotel Cleveland stationery) 

Dearest Mom,

Hi my darling, here I am back in the old G.d. routine again, thinking of you every minute of every hour of every day, and missing you terribly already. These last three days — and nights — with the swellest gal in the world have been the most wonderful I’ve every known — just a little bit of heaven on earth. Just think darling, we only had three days, look what its going to be like when we’re together for keeps. 

How was the trip home? Everything O.K. I hope. After you left I had two more quick bottles of Bud. at the little bar in the station and then went back to 3049 and began packing. It was about 5:00 by the time I finished so I thought I’d lie down for a few minutes before going to the train. Well, thinking about us, I fell asleep and didn’t wake up till 6:30 — so I had to wait for the 8:00 o’clock train.

Tired as I was I didn’t sleep much on the trip back ‘cause the darn car was too hot and they didn’t turn out the lights. ‘Arrived in Harrisburg this morning at about 5:30, ‘had a quick breakfast there and caught the 6:00 o’clock bus out to Camp. ‘Was about an hour late getting to the Dispensary, but the Captain just asked if I had had fun — baby he doesn’t know the half of it!

I’ve had a lot to do today — cleaning up on things that have accumulated while I was away. But I didn’t get a hell of a lot done, for my mind was forever wandering to you and Cleveland and the damn work became pretty unimportant.

Darling I feel as if you’re my wife now just as if we’d already stood before the altar and said our “I do”s. After all we’re going to do that little thing the first chance we get. No matter where I go or what I do from now on in I won’t mind too much. ‘cause nothing or no one can take away the memory of these last three days. That is I won’t mind, if after it’s all over we’re together again.

Sweetheart you’re the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me — I don’t see how I deserve to be so lucky. Tonight though darling, after three nights of heaven. I’m just a little bit tired. ‘Guess I better say goodnight for now and crawl into my G.I. bunk and dream you’re here with me. It’s going to be hell not to be able to fall asleep in your arms or reach over and touch you when I awake. But darling it won’t be too long before we’re together again, will it? It just can’t be! I love you more than every before. Take care of yourself Shorty. 

Be seeing you in my dreams

your husband,

George (?)

I meant to ask you for some of those pictures you had, but it slipped my mind. Will you send the ones of you?