"The blonde doesn't look too tough on paper" - May 5, 1942

Miss Jean Johnson
Sheboygan, Wisconsin

Louis A. Winsauer, Pvt.
Co A. 45th Med. Bn.
Camp Polk, La.
U.S. Army

Monday Eve.

Hello again Darling —

'Had a rugged week on K.P. last week but am hoping it will be my last week but am hoping it will be my last (I'm rapping on wood). An order came out Saturday that from now on Technicians don't have to pull it — and I guess you know that's going to be a little bit of allright one time).

Thanks a million hon' for the pictures and all your swell letters. I brought my album back to Camp with me and have been putting in all my snapshots — didn't know I had so many 'till I started pasting them in. 'Put the pictures you sent together on one page to remind me of one swell furlough when we look 'em over a couple dozen years from now. I'll send your colored pictures back with this letter as your mother wants them, you said. (What a sentence) — The colors really are 'purty,' but the pictures don't do you justice. The lights must have been wrong, 'cause he got some bad shadows ——— photographer Winsauer now talking — yeah — !! The pictures we took out at Kohler were really swell —I like that one of you alone — pretty smooth! The blonde doesn't look too tough on paper, but I guess you knew she wasn't bad with no slip and the sun behind her — or was she?

Last Friday we moved back into the barracks and the new men who are in the 7th armored division took over the tents. After being in the tents for two months the darn barracks seem stuffy and it's hard to get to sleep at night, especially now that its getting so damn hot again down here. It still rains about every other day which makes it worse — its so hot and damp one always feels sticky, and its impossible to keep your clothes pressed.

Tonight I went down to see Sammy, but he had gone to the show, so I just left a note saying I'd be down again later this week. Six months now since I've seen him and its about time we get together.

'Glad to hear you're going to play some tennis and golf this summer 'cause I'm crazy about both games and look at all the fun we'll be able to have playing them together after we're married. I swear I'll learn to play bridge — but I'm afraid it'll have to be after I get out of the army 'cause there is none played down here — 'cause if it was poker or black-jack — (Nope, I swore off gambling — almost). Darling you're 100% right in saying I should save some money though, so next month I think I'll make out an allotment and have 'em send home $25 or $30 each pay day from then on. If this bill that's before the House now, passes and we get our raise I'll be able to send home more than that. 'Cause even $35 or $40 a month isn't much, but it'll help. Then too I may get a better rating and that'll mean more dough (?) (I mean money — boy, this army!)

Dear I miss you more now than I think I'd miss my right arm. We can't wait 'till I'm through school to get married — it's going to be as soon as I get out of the army, and if that was tomorrow it would be too far off. I want you tonight, — darling if you'd only be down here now — I love you so very much . 'Going to bed now and see if I can't conjure up a sweet dream of just you and I and perhaps a desert island — Oh, and also two little punks — Isadore (how's that?) and Emma (beautiful).

'Nite darling

Louis