I have a day off today so I thought I might as well waste my time by writing you a letter. I got your card last week and nearly fainted at the sight of it. At first I thought you had completely forgotten about me and then I was afraid that you might have gotten into a fight with someone who maybe got the best of you. That’s hardly possible though isn’t it Louis. I hear Joe Louis might be drafted too—maybe you two could get together sometime. I’d be willing to come down and pick up the pieces. Ahem.

Here it is over two weeks since I left home and you and I haven’t even dropped you a card I’ve meant to, dozens of times, but something always came up and I just couldn’t seem to stay put long enough to take up pen and paper and write. I wrote you a postcard while we were at Camp Grant but never mailed it, and started a letter here at Camp Polk, but never finished it—darling, please forgive me.