March 22, 1943
Dearest Mary,
Hi again little girl, I guess I shouldn’t call you little but I think it’s cute though. And speaking of “cute” are you ever, Mary I can’t get over it, you look like a little doll, and that’s no lie. When you said your brother was coming home that afternoon, and you said you wish I was there, gee Mary that makes the feeling mutual. Mary I can’t wait to get home so we can take up where we left off. I know we will have fun together.
Mary I hope you don’t think I’m forward by making this statement but I’m really carrying a torch for you and I hope it’s burning at the – Compton end.
Mary don’t think this is silly but I’m constantly looking at your picture, which I can’t help.
Mary I’ll have to cut this short cause the corporal is turning out the light.
Give your folks and your brother my best regards, and do read those books you have, write and tell me they’re about. And do write, but quick little girl, cause your letters really inspire me. I got a letter from my Mom today, and she sends you her love.
Love,
Bob
P.S. Write soon