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282 June 1 - Friday - 8:30 P.M. Dearly Beloved: Last night Wendy was awake til after ten, but tonight she is sound asleep, rump up in the air, and all her covers kicked off - of course Mr. Teddy is hiding around someplace. This has been another one of those days with no mail for anyone. Ever hopeful - I'm going to walk down to the Post Office in a little while. Last night, I found the shoe Wendy lost on our afternoon jaunt, tacked to the bulletin board! Didn't sleep at all well, even after a stiff drink - got up at one, and took two aspirin [pg 2] which finally knocked me out. I guess its alright to tell you now that it was Howard Coomber's wife I was referring to the other night. I think he was the only I’d met who was killed. Walter was talking to him when the shells hit. Don't think the War Dept. has satisfied her yet, but her brother-in-law was able to check with the Red Cross. Now, I can only think of that one ship, tho I know the majority get thru alright - something like that hitting so close to home knocks everything out of perspective. Sweety, please be very sure to have someone write me when you go out on another operation. I know I'll go out of my mind with worry, if I don't get any [pg 3] mail for a week or two. If I was out there, I know I could take things lots better, than I do here. Tried to put Wendy's name on her little chair, but without success-guess maybe I'll leave it plain with just the pink and cushion for trim. Gosh sweety, I'm awfully anxious to hear if you've received the latest batch of pictures. How long is mail taking these days? Expect to mail you another box early next week. Am missing and loving you so much darling, I wish there was something I could do to bring you home soon- A gentle hug and kiss to match - I love you- Bobby
