March 10, 1941

 Dear Sweetheart,

 I received your letter this morning. Boy I was glad to get it. You did fine on the typewriter too. I am sure glad that you are going to stay there this summer. But listen Honey don't work to (too) hard; please.

Honey, I am sending you a picture of the gun that I work on. I am in the picture with some of the other boys. I will mark an "X" over the one that's me. You can't see our faces so good and we are in special cloths (clothes), used for gun drill and other dirty work. Honey, we get our pictures taken every time we go on parade but this one where we are working is the first one I have seen yet. Some of them are sent to magazines and other paper all over United States. The picture on the other side in a parade. That is the way we have to dress only we carry riffles, when we march through San Pedro.

Sweetheart this is the hotest place I every saw. I think we would all die if it wasn't for the wind from the ocean that blows all the time. The cement around our gun gets so hot it burns our feet. 

Honey I have wrote to no one only you, Mother, Grandma and Bert, and I won't ever write to none of the girls or boys around there. Honey, I love you too much for that. 

Listen Dear I can't write so much this time because of the picture and I want to write to Mother too, and I haven't got very much time. I want you to always remember that I love you and no one else. Dear, I never could look at another girl but you Sweet. 

Your Loving,

Husband

P.S. 

Write soon Dear;  I will write more the next time Honey. I love you Dear.

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