My dearest wife-

I have just come back to the barracks after hearing your sweet and wonderful and enlighteneing voice on the telephone. I feel like 3 million dollars right now, boy it’s wonderful. I think I’ll call you up 3 times a day for the duration. How about it?

There are 8 guys and myself with apparently nothing to do but just hang around the barracks and gab. One guy got a box of Fanny Farmer’s candy and we are finishing it for him. You know darling, when I was home I sacrificed and slaved to not eat any candy - do you remember - of course you do - but not in the Army. I have already eaten 2 Milky Ways, 1 chicken dinner, 1 rum frappe bar and assorted peanuts, mints, gum, chocolates. My complexion is - I don’t care - so what.

We had a pretty good meal this noon. We had sliced beef, potatoes & gravy, canned corn, vegetable salad, celery, pickles, green onions, cake and asparagus soup and coffee. Not bad, eh.

I want to inform you about my marks as you asked me in one of today’s letters. I got 88 on my Aviation Test and also 117 on the I.Q. This is not such a hot mark, I suppose. I took my physical exam for the Air Corps this AM and passed very easily. However this was the first time that the eye-test was different. I didn’t get 20/20 this time. I got 20/15. I can’t understand it, can you?

I just stopped for a minute while I wrote a letter to Uncle Jack.

Hello again. Say listen could you send me a little something. I could use a little portfolio (folder) which contains a pad of writing paper and blotter. A lot of the fellows have them and they are very convenient. See if you can get one and send it to me. Thanks a million, honey, baby-doll.

Gee, right now another bunch of fellows are packing, prepatory to shipping off, but here I sit…

I think I’ll take a shave tonite. I am still using shaving cream and my poor face is all cut up. Oh well.

Well honey, I must close now. After I mail this I am going to read your lovely letters over again. I love you, adore you, keep well and happy my darling.

Your loving hubby, Teddy

P.S. N.S.Y. (no smokes yet)