Cincinnati, Ohio
July 24, 1941
Dear Stan;
For goodness sake- you could have knocked me over with a feather- and to think I was ready to feel bad when I saw how small it was- that, of course was before I read the contents. Now, you could hardly hold me down. Just two more days and you will be home.
In case you wonder at the smallness of my letter- I will tell you- I am saving all my news so I can tell it to you in person. Smart idea.
And so until "Hello" Sunday its "Goodnight".
Sincerely,
Mary Rose
P.S. I hope your night-out was good for you. Don't come home sleepy.
Wed. July 23, 1941
12:45 P.M.
Dear Mary Rose:
I just drew a lucky number and if all goes well I'll be home Sunday morning for 10 days. Think of that, ten days. July 27 to August 6th.
We're going to be out all night to-nite and I knew I wouldn't have the opportunity to write this evening sitting in a dark pup tent.
This is a very hurried line as you can see. I'll be calling you-
As Ever
Stan
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