Somehow I can’t Imagine Pinkie wearing bars.

17 Nov
3811299 Sgt. D. R. BYRNE 
Co. B 327th GLIDER INF.
A.P.O 472 %  Postmaster
New York City
 
E. V. Frisk
4737 Towle Ave,
Hammond, Indiana                                                    Nov. 17, ’43                   [Note on back in Vic’s hand: “Dec. 7th“]        Free
 
No  [none]

PASSED BY 01551 ARMY EXAMINER  [signed] Edward J. Gibson, 1st. Lt. Inf.

[Date Stamp: ] Nov 19 1943

Reproduced from microfilm: V-MAIL 

Sweetie-Pants:-

Just in from a rough one & a bum deal at mail-call – I don’t know the words, but there’s a Hill-Billy tune that goes “No Letter Today!! [musical notes drawn]” & it’s mighty fitt’n & proper today.  If this keeps up it’s gonna create one of those International Situations you always hear about.

Yesterday I started to tell you about our boy Pinkie being in Ireland – He can’t tell us just where, nor can we tell him where we’re located (via mails) so we’re gonna see if we can’t get him to come down to London one week-end on one of his many leaves & at which time we could easily run down & see him.  Capt. Trenner knows him, & would no doubt be glad to see him, too.  Somehow I can’t Imagine Pinkie wearing bars.

It’s been cold as hell all day, every thing frozen over light, & I’ve spent the whole blessed day thinking of warmer things, such as you, buttons, 4734, the Southmoor, tile baths, showers, etc.  Only one so foolish as me could think such things in such a dismal setting – One thought I’m always thinking, & it’s not at all foolish – I’m lovin ya – & that’s serious.  ‘Bye for now – JR.

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