April 7, 1944 Friday

Dear Bunny,

You can see that my stationary has come up in dignity, even if it has lost color. Don’t know what to do with the infinitesimal envelopes that came with it. Paper shortage, maybe.

Some evil first sergeant has put me on guard again this Saturday. Can’t I draw any day but Saturday? It isn’t bad tho. I don’t have anything planned but sleep, and I’m going after a lot of that. Guard only involves an hour of walking, and it gives me time to ponder the woes of the world a little. I suppose they will give us a beer party tomorrow, since I wouldn’t be able to stay for it.

Friday is always a day of surprises—our laundries come back. Usually you get several items that are new and unique. This week I got a beautiful pair of shorts—red, white, and blue shorts. Best yet, tho I have got some real pretty handkerchiefs before.

We are solving enough tactical problems these days to make the invasion of Europe look simple. I go around with rolls of maps covered with hieroglyphics mumbling about double envelopments, covering forces, defenses in depth, etc. Another big battle today. Lost three tanks. Spent 4 hours this morning advancing 1000 yards on a sand table. Thought I was thru and could write more tonite, but they are just passing out another big map and a reconnaissance problem to pass in tomorrow. Here goes Napoleon Russell.

I love you, Bunny, every minute.
Yours always,
Wallace
P.S. Keep care of your sprained appendage, dear.
P.S. What will Wilkie do now?
Bunches of love,
Wallace