Tuesday, March 17, 2020

May 9, 1944

May 9, 1944

Hello Sugar Puss,
I have just finished eating some chocolate ice cream and it is the second I have had since leaving the States. So far I've had no fresh milk but have been promised all that I can drink when I say so. Oddly enough, I've never aid anything. Some of our boys made the ice cream and it was certainly good - don't know just what we would do without our cooks, bless their souls.

Had tea and spent the evening with a the manager of a bank who lives near Manchester. He was a jolly sort of fellow and to top the evening off with the elegance that he strived to show, they brought out some rhubarb wine that was a present to he and his wife on their wedding date and was six years old from that time so goodness know how old it really was. It was the smoothest ever. He said it was the first time in three years that he had even tasted it and that they saved it for only the most special of occasions. This guy that loves you must be making some kind of an impression and I don't think it is an adverse one.

All of the old gang is fine and I have showed them the pictures you've sent and they pull theirs out and we do a bit of reminiscing. I'll tell you how I feel even if you know so well already that I love you very much.

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