May 19, 1945

May 19, 1945

      My Darling,

      This field has the best system of confusion I have seen yet.  In spite of all the confusion though, there is one thing that I do know for sure.  I know how wonderful you are and how awfully lucky I am to know you.  I know how glad I am that I'm in love with you and how lost I'd be without you.  Those are the only things that are important to know so I reckon everything will be O.K.

      It's cold here and it's dark and windy.  I don't think there's a tree on the field and it's very desolate.  All it would be needing to make it alive would be you.  Without you it's just a place to pass time.  Gee whiz, I love you.

     We are to start processing in the morning so I'll be able to find out what cooks.  I'll write you Sunday and let you know.  

      I stayed up most of the night on the train trying to figure out how I can get to see you.  There's a train that leaves Chicago at 12:35 and gets to Ottumwa Iowa around 5:00 in the afternoon.  I could catch a train from here at 10:30 and get to Ottumwa at 5:30.  We could spend Sat. evening and half of Sunday together.  If you could get off around 11:45 from the bank on a Saturday and if we could get on these trains without reservations we could swing it.  Sort of scout around and check with the C. B. and O. or Burlington and find out what gives.  I'd give anything if we could do it - even a promise.  Just to see you and hear you is all I want.  I hope we can do it.  Being with you is the most important thing in the world to me - now and always.  

      I hope you got home all right and I'll say a prayer that things turn out all swell for you.

     If you get any possible chance to get out and have a good time or even a chance to relax you go ahead and do it.  You've got to let go once in awhile.

      There's so much of you in my heart that I can still see your eyes shine and hear you laughing.  I don't think I'll ever lose you.  I'll never walk alone - you'll be there.

      I can't write anymore. I can't make my thoughts into words.  Maybe there just aren't that kind of words.

      Good Night Sweetheart

      All my love - always

       Ray