February 13th, 1944

Dear Joan,

When the C.Q. came in this morning and told me that it was time to get up I did not think that I could make it. I have never been so tired in all my life. As soon as I finish this letter I am going to hit the hay and tomorrow I will feel like a new man.

I sure hope that you didn't feel as tired as I do, if you did you should have dropped what you were doing at this time and should have gone to bed. Confusing, isn't it?

The trucks are coming over Wednesday for the dance. I would like very much to see you then if it is possible. I will meet you at the Queen's between 7:30 and 8 o'clock.

One of the fellows just mentioned that tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I hadn't even though it for I have had no cause to think about such things for over three years. I am not the kind of fellow who can spread his feelings out on papar nor am I going to try, but I hope that these few lines that I have written here will make it clear how I feel about you , Blue Eyes. Goodnight Till Wednesday.

Love,
Arthur