February 8th, 1944

Dear Joan,

I finally wrote home tonight but it was not much of a letter. I just could not seem to find or think up some interesting subjects to write about. The reason that it is hard to write home is that I have very few ties back there. No girlfriend, only one close boy friend who is now in the navy, two sisters one being twice my age the other 2/3 by age and my father and step mother. The family as a whole is very poor in letter writing, this little fellow being the worst of the lot all but for dad; he never writes.

This evening I did my first sewing job into the E.T.O. After several attempts to thread the needle, I did it. The next step was done with great ease, placing the button on the spot from whence it was torn from. From there I proceeded in the presidential manner. At this point I had trouble, the thread tied itself all up in knots before i knew what had happened. The following step gave me the greatest pleasure. I tore the damn button off and started over again. While I was in the mood I sewed up that glove that i ripped about 4 weeks ago.

Went to a show on the port tonight "[illegible] wife." Although I had seen it before I enjoyed it the second time for it was a good picture. Well Joan, good night, sleep tight, and sweet dreams.

Love,
Arthur

I still can see you in your pretty new dress beautiful blue eyes

History

February 8: The RAF drops the heaviest bomb of the war thus far, six tons, on the Gnome-et-Rhone aircraft engine manufacturing facility in Limoges, France.