WWII boat docks in India.

 Dad takes photos, writes letters, misses the States, home cooking and the woman he met in the bus station.  Mom writes letters to her brother and the soldier she met in the bus station, makes candy and sends it oversea, sometimes to become lost.  Indians gather on the dock with goods to selling to the arriving soldiers.  The tenderness of love lettersthe struggle to survive, and the violence of war; such a rugged terrain.

India

Sunday, 6 August, 1944

My dearest Grace,

I am at this time answering your letter that was written on the 14^th of July (my brother’s birthday) and I must say if sure was good to hear from you again.  I haven’t heard from you for a few days.  I was beginning to worry.

I’ll never forget the evening I met you.  It made my stay and trip to Ft. Worth profitable cause I met you.  I sure would like to be back there again and see you.

I was sorry to hear your brother did not get the service he wanted, but I know that whatever service you are in or no matter what branch it is, a person gets to be very proud of his outfit.

Although today was Sunday, it did not mean it was a day of rest.  We had to work.  I don’t mind working cause there is nothing else to do.  I missed church today and I know I shouldn’t have.  I would have gone if I didn’t have to work.

Last night I went to a show, and I saw two pretty old pictures.  The names of the pictures were “Yank Ahoy” and “McGuerins of Brooklyn”

They were two very comical pictures.  I really enjoyed them.

I figure you should be in Fr. Worth until the last of August so about the 20^th of August I shall again address your mail to Matador.

As you know this is the Monsoon season in India, so again, today, it’s been raining.

For dinner today we had Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, string beans, tomatoes, canned cherries, and iced teas.  It sure was a good dinner.

I still have not had the chance to go to town so I do not know what it is like.  I heard it not so very hot.

Darling, I never received that candy you made.  I figure it might have got lost because I’ve had so many changes of address.  So when you are making some more candy or cookies for W.R. pleas send me some.  I sure do miss your home made candy and cookies.

Well, darling, I guess I’ll close with all my love to my one and only.  Here’s some kisses.  I can’t put an x’s.  The censor won’t pass it.  But you know they are enclosed.

Love,

Ray