July 9, 1944
Somewhere Overseas in India
My dearest Grace,
This letter I will start now but as I am not at my final destination I will not be able to mail it just yet.
All your letters were just wonderful. I enjoyed every one. I expecially like the one dated Juen 5th. Do you remember saying that you do not know whether it was love or not? I feel the same way, I do not know whether it is love or not. As time goes on we will know whether it is love or not. I ope it is. Do you? I do not know what it feels like to be in love cause I have never been unless it is now with you, and that I am not sure.
Now to get to the question on pictures. I will send you one as soon as I am able. The pictures you sent me were simply wonderful. One of 'em made me think you're blue, but the 2nd one was really you, happy and gay, I do hope you always are like that, never to have any worries or such.
I like the way you described spring in west Texas. I think it sure would be a nice place to settle down only there is one drawback. I do not think I would be able to make a living there. I am a city slicker and production work in a factory seems to be in my veins.
You see darling (I hope you don't mind y calling you that) in civilian life I worked for a radio concern in Chicago and I had a pretty decent ob taking care to see that Radio equipment was turned out. My job was assistant foreman. My salary was pretty good and I intended going back to Chicago. I am sure that I could earn a living in Chicago.
You probably will want to stay in Texas and I think that you would not care to leave. I might be wrong but I do not think so. Or do you think you would like city life?
Well I guess that is enough about us for awhile.
This is not such a hot place here. Everything here seems so different from the states. One minute the sun shines and the next minute it rains cats and dogs. I think I could tell you that at night we have to sleep underneath mosquito nets.
This morning I went to church (catholic). Mass was held in a theatre. After church I continued this letter to you.
Well this is another day and I am still continuing this letter. Last night I went to some of those barter or just plain stores, as I did not have enough money I did not buy anything. Only some Insignias for my clothes.
The other day I met a little boy who was twelve years old and he had a wife who was five years old. It seems funny people getting married so young. He did not like married life.
I suppose you are wondering how come I have no money. Well it is because we have not been paid since we left the states. That was quite some time ago.
The air raid siren just sounded. I do not know what's up, no planes in sight.
There is a shortage of fountain pens here, the other day I was offered $90 for my fountain pen. It is a court martial offense to sell and profit like that.
Well, dearest, today is just another day, it is raining again and the day seems to be very dismal. We got part pay today.
Today we are to get our rations of "cigs" and beer. I do not use neither so I'll be able to save some money. I am sorry that this letter is in such a poor state of affairs but yu see I have no where to keep my letters but in the bag that they issued me.
I'll send you a picture as soon as possible, do send me one of yours, the largest one you have. (Not over 8 x 10.5)
I am writing you longer and more often that I do to my folks at home so it goes to show you that I care for you pretty darn much. I would like to write you more often but I can't until I reach my regular base. No more news for now so so long till later.
Today, darling, I wrote you a letter I sent off all ready. I hope you got it all right. We haven't done anything all day.
Well honey a lot of the fellows today are being sent our as replacement to different outfits.
Hello my honey, another day has passed and I am still here. It hasn't rained here very much in the last two days. I just got finished with dinner and so I sat down and visited awhile. I noticed kids from about 4 to 12 years of age eat the stuff we could not eat ourselves and we were throwing it out.
Today I am writing you this letter on an Indian Troop train. They nowhere come near to compare with our trains in the states. Our beds on the train are wooden boards, or slats I should say. One nights sleeping on that train only made you that much more tired. It is 0930 now. The train just stopped and we are having breakfast. It was a pretty decent one today. We are somewhere in the mountains in India. It sure is nice but feels like it is going to be awful hot. See you later, darling. I'll close now.
Here in India conditions are very poor. All they do all day long is beg. Every station we stop at a line of beggars is already at work trying to get some candy, food or money.
Darling I am getting used to sleeping on boards. After this war I should be a tough as nails and be able to eat anything or sleep on anything. This life I am leading now will make me appreciate the states a lot more instead of just taking it for granted.
I arrived in a camp safe and sound. I guess that I could tell you its and American camp. I do not know how long I will be here. I hope it will not be long cause I long to hear from your. It sure has been hot here the past few days. I'll close cause I have no more to write till the next day. I received 3 letters from you yesterday dated June 19th-July 7 & 10th.
Well darling I will not delay this letter any more. I might be at this cmap for some while and it would make this letter too long to hold up on it some more. I am still not at my final destination.
my darling,
good night
love
Ray
P.S. I love you, Honey.
(I think)