"Sweetheart:
Am glad you found a way to go to the Military Ball. It will be a long time before I forget last year's- my first date with Ethel. Was I thrilled? I should have been- all the wild tales she told me- poor thing. But don't forget to save the Prom for me- when is it? I've forgotten.
Jean, dear, you must got to feeling better or I'll have to bring you to Dubuque where I can take care of you. You rave about my eating- or rather not eating- but my tummy isn't acting up all the time.
Speaking of eating- I came back from Cedar Rapids with exactly $1.85. And I swore I'd never touch my savings. Tomorrow is pay day and I'm going to celebrate- yes sir, two malted milks at once.
Busy again today. Getting to be a habit. But I like it.
Please, sweetheart, see a doctor, or something- or you'll be sick again when I come. Even if you aren't, I want you to be well all the time- please, dear. Please.
I love you so, Jeannie, and I worry so about you- one of the joys of love I guess- worry. But do be careful and stay well. Promise?
Forever 'n ever
Bob
P.S. Don't eat any blue sherbet at the Beta stew.