LuLu, hope she is well again, and that the weather is far better now.

I would love to have a snap or two of you dear, please send me one at least.

Keep right on writing me till I walk in the door, it will be some time still and I'm hungry to hear from you all the time.

Last night I read over your six or seven letters written just before little Marie came, and they surely are the sweetest letters I have ever read.

 

Your letters now are just as wonderful and sound to me as if you really still loved your husband.

Do you think it will last. I pity you if it don't for I'll keep on loving you just the same.

Well somehow I think it will last and can hear you say that you will try real hard to make it so.

Isn't it wonderful Dear how much we do love each other, and yet how little I deserve such love.

Its the one consuming thought in my mind all the time.

I've kissed your pictures so much that some of them look "Shell Shocked".

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A blue ball point pen was used to scratch out several paragraphs here. Marie Louise Cousart, (his daughter), "Sissy" told me she did it to hide an embarrassing story about Capt. Felix Campazano's, (his brother-in-law), antics in England involving a bit too much alcohol and his side arm.

Though that story does not seem to fit in the flow of the letter, I guess we will never know. E.C.
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I will close this epistle...