I didn’t get a letter today – it sure is a big letdown when I don’t get a letter from you. I miss you, hon, and (not) getting a letter makes a day seem seem bad. As a matter of fact it was pretty bad. After working all day trying to get caught up, we had incoming this afternoon. Nothing too close, just enough to make us spend the afternoon in the trenches. I had just taken by boots off when it started and ran out barefooted and got terribly dirty. What a great life, where else can a person spend an afternoon in the bottom of a trench. I wish this war would end soon; it’s so pointless. Even the way they shoot at us is pointless. It seems like they just shoot to harass instead of really hitting something. I don’t believe that it would be a bad move to just get out of this country and let them have it – it isn’t worth fighting for. I wish that there was something different and nice that I could write about, hon, but there’s really nothing really to write about except how much I love you and miss you. I feel terribly depressed now because my being over here seems like such a waste and I should be home with you and being happy instead of over here with this unwanted war. I’m sorry that this is such a horrible letter, this makes two in a row. I hope that I’ll bet a good letter from you tomorrow that’ll cheer me up. Forgive me for not writing a cheery letter. I love you, Maxie, being with you again is my dream. I love you. Love Gary
