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Dec 25 1943

Dear Hedda,

Here is first chance to write you, I've been moving again and all the time busy with transportation and the last few days quite exciting, flying a lot and changing places every day. I'm now in India, moving west. Today is Christmas and I spent it with navy boys in this very formal place, wasn't bad but I feel a stranger althou [although] they all are very nice and try to make me feel fine. I've been all the time thinking [[crossed out]] at [[\crossed out]] you and I'm sure you've never been as badly in need of me as I'm in need of you and desiring you all the time all the minutes and when here I got finally the chance to get drunk it was a sad show and everybody heard my story and nobody cared much about that little chekoslovak bar in first avenue near Andre's house where we got almost drunk a couple of time and being much in love hurried home to be very happy with your arms and your