Thursday 1 Nov 1951
And what are you doing this lovely day? I am sitting in my new office with time on my hands and realizing that I've been lax in my letters to you, decided it would be a timely thing to write.
Our Commanding Officer really bawled me out yesterday. We call it by a different name in the Army but it isn't fit for a young ladies ears . The Sgt. in charge of the department I'm connected with reported me for getting a man's given name wrong on a confinement order. The mistake was definitely mine but he could have approached me and I would have rectified the error without the major's displeasure. In truth, naught was accomplished, the major was displeased, I was disgusted and the situation still existed. I suppose the Sgt made a few pointers with the major but before I left work last night, the major called me in and told me not to take what he had said too seriously. I didn't...I make mistakes, lots of them, that just proves I'm human, but truthfully, I can't concentrate on my work.. Reason, I'm always and forever thinking of you and believe me, darling, I don't intend to forget you.
This is a little abrupt but that "time on my hands" has terminated. So until next time be good and have fun.
Love and Kisses Bob
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