December 28, 1943

Dearest,
I haven’t been in a letter writing mood for the last couple of days, I’m afraid. The col. came back to straighten things out some more + proceeded to put his foot in more things than ever. The hospital is really running now- on about 3 cylinders + the mixture is wrong- with probably 100 or so patients. Yesterday they admitted 58. Most of them only wanted to get their dentures mended or a physio-therapy treatment or some little thing, as out patients, but the col. said they were all to be admitted, looked over, told there was nothing wrong with them + sent back to duty if possible. The dumb jackass (who is sitting right beside me preening his ridiculous mustache) wants to show up the inefficiency of all the other hospitals in N. I. at anybody’s cost. So he has us all running around doing complete histories + physicals on people with broken glasses + misfitting false teeth. Once they are admitted they have to stay in at least two days. That is saving manpower. Ya-a-a! I got your V-mail of Nov. 30 today + Toots’ of Dec 7, which was most encouraging. The mail here has certainly been skeerewy. It seems to take a week to ten days for a letter to get here from England (+ all mail comes that way), +there was no mail Xmas or Sunday or Boxing Day. All I get is an occasional V-letter from you, all V.V.O. This over seas business never really got me down until the last week or so, but I’m recovering now- getting somewhat immunized to the unpleasantness. But I can love you from any distance or under any circumstances, which saves me from becoming too desperate because sooner or later I’ll be back.

Love B