February 6th, 1942

My Dear Jack,

No letters have arrived from you yet. My heart tells me you must be writing but this mail system lets me down. I so long to hear from you. You must be in preparation for the journey.. My deepest wish is that you will have something from me before you leave. Have any of my letters arrived? I've decided to put a tiny silk neck scarf in this envelope. It is so delicate, I doubt it will add weight. Please let me know if it makes it's way to you?

I shall go to sleep tonight again wearing your shirt, the plaid flannel one you wrapped around my shoulders the night you walked me home from the dance. I love it. It smells like you, Jack. Clean, like soap. If Mama knew I was wearing it, she'd make me wash it. I never want to wash it.. it's all I have of you.

I went to see a movie with Patsy. There was a newsreel with war information, telling everyone to buy savings bonds and Uncle Sam needs YOU. I cried. He already has you. It reminded us to support the troops and send happy letters. I will try. I promise I will. I'm so proud of you for volunteering.. You are brave and wonderful and strong and mmmmmm... so special.

A new National Geographic came today. After everyone reads it, Mama said I can send it to you. "It's the least we can do for our boys", she said. We all laughed. And there are no naked ladies from Africa in this one. What will you do???? I think if one came with bare breasts, Mama might change her mind and not let me send it. Dearest Jack, I remember your hands, on my breasts.. And the shivers they brought. I am waiting for you.

The mailman will be here soon so if I'm to send this today, I must say goodbye. My love, my heart follows you wherever you go. Remember that.

Love,

Your Vivienne