Camp Edwards Mass. Apr 16 11 AM 1941

CAMP EDWARDS MASS.
APR 16
11 AM
1941

Miss Florence Cauchon
21 Haskell St
North Cambridge
Mass

Pvt. Chas C Dupuis
Btry E 102 F.A.
Camp Edwards
Mass

 April 15, 1941

Miss Florence Cauchon

North Cambridge

My darling;

     My appreciation dear for replying so soon and giving me an affirmative answer for my saturday date. I am eagerly looking forward to a lovely evening with you. I know it will be otherwise my week and will be sadly spent. But darling I hope you care as much as I do for you. It seems as if the day is a month away, but already tuesday has passed then only three days more. As for meeting you? I hope you can meet me around 7:45, say in front of the Hotel Touraine or in the lobby. whichever you prefer. If you'd rather some other place let me know by return mail before saturday.

     I spent a very sad easter. In fact it wasn't Easter at all for me. I stayed at camp, and we didn't even have ham and eggs for any meal. Furthermore I couldn't even go to church. It's the first time in my life I've missed the mass on that day. I was in the kitchen working practically all day, peeling potatoes in the forenoon washing floors, tables and what nots. Oh what a life. I had no company all day. The folks at home couldn't come down because they had to sing at church in the forenoon and at a pops concert in the evening. The only thing that brought me spirit was a box which I received in the morning directly after breakfast from

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the folks home. They sent me painted eggs 9 out of 15 were smashed. they also sent candies and nuts. That was the only good cheer of the entire day. In the evening after work I scanned your letters to see if I could locate something I may have overlooked in spite of my re-reading them many times. Then I retired with you my darling in my dreams.

     I didn't know Arthur had been drafted. I must contact Adolphe to find out of his whereabouts. He must detest that even more than I did at first. Poor kid. I know he must feel dreadful.

     By they way darling, I hastily opened your letter expecting a little or large photo of you, but my search was not fruitful. Did you forget me? Please send me one dear. I will look forward to it in the next one.

     Tomorrow night we are going out for a ride and as far as I know we will be sleeping out in the open. That is we have to put up small tents and sleep under them. I am hoping it doesn't get too cold. It should be quite an experience sleeping on the ground. (No springs) Well sweetheart I guess I'll say aurevoir for tonight longing for our meeting this coming saturday at 7.45, unless I hear from you to the contrary.

Lovingly,

Charles

Réponse

sil vous plait

 

Transciber's note:

"Réponse sil vous plait" translates from French into "Respond please".