Frankfurt, Germany

Adolph Jerome Bennett stationery — typed

Dear Sweetheart,

Hiya honey, and how are you?

I am pretty jovial to-night. Why? I received a letter from you. At last the mailman condescended to give me one of your letters. I am in hopes the rest will arrive right away. The one I received was your 22 Jan. letter.

Your letter states that Lt. Marrs will come back to-morrow (the 23rd) and then you will know whether you shall be discharged or transferred. I guess by now that situation is settled. I sure am anxious to know what the situation is now.

Its been a pretty bad day as regards the weather, drizzling on and off, but the weather here is really mild and I am thankful for that.

I rather think Monty is in the states if not home now. Course when I speak to my Mother to-morrow I shall know what the score is as regards him, as well as just what is what with you.

I hope you are feeling all right Jeandear, for your welfare and well being is my main responsibility now and forever more. I love you so much honey.

Edna St. Vincent Millay has a nice poem called LOVE IS NOT ALL

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;

Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
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Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It xxx well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Honey, please take good care of yourself, for you and your love is what I am living for - and oh this lack of love reemphasizes that which I knew before - I LOVE YOU DEAR I LOVE YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH.

Your devoted husband,
Dolph