By the time you receive this, I suppose I shall already have been “home” and gone again. It takes longer, usually, for mail to reach New York from Trinidad, then it takes the “Brazil” to get there.
What a case of “channel fever”, I have this trip. It seems as though each voyage is worse than the preceding one. Every click of the compass, as it follows the ship’s yawl back and forth to the rocking rhythm of a quarter sea, seems to say: 7 more days, 6 more days, 5 more days.
As I pace back and forth, back and forth, becoming so impatient to be in your arms that the delay seems almost unsurpassable.
So I pace back and forth and examine, once more, the unbroken line 360″ line between sky and water, and make another firm resolution with myself to stop wasting my life away at sea. ( to be cont’d after I go up on the bridge for 4 more hours of pacing )
Darling, a group of Argentine Exchange Students came up on the bridge today to take pictures of the mates getting a noon position. It’s a wonder we even got a position, every time we’d turn around we would nearly stumble over two or three getting candid shots. Anyway, one of them took one of me when I was getting my sight so I’ll send it along for laughs. I’m not really as fat as I look in the picture. ( must be poor exposure or something! )
My precious, it’s simply no use! I can’t write anymore. I’m too close to home and I keep drifting off into dreams of you. Oh Betty! My sweet darling Betty, I love you so much!
214 more breakfasts alone! Then we shall each find contentment, peace, and happiness together in this fear torn world, in a fast disappearing haven called family life.
Your are my heart! Beat strongly for me, I love you with my life!