July 5, 1943

Mary & I were married two years ago today. It rained most of the day and I spent it playing bridge. Little else to do, thought about Mary very much & wished too much, in here prayed for her happiness, and a very brief period before we can see each other again. May nights while laying down in bed thinking, I have wondered many times if perhaps Mary doesn’t know where I am or even if I am alive. I know I would forgive her if she should find someone else, because under the circumstances, she couldn’t be blamed, especially if she has no idea where I am or if I am yet alive. Well, time will tell. I love her more than life.

Detail of 500 men leaving on 9th Destination unknown. Am sending 29 men out of my barracks.