Sunday evening
13 May 1945
Plymouth, Eng.
Kay darling,
I may be in the States before this letter reaches you—but anyway I want to write you and tell you that I love you and can hardly wait to get home to you—we are supposed to sail within the next three or four days and if all the submarines have surrendered we should be in New York by the 24th of May—I have orders stating that I am to report to the nearest Naval district which will be New York City for future assignments—Sometimes, an officer has to stay around in New York from a week to two weeks before the new assignments come in—then he goes on his leave—We should be able to make all our plans while I’m in New York. I imagine that I will get home during the first week of June—that is, if all goes as planned—Naturally the date is set by you darling—but I thought I would try to give you some idea as to when I will get home—
VE Day wasn’t very exciting to me because I had been expecting it for so long—it came as an anti-climax—Of course I was happy and thanked God that it was over—I spent VE Day in London and they were certainly a happy people—New York may have been gayer and drunker but I bet London was happier—Lights were turned on and everyone was singing and dancing—I went to Buckingham Palace and saw the King and Queen, took lots of pictures, and acted as a spectator—
We have been pretty busy since arriving here in Plymouth—I took a few days leave but spent most of that trying to get my men’s gear from Exeter.
My old commanding officer from Sandridge (Navy rest camp) is C.O. here and I have spent all day with him. There was a big parade in town this afternoon and so after lunch he and I went to see it. Then we came back to the base, sat around shooting the bull, then ate dinner—so now I’m in my rack writing to the near-future Mrs. Goss—I have the 0400-0800 watch in the morning so I’d better close and get some shuteye—
Good night, darling, be sweet, love me, and don’t forget who loves you the most of all—
Yours,
Stormy