The cigarettes arrived from W in Texas. I wrapped up one carton and headed to the Post Office. The clerk said Was this item requested? I said Yes. (it was requested on the East side of the George Washington Bridge) I showed him a wrinkled envelope and luckily he was too busy to check it. This was repeated until the last carton was delivered. No letters had arrived yet from S.
There had been stories in the papers that the convoys leaving the USA were taking long circuitous routes to Europe in order to outwit the U boats waiting for them. When a letter from S finally arrived he mentioned the boredom every body suffered from and the discomfort on board. Their bathing consisted of cold salty showers. There were no black spots in the letter which meant he had not broken any rules in telling me how long the trip took. When I came from Sweden a few years earlier the trip took 5 days. S told me his trip took over two weeks.
And then there was the words I longed for. How much he missed me and how wonderful that last night had been.
And then the zinger. Don't bother to send cigarettes. We have plenty here.