March 11, 1954 Vieques, P.R. My Dearest Wanda, Guess I'd better get one on the way. Sorry I didn't write last nite. I was kinda beat. I did mail the letter I wrote while we were in the field. The mail must have got fouled up as I didn't get any yesterday - maybe I'll get some tomorrow - sure hope so as your letters are about all I have now. I believe I'd go crazy if you stopped writing. Baby there's not a helluva lot to gab about. I do still love you and need you more than ever. I didn't think I'd miss you as much as I do now - I need you Wanda. Just 41 more days and you'll be all mine again - I can hardly wait. The problem ended up with a big bang. All of our tanks were knocked out except for five. We made a sweep on the beach and shook up everybody - of course everyone of us got killed. Then on the way back in I got clipped with a com-wire - damn near cut my head off. I'll live I guess. If I'd been without a helmet, I'd be on the way home now, in a box. Honey I know this is a short letter but there's just nothing to gab about. Tomorrow I should have two or three letters to answer. And this weekend we won't be working - think I'll go to the cock-fights Sunday. Ryan is going to San Juan. I'd like to pull some liberty but don't guess I will - so I'll just wait until I get back home with you - that's the only liberty I want. Wanda I'll shut up for now - guess I'll take in the movie. Remember I love you Wanda and really need you. See you tomorrow Baby! Yours Forever, Dave Brad Tesh - transcribed 2005-01-04