"Went down to the organization known as "CARE" which claims to have piles of food boxes in each country and will deliver a box to your door and have you sign for it...let me know...You should also be receiving a few other boxes that I made up...In one I sent a small canned whole chicken...Just take it out of the can and warm it up.
Darling, I know that you are having quite a time with all the necessary arrangements...Probably they won't even consider me a good risk...but let me know and I'll see what I can do...Don't worry about the GI fiancee thing ending in June...I have been told that they may extend it indefinitely...Don't be too irritated by delays...I'll just wait and wait...I love you very much...
Always your fo'ever, Hank"
After reading these two paragraphs, we know a lot - she and her family were hungry, he was sending them food (guess they liked chicken!), there were bureaucratic hurdles to be overcome, and the statement "I love you very much" had been backed by action.
This excerpt from a love letter written to my Mom by my Dad sometime after he'd returned to San Francisco at the end of WWII has an undertone of slight worry. She was in England, waiting for permission to come to the States and marry him - lots of red tape ensued before she got on the ship.
His feelings are real. No gilding the lily. This writing is as basic and simple as meatloaf.