My Love;
Tonight, I can almost relive your day--maybe you drove, or walked down a green tree’d street, or wandered in a forest or maybe just stayed at home. It’s one of those warmish feelings of you being near all the time--I like you stinky.
Could be old war is about thru hon--all day the radio has been blaring about that new bomb. Seems that a few of those will make for stoppage of hostilities soon. Drew Pearson said in 72 hours (4 days ago.) my my, but that sounds like freedom.---Today some of the boys are graduating from school. Before the sheepskins are given out, they get their choice
of duty. (Routine softsoap, merely raises the moral). Anyhoo the O in C is asking each lad his preference and getting the usual variety of wishful requesting, until this horse of a kid says, Ha’, I want an
L.S.T., the Amphibs and third choice is a rocket thrower.” The boss looked at the boy and like a good reverend said doulfully,
“Whatsa matter son, trouble at home or something”. --If he has, his choice is a good one. Peace, its wonderful.
Hey Snot, damme but you haven’t written in three day (anyhoo I haven't received any for that length of time.) When it comes to writing, I thot of the guy that got married in the states, and as per schedule, retired to a pleasant little pest ridden islet in the souwespac. After a few months of long distance amour tjour amour?, his ever loving little lifemate cut the line. Hes sad, but thoughtful--finally returns via the wound stripe route and his exwife visits him in the hospital. The lover married her agin. That what I say, hafta be careful. I don’t like that old axiom which starts, “Tis better to have wooed an loozed etc”--Where is the percentage, when your the one for me.
Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM1/c (cant get used to 1/c)
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