Hello;
Not happy--that “don’t hit me agin”, feeling, seems to invade rather frequently anymore. Am really awful tired of this business--usta think, well sweat it out and then go home to Sweetie--like reaching for stars, fear the bubble of imagination has broken. You know, if all that is printed is true, the enemy is a most sadistic creature. Why, of all the things in this world to do must people think of new ways to make misery? Sad lot, especially the starvation treatment. Don’t think I want so much of that.
Missed a day yesterday Stinky, the eight hour day, then a 6:30 to 10 night session can rather fill the day. Have after-dark classes outside--makes for tired SM’s, you know. Can sit here and watch one of the chiefs working on my exam--that maybe they’d found everything
possible, guess not. He’s on the rules of the road--Chlist, might as well go up for first mate.
Those pictures we took out here--well, you remember I took them to town for the developing process. The place, a prominent drug store, is now under naval restriction. You see they didn’t serve proper food or something, soo now at each door there is a young white hatted gentleman with an S.P. brassard on his arm. Just won’t let you in hon.
If a Jap hunting marine says gung ho! Isn’t it proper for the elephant hunter to say dung ho?
Always Love
Kennny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM 2/c
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