Dearest Sweetie;
Your nice hon, every day I pick a scented note from my ole hon--to nastier business--The purge is on--four of our lads are getting the bump within the month. Have been beating head out for first, for past week--maybe the boss likes me. May do away with all of us soon tho, seems we can’t get enough kiddies to teach. --Had a chance to swap to a cruiser tother day, a second really wanted off. Seems that he is the last man of the original
gang left--kinda a shaky Jake--he said he couldn’t keep missing like that forever. Sure didn’t blame the lad any, but unlike Carters, couldn’t give relief. Somehow, don’t think the nips care for bridge personnel(?).
Friends are still buying and selling vehicyles(?)--the old rattletrap 28 chevrolet that they purchased for 170 skins,--yas theres one born every minute. Two strikers were high pressured and gave them the same amount. Of course, not to be without transportation, they purchased a 36 V8--only 385. What junk, what easy people--if all sailors are like that, car business will be a push.
You know hon, I can’t write a letter that sounds decent anymore. Your always in my mind, but these things and happenings make for poor mental processing. I want to quit, to come home and be a citizen again, never to close my eyes and wish, or dream, just reach out and touch you.--Of course, a cold dlink would help some too.
Always Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/c
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