Dearest Stinky;
Another false alarm I’m afraid--bonfires, sirens, horns, rockets, flars, searchlights, cheers, fights, drunkeness, Bams singing, “We’ll all sign over again, Like hell we will like hell”, the sailors shouting, You’ll never get a man now”--revelry, was quite prevelant. An K.L. still thinks it’s bum dope--won’t confirm anything. I yam getting moody with the duty hon, every night its getting worser and worser. Want to come home to my gal. Hey hon, hows for to send the date that you are leaving for home. That way I won’t be spending half my leave--what am I saying? What is really meant, I need the date, so as to keep the mail situation squared away.
The luck ran hot an cold at least nites session of dominoes. You see, stinky, there aren’t enough players for the poker game, so for the rest, relaxation and recreation, we must roll the cubes.
Friends donated about a hundred and seventy fish--fish. Seven times I shot a forty dollar lick--Six times I threw a big fat acey-duecy, an that aint good. In fact, the gentlemen pick up your money on that play. Since my fighter pulled a big draw, an saved a hundred, the rabbits foot seems well rubbed. Course I’d rather be rubbing noses wif you--that, undoubtedly is the pleasantest activity that I have ever participated in. From a junior to a senior its always a request, so since your better’n me, hows for to do it a long time. My but I think your nice.
Two sweet definitions of a wave; “A sailor who says no” and, “A female man-o-warsman that can slap an admiral and still not get a general c.m.” Think of those things, always return to you. Its nice to be lucky, besides, while the reserves remain for duration (any length of time) plus six--we get out next year. Have you figured our civilian clothes expenses yet?
Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM1/c
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