Hi Sexy;
A starless, cloudy evening with a bit of nasty breeze; not the type of cool, salty air of the sea, more like a desert wind. Tis the type of night that one should be somewhere else, somewhere like #619. My I’d be a hard character to push out the door this eve. I’d like to be with you tonight Sweetie, maybe talk, maybe ride, but probably just sit. Holding hands, sound juvenile, but I think that I almost like to do that the best of all. (This chap is a wee bit sentimental tonite.)
On evenings such as the one just past, you’d like to be around and walk. It was cool, just a few clouds and the misty old mountains were fairly visible. One could see the twinkling lights on the hillsides and clearly smell the ocean in the other direction. I sat outside after the lights were dimmed and had an evening cigarette, nothing on my mind but you. If we could have been up in those hills somewhere, walking or talking.
The blight of man is war. It’s toils take me to, what seems to be an endless eternity away from the only thing I really ever wanted. Comes the last boom, were off to a place where sailors are a novelty and secure for several weeks. Do you care for the farm, or a city, or a mountain, or maybe the southern seashores, or maybe just drive and look at America. Tis possible to do most anything, because I’m a little bit afraid that your leave will pile up, if you wait for me to help share it. No leave, no nothin til eighteen+ months are finished.
Not despondent, just lack the intelligence to make up a good post. Alast sweet perfumed smell---
Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/C
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