Dearest Sweetie;
Hello hon., am on the bum. T’aint much, not at all expensive, but like the lighter its unobtainable here. That lighter, my pride an joy (except for the red leather binder with the
perfumed hanky and your two pictures) is still in operation too. Back to the object of my dejections--the old futile business of daily chopping those face weeds. You see razor blades are easy to buy, but of such low quality that they don’t cut much but the flesh beneath their objective. Now, if by chance you could prevail upon Hap to see about a “Shick injector”--not the blades, just the razor. Can get plenty of blades, but no holder to put them in. Pliz check (I’m’a bum, but gosh, whats a woman for , if you can’t use them) Course I have other things in mind too--not quite in that way tho! Want a kiss stinky, counta I like you so much. There are such things, as I recollect, haven’t been doing much practicing of late.
Much, much, much later, we are rusuming where we ceased. Yestiday at about 0245 in the bloody morn, some guy came sneakin’ in the door an whispered, “the Wah’s over.” Christ what bedlam ensued--all the signalmen dressed and ran down to the office for conformationl It was, so we opened the V-J day spirits. Its now 33 hrs. later, and I’ve got a horrible headache an a severe case of shakes. Drank purty steady for last day--everybodys happy, cuz we think maybe we’ll get home.--Lil’ Candy an me aren’t so happy tho’, that last 18 bottles of Budingweiser make hurt.
Make preparations Stinky, love enough to get married upon first hour of next leave.
Love Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM1/c
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