Hello my Hon.
Missed the usual, but am back in the usual fine literary form tonight. Stiff left arm, slow backswing, follow-through--could drive it a mile. Must take you walking on those Seattle rollin’ green hills someday. Might be that I’d have to dress you up in the bluish gabardine
with a small white topper, cuz civilians aren’t lowed for free. Some day, too, we must attend a quiz show. Preferably one that gives money for the correct answer--17 minutes of Dr. I.Q. has passed, we have 236 dollars of unobtainable right answers. Strictly whizzing thru those toughies.
Hey toughy (repeat) don’t get too accustomed to the plush of an officers lounge. Being a coolie, tis hard for this person to see much of the higher paid help’s recreational facilities--do know tis over-rated for the work they put out. An oft tormented sore spot in most of our hearts--we live as the enlisted men did 150 years ago. At that time, they were unlearned as to the ways of a equal life. Today, its different, even tho’ the hands are proverbial tied--we see. Look for yourself Hon.--Reminds me of this SM Roberts, he is the local talent for quick stinging witicisms. We were standing on one of our towers the other day, watching a crowd of BAMs hurrying and scurrying around unusually speedy. Seems that one of the beasts was
getting married to a Marine Captain. Robts. and the rest of us had been watching the swish of those formals for quite some time, listening to his wise but unprintable remarks when the dashing young thing comes down the ladder. Robts. Checked the lucky groom, then the bride--”The only reasons that chick is marrying the goof, is probably for his liquor “ration”.--If any time my pen seems taunting or anything unnice, overlook it hon., cuz tis you I love and am always thinking of.
Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM1/c
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