Hello O’beautiful thing;
Another one of these installment manuscripts--time hurries old harried Martin. (Please do not confuse the last statement with Hairy or Harry Martin--two horses of different colors.) Back to, I was where--about the work. Gad m’lady us 4f’s. slave to quench that yearn to learn in the younger generation. Me, well, I just yearn to burn--neath the glancing light of a burning log and your tender touch.
Fine thing this is coming too--always I have that desire, just to be with you. In the morning when a gnarled hand tenderly awakens me--like a C.B’s. bulldozer--then is when. The time will come, my love, when those people will cease to shake me--just an old alarm clock ringing thirty minutes to early, so I can lay and enjoy of the pleasures of the early morn. Like waking you and laughing, at you trying to return to dreamland--twill be an impossibility Stinky, cuz I’ll not go back to sleep. You know, I’m getting to think about that more’nmore. Maybe that time is getting nearer--d’ya think? The clock has just skipped 10 or twelve hours since the first part. Thats what I say--fast and slow. The days an months I mean.
Wrote Bob a three page letter yesterday--the first time anything like that for ages.
Ole Hon., you know that I’m awfully sorry not to have been an officer. Everything the coolie gets is inferior to theirs--quarters, clothing, food, beer, duties, liberty, pay--a person could go on for hours. Now heres another thing--all this, “thou beist dirt, or you untouchable you”, has only been in effect since the reserves came into power. Me’ thinks we will be on a more even footing out by you. Can make a stroke or two some time--Your m’lite, m’love--
Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/c
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