June 12, 1945

June 12, 1945

     My Darling,

      Everything is Roger Dodger at the field.  Shucks, no one even missed me.  Ya know, I didn't even worry about it at all on the train!  I must be getting brazen.

     Why is Monday wash day?  All over the country yesterday there were clothes hanging out.  Now just exactly why is that?  Why does everyone have to do their washing on Monday - what's wrong with Tuesday or Friday?   I think it's very unfair!

     Did you hear from Lu yet?  Let me know how her adventure came out. 

      The train ride was uneventful.  Nine cups of coffee and a cheese sandwich for lunch.  Six cups of coffee and bacon and eggs for supper.  The murder mystery was crummy.  It turned out that a street car conductor was the guy who done it.  Who ever heard of street car conductors going around murdering people and baffling the police?  I'm going to switch to true love stories. 

      I got back to the field around one this morning and I had the darnedest feeling that I had been away for ages.  Spent half an hour under the shower and then crawled into my luxurious soft bed.  No sleep!  So I think things out half the night - forget what I decided and wake up at 8:30.  My head is all muddled up and I'm having an awful time remembering how to spell and write words.  I'll be O. K. in the morning.  I'll write you again tomorrow and give out the latest rumors.

     The firing squad isn't scheduled for me and the sun is shining so, outside of that old mushy stuff, everything is a o.k.

      Gonna try and sleep off a headache now.  I'll see you in my dreams.

      All my love, always

      Ray