June 17 1945
June 17, 1945
Darling Shirl,
The subject for my text tonight shall be "Barbers". We could shorten the lecture to very few words, namely, God Damn all Barbers," but it is much for far greater pleasure that we go into intimate and minute details. Do all barbers become morons or the opposite - all morons become barbers? Let us take the case of a nice young man - me ! Monday I had a haircut - having faith in the barber I just said "haircut". Perhaps he was farsighted - perhaps he just hated everyone - who knows? Needless to say, I was ruined - I had the appearance of alfalfa in a hail storm. The next day I went to another shop to have my hair repaired. I tried to tell the barber what I wanted but he wouldn't have it. He insisted that he knew exactly what I wanted. I weakened and let him have his way. The illegitimate sun of unwed parents fixed me up fine. I have very little hair left and what there is of it is all over the right ear. I look like I'm eternally leaning. You may call me "Pisa". Someday I'll get my revenge. You're a girl, so I can't say how , but I'll do it.
My guess was pretty good about my next home. I drew Tucson, Arizona. No one seems to know weather this is good or bad. There are two choice rumors floating about - one that I'll head over seas in a month - the other gives me two weeks longer. The main issue seems to be that I'm going overseas. This starts a lot of thinking. At present though, to hell with it. I'll find out more when I get there. My next communique will be from Tucson.
I'm back on my routine. Evening mess at 1630, P.X. at 1653, theater line at 1658, enter theater at 1715, read murder mystery till show starts at 1745, show ends at 1945, Officers club for a coke 1954, back in barracks 1959, shirtsleeves by 2000.
Holy smoke I'm a walking time table. When and if'n I get out of this will you kindly do something about me? I'm too young to be so old - I mean - oh hell.
Today was a swell day. Spring fever and all. I feel gooey. Besides, the radio is playing "Laura". I feel sad, bah!
How's stuff in general, kiddo? Did you get your lunch? That's been worrying me. Did I ever tell you that you looked absolutely shocked when I asked you if you had ever been briefed. You old scoundrel, you!
You can give Bill a kiss for me - if I can give Terry a kiss for you someday. Heh, Heh.
The latest murder story has to do with a midget that was hung with eleven different silk stockings. Sound good?
Finally finished my laundry. Did you ever try to get silver paint out of white shorts? What a job! Finally had to use soap. I'll be processing and packing all day tomorrow and I leave Monday so you won't hear from me for awhile. This has nothing to do with silver paint of laundry but I just thought of it. Flitterish ain't I?
Well Sweetheart, that about brings things up to date. Take care of yourself and so long for a little while.
Love and Kisses
Ray