June 7, 1945
June 7, 1945
Darling Little Flower,
A fine thing, I must say - a fine thing indeed. I ask you to send me a copy of Forever Amber and you write back that it can't be done, but you send me two dollars instead. You make me blush!
I was one mad baby yesterday. I told you about that big shipment that was coming up - well it came up yesterday - about 500 men. Every son of a gun that came up here with me from Boca Raton is on it - radar men that came in only a week ago were on it - the fellows that were here before me were on it - but not me. I'm damned near the last radar man here. I don't know how the hell they figure these things out, but by golly, some one is playing tag with me. I'm so damned sure that I should have been on it but there's nothing I can do about it. AlI the gang that I know are leaving and I'm still asettin and awaitin. There are supposed to be more shipments going out at the end of the week - maybe I'll be on them. I go bats when I don't know where I stand.
My literary tastes have ascended to a higher plane. I'm struggling through "The Late George Opley".
So far it's pretty dull. No bloodshed at all. Every book, no matter what the general theme is, should have a good couple murders in it.
I managed to dig up a few packs of cigarettes before they clamped down so I sent them today. Also there was a surplus of candy bars at the P.X. so I sent a box of some gooey stuff.
Nebraska may be Bill's home state and all that - but if it ever wants to secede from the union I personally will do nothing to stop it. How can one place be so wet?
Go right ahead with your plans with Lu. If anything does pop up, then we'll do some fancy figuring.
Hey, your birthday will be rolling around pretty soon. Gee whiz, you'll be two dozen years old. I've got something picked out that's very sensible and useful. Isn't that disgusting? Of course, if you'd rather, I'd send you the money and you could take Margie and Lu to the "beach combers" for dinner and a couple of vicious you know what's. Shucks, what good is a birthday if you can't have a party? Which would you rather have?
Remind me to tell you someday how much prettier you are this birthday and how much nicer you are and how amazed I am that you can be so swell in only twenty four years. You old hunk of strawberry shortcake, you!
Bye Darling All my love
Your guy
Ray