Aug 2, 1945
Aug 2, 1945
Darling,
You sure are going to catch hell now. Ready?? You, Madame, are the whipper snapper!! Just exactly why couldn't my ring size be 7 9/16? It just so happens that that is my size. I see nothing fantastic about 7 9/16. It isn't something to be laughed at. I was born the way I am and am in no way to be held responsible for the size and shape of my fingers. They have wills of their own and are in no way influenced by public opinion. Until you brought it up they probably thought they were normal healthy fingers. Now you've got them feeling like freaks and misfits. A finger may be a human being just like you or I, and they may even have a heart. If so, I'm sure that you have broken it. Why, my goodness, you are practically a murderess. I won't say anymore, but I'll just leave you to deal with your conscience.
Tonight brought on the apex of apexes. Nothing more can happen to these old bones of mine. Many a miracle these old eyes have seen but tonight a sight befell me that set me agahst. Could it be true? In this modern age could something like this really happen? Perhaps I was losing my mind - but no - there it was - the cold brutal truth - Wanta know what it's all about?? Roger!
On August 1, 1945 at 1830 o'clock, at Davis Monthan Field, Tuscon Arizona, United States of America, In the Officer's Mess Hall, The United States Army Airforce served a smorgasboard!! There were over twenty different platters to choose from. Everything was good. But wait - that isn't all. The entire building was lighted by candles. Never in my career have I seen such a romantic looking mess hall, Isn't that a pistol?
Bah! What a woman! You talk about act 104 and I am beating my head trying to figure out act III. Fear not though. Lass, an aparition will present itself to my sub conscieence mind and inspire me to great (if undiscovered) ends. I shall not accept defeat. I shall march with my head high, singing Onward Christian Soldiers in 3/4 time - forever onwward untill act III is finished. You may quote me on this.
I love you.
Went top town today and got myself a new pair of shoes. They're brown. Isn't amber sort of brownish??
Knocked off four books since my last letter.
Turnabout
The Green Years
The Blue Danube
The Murderer is a Fox
Needless to say M. is a F. was the best. Also, my left hand lost 272.00 in a solitaire game, to my right hand. I suspect crooked dealing.
Much as I hate to admit it, I am excited about getting a ring. I always have wanted one. I tried to make you think different so you wouldn't spend that much money. But now that you have, I am waiting anxiously for it to come. You've seen these class rings that cadets wear, haven't you? The only reason I didn't get one is that size ring couldn't be made small enough for my finger. Gee I can't help it.
You stop chewing tobacco!
How's Eddie? I think the little guy is so wild about swimming that he overdoes it. He got awfully hot a couple of times in Florida. For some reason or other he doesn't seem to be able to take too much excitement, even if it's fun. Could he have high blood pressure too? I hope he's better by now. Tell him to write me and let me know.
Recieved Bill's card this morning. That was downright sweet of him. Give him a kiss for me and tell him to give Terry a kiss for me too. You'd better anchor him down first. He's look undignified floating over Hamshock's desk. Gee I miss sew sew, soo - oh hell - the guy with the name.
What gives with this "hot tip in the seventh?"
Just finished a thermos bottle full of coffee. I have one everytime I write you. It makes me feel good.
To hell with the hunchback of Notre dame and his antagonizing anticipation!!! Did you see those bathing suits in one of the issues of "Life"? Don't ever wear anything like that! My goodness they are small. I've seen larger "G strings". (in pictures).
The proofs of my picture will be back Saturday. They'' be horrible, but I'll pick one out and have it printed. Expect the worst.
It'll be O.K. if you don't write so much while Bill's on vacation. I have an idea that you'll be pretty darned busy.
Gee honey, I miss you. You're going to have a problem after the war. I'm going to hate to leave you everyday to go to work. I'll be under your feet all the time. I think that we ought to have glass walls in our house so that when you're in the kitchen I can see you from the livingroom. Either that or I'll be in the kitchen with you. Or better yet, let's just have one big room. Sometimes I get afraid when I think how happy you can make me when we're together. It doesn't seem that one guy can rate so much. Golly I'm lucky.
Goodnight Sweetheart.
All my love,
Ray