Aug 20, 1945

 

Aug. 20, 1945

My Darling,

     Had you slapped me across the nose with a decayed eel, I couldn’t have been more surprised about *”over21” being barred from Chicago.  Kelly has gone too far this time.  This, of course , means war!  There weren’t anything to do with sex about it.  Unless they pulled something I was too naive to catch.  The whole scene was in AAF and there wasn’t even a decently filled sweater.  The story was about cadets and newspapers.  I’ll be dub le dirty downright damned if I can see everything wrong with it.  Towards the end it even became a little flag waiving.  Hmpf!

     Both of your letters arrived this morning.  Ya know, it was hard for me to write the last couple of letters.  I was worried, mad, old, confused and what have you.  I was worried about losing flying pay, glad the war was over, mad that I didn’t get across, and confused about what’s going to happen now.  Your two letters snapped me out of it and now - To hell with worries.  What is this strange effect you have on me? 

     I’m not quite sure I’d like to have been around when Bill’s wife and you were smiling sweetly at each other.  I would give two cents to have copies of both your thoughts.  Come to think of it, what about those eye lashes of yours?  Where ever did you get them?  I’ll bet you use hair tonic on them. 

      My vast experience in solving mysteries may help you solve your sprainless sprain.  You’ll have to answer a few questions.

Has your foot been doing things behind your back?

Have you gone any place without your foot?

Has your foot gone anyplace without you?
Are your left and right feet fond of each other?

Have you been eating jelly fish lately?

Could the water on your knee have sunk?

Have you been playing football?

Has anyone given you a hot foot lately?

I feel sure that the answer to these questions will be the answer to your problems. If not let me refer you to my associate John J. Anthony “Jack “ to me

Where’d you get the fancy writin paper?  According to the movies with the bank examiner suddenly around eighteen people should suddenly leave town. Did anyone look guilty?

     My sweet - no one but -no one uses that ridiculous term “scuttlebutt”. In the Air Force.  Hempf!      

      Seems like we both had to sweat it out on V.J. day!  As you say, “Of all the darn times”.  Oh well, there are some things that must go on and on and on. 

     What about Phyllis??

      Sometimes its hard to believe that it’s all over.  One day I’ll leave an army post and that will be it.  I’ll have to return to Lansing to check out with the draft board and then I am no longer a soldier.  Just as simple as all that.  I just don’t believe it!  It can’t be that simple. 

     I imagine the Colonel will call another meeting soon and tell us what he knows.  He’s a good Joe and gives us the straight stuff without trimmings.  I don’t imagine we’ll be sticking around here long. 

      What ever happens, we accomplished our goal and the world should be peaceful for awhile.  Its a nice feeling to know that your country is on. Top.  Our way must be right. 

      Time for some southern fried chicken.  So long sweetheart.

All my love

Ray