February 26, 1953
Hi Honey,
Jim's stationery for this letter |
What's cooking?
I don't like to write when I'm in the kind of mood I'm in tonight. I'm in a real black mood. HA These people are trying to put over a raw deal on me. So far, I've been able to talk them out of it, but I don't know how much longer I'll be able to. "Oh, well," it's my trouble so I won't trouble you with it.
Tomorrow is refueling day, so maybe we can get some rest.
You must have started censoring your mail. I noticed you clipped a paragraph
out of one letter. I would like to know what was in the part you cut out.
"Sure," we will go to N.Y. if I get enough leave this time. But I don't know yet how much I will get.
"Baby," I would like to write every night, but I don't have time. I'm a busy man these days.
"Yes," I remember the little town called Wyandotte. I wish we were there now.
I suppose I'll break down and buy a new car in about 1971. HA I had a '49 Chevrolet when I enlisted. Now I don't have anything.
That "part of you" that goes to sleep when you sit on a wooden bench must be lazy.
I have a buddy who flies a jet off of this ship. He was telling me about trying to shoot down a bomber. He missed it, but he said scared the "hell" out of the pilot and crew.
Honey Doll, I have to get up early tomorrow to go watch.
So, answer soon,
Love,
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