April 1st, 1944
Dear Betty,
Today must certainly be my lucky day, as I received three letters, from the nicest and prettiest girl that I know, and one from one of the swellest sisters a guy could have.
Yes siree, I am floating on that old stuff they call air today, and conceited wow, I carry my nose so high they grounded me the other day. But all in all I consider myself one lucky guy, and I hope I can always say that. Can I?
How in the holy Hamlet, am I going to show you my gratitude, I guess I will have to write you a letter each week, and two on Sunday. Yep, that’s what I’ll do, and you can bet on that. Say I know that Guy Grant Homer, we went to Horace Mann and Washington together. He’s a pretty good Joe. Ask him the next time you see him if he remembers the time I gave him a ride home from the Sunset golf course? You sort of stuck your neck out didn’t you when you said I was your uncle. Little white lies.
You know with three letters from you in one day and your picture in front of me, I can’t have anything to complain about. They say you only complained the first two years out here anyway. If I stay out here that long there won’t be anything left me to complain with.
This is another one of those quiet afternoons when there is nothing to do, as I just finished typing the payroll, and so I feel in order not to be a waster of time I will write you. I get a kick out of writing you, you’re so understanding and thoughtful. But tell me just why did you want to know my birthday? If I find out that, that young vivacious cousin of mine has shall we say “spilled the beans” I will wring the rust out of her stacking swivel (her neck) when I come home, that is providing I am not too weak to do so.
Every once in a while I get brutal like that and go harass, but that’s only when I think of my darling cousin. You wouldn’t know she was the type with such a gentle and kind, besides being understanding face which she carts around with her. Buddy letters. Rats.
This is the kind of afternoon I like to sack out or sit on my bunk and polish my shoes, you know the old home type. Well buddy I have to run now, first sergeant has some work to do. Write soon, lots of love. Norrie
Today must certainly be my lucky day, as I received three letters, from the nicest and prettiest girl that I know, and one from one of the swellest sisters a guy could have.
Yes siree, I am floating on that old stuff they call air today, and conceited wow, I carry my nose so high they grounded me the other day. But all in all I consider myself one lucky guy, and I hope I can always say that. Can I?
How in the holy Hamlet, am I going to show you my gratitude, I guess I will have to write you a letter each week, and two on Sunday. Yep, that’s what I’ll do, and you can bet on that. Say I know that Guy Grant Homer, we went to Horace Mann and Washington together. He’s a pretty good Joe. Ask him the next time you see him if he remembers the time I gave him a ride home from the Sunset golf course? You sort of stuck your neck out didn’t you when you said I was your uncle. Little white lies.
You know with three letters from you in one day and your picture in front of me, I can’t have anything to complain about. They say you only complained the first two years out here anyway. If I stay out here that long there won’t be anything left me to complain with.
This is another one of those quiet afternoons when there is nothing to do, as I just finished typing the payroll, and so I feel in order not to be a waster of time I will write you. I get a kick out of writing you, you’re so understanding and thoughtful. But tell me just why did you want to know my birthday? If I find out that, that young vivacious cousin of mine has shall we say “spilled the beans” I will wring the rust out of her stacking swivel (her neck) when I come home, that is providing I am not too weak to do so.
Every once in a while I get brutal like that and go harass, but that’s only when I think of my darling cousin. You wouldn’t know she was the type with such a gentle and kind, besides being understanding face which she carts around with her. Buddy letters. Rats.
This is the kind of afternoon I like to sack out or sit on my bunk and polish my shoes, you know the old home type. Well buddy I have to run now, first sergeant has some work to do. Write soon, lots of love. Norrie
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