Finally you write--you knucklehead and I don’t believe you have any kind of a good excuse--at all. If you’ve been on your “dime”, as your mother says, you could take off ten or fifteen minutes to send ol’ watasi a note. Watasi means me in Japanese, or maybe it’s Korean. Right now I’m about three sheets because of the potential peace about to break in Korea and all the pilots are practically completely drunker than seven hundred dollars. I’m not quite looped because it seems I’m writing, more or less, evenly--or am I. Gee I’m glad you wrote--finally. It’s been a real long time since you did and I kind of missed your letters lately.
The outfit is off the line now, or did I tell you. We’ve been off for about a week now and if the peace comes through we won’t have to go back into combat. And next week, the 10th, I go on R&R to Japan for a week. If I knew your phone number I’d call again. Do you have a phone in Pomona?
I’m writing this by candlelight and the boys are zooming around the lights like jets. And hitting me occasionally and it’s irritating.
I’m sorry you’re not working. I wish you were so you could save some dough so we could be married when John comes marching home. Did you know that Mom and Dad bought a new home in San Jose and are living in it by now. They have fixed up a room for watasi that’s out of the world--so they say.
Okay hon, time for another knock, and after this one I won’t be able to lift the pen. Give my love to the orange groves--and please write soon. Bye for now.
P.S. If you need any money just scream
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