I wanted to write last night but I was so tired I didn’t even undress when I got in--just hit the bed and passed out until seven this morning. Got in about seven-thirty too. On the way down from your school I stopped off at Peg’s [my father’s younger sister] and had a cup of coffee. Decided not to go back the way I intended because it was longer so I went back the same way I came up. This morning I had to report to the Colonel and he asked me what had happened. I decided the straight approach was best and told him I had gotten engaged and needed to spend the extra day. I thought sure I’d be confined to camp for the next six years or so but he came up with this beauty. “Believe it or not LT., the Army does have a heart occasionally, so congratulations.” He shook my hand and that was it. I’ve been in a fog ever since.
Barbara, why aren’t you here? How do you expect a man to work or even fly a plane with you on his mind. I even debated driving around the block after I left you just to say hello and kiss you again but maybe Mrs Cannon would think I was skoshi demented. [“skoshi” = Korean for “a little bit”]
Did you get to wave your ring around like you wanted to and what were the reactions? I’d still give anything if I could see you do it. You don’t know it but you had such a cute expression on your face when you were showing the ring this last weekend. Every time you did and I looked at you I loved you more.
So hon--I’m going to write your mother and to Virge today to say hi etc. Write now please. Are you feeling okay? And if you need anything just holler. Bye for now, and I love you real great big.
P.S. 74 days left!
P.S. jr. Toxan too [written arrow pointing to “love”, Japanese for “very much”]
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