The whole shebang plus the reception for the General was a notable success except for a few minor details which were as fouled up as a Chinese fire drill, but were passed over. As for our air section--we had it spic and span from five o’clock this morning and we even polished the crash truck and fire extinguishers. In fact, our General even made a special trip down to the airstrip to thank us for our job. And--here’s what kind of shook me. At the reception at the officer’s club for the General’s party, in the receiving line was General Kean from Ft Mac who remembered me and asked me where my wife was. I told him that we are to be married in July so he said to give his best to Barbara. I said huh, sir, and he said wasn’t that your name. I finally recovered and said yes. He told me he thought we were married but he remembered the name Barbara. Next I quickly downed a few Manhattans but I thought that was swell of him to send his regards. -- What a day it has been. I’m really beat.
It was wonderful talking to you hon but I’m looking forward to talking to you Friday night and you’ll be more coherent. Not that it makes much difference whether you’re coherent or not as long as you tell me “I love you John”.
Do you know that as of today it’s only fifty-nine days until our wedding and I wish it were fifty-nine minutes or better yet, fifty-nine seconds. I miss you toxan Princess and I love you so much I hurt. Tomorrow I’ll love you more than today but it’s an awful lot today though.
Goodnight my sweet. All my love forever.
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