Nov. 27, 1945


 



Nov. 27, 1945



       My Darling,

       If you get this letter before you send one telling me off for not sending this earlier everything’ll be joke.  I started to write you Thanksgiving morning then waited so I could tell you about our dinner.  The dinner was so punk that it put me in a nice gruesome mood.   Finally snapped out of it and decided to call you.  The jolly old operator told me that all the jolly old operators in Chicago were out on strike.  I’d been an awful long time since I’ve been as mad as I was that day.  I was all ready to rent suite 1313 at Carlsbad Caverns and become a genuine hermit.   If there had been a letter Thanksgiving Day it would have been a sad one.  

      Your letter this morning made everything seem different.  I’ve been a pretty nasty character the last couple of weeks.  To everyone, but mostly to you.  I couldn’t see my way clear on so many things.  Honey I’m just not like you in that way.  I can’t just wait for something to work itself out.  I’m either in there pitching or bitching.  Couldn’t do much pitching so it was mostly bitching.  It didn’t do the least bit of good.  It didn’t make me feel any better either.  Outside of getting a cup of coffee I haven’t left the barracks this weekend.  Just sat here painting very dark pictures.  This morning when I read your letter I felt good, relieved and pretty sorry about a lot of things.  I’d actually forgotten a lot of nice feelings.  Thanks for brining them back.  

      The letter yesterday was the hardest one to write I’ve ever known.  It took all afternoon and I can’t even remember what it was all about.  Aw shucks honey, do I have to explain?  We went through a bad period and now the sun is shining again.  Let’s keep it out?  

     There is nothing I wouldn’t have given to have been in on your Thanksgiving dinner.  It sounded super swell.  Gee I wish I could have called you.  How different the day would have been. 

     As for Christmas presents, they’re all picked out.  Gonna get them the first thing Friday.  Gee, I hope they don’t melt by Christmas.  If they do then they’ll probably turn green then of course you know what would happen.  Besides, you can’t just let the little critters run around loose.  

      Look Sweetheart, this isn’t a promise or a reasonably sure thing even BUT, there is a chance that I’ll be discharged in time for Christmas.  It all depends on how soon the Bomb Group releases us.  It was supposed to have happened last Friday but didn’t.  I haven’t told my mom yet and won’t.  

     Don’t let it interfere with anything you have planned.  But if I do let’s make it the biggest Christmas so far.  Can you stand a shock?  I won’t make one single plan until we’re together !!  

     How about sending me a list of all of the people on your side that I should be sending Christmas cards to.  What about Bill and all the gals.  I don’t know what the proper procedure would be.  My manners aren’t up to date.  Could I send Sourbheir a yo yo?  Please?  

     Ya know, I feel much better feeling good now then feeling bad.  Something inside keeps saying welcome home Dr. Jeckyl.  

     If I get this in the mail right away it’ll be there tomorrow instead of Wednesday.  Write right after you get it will ya?

    All my love

     Ray

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