Nov. 5, 1945




 Nov. 5, 1945




      My Darling,

     That ole thing about lightning striking the same place only once is hooey.  It can strike twice, and did.  Namely, my father is at it again.  Damnit honey, I’ve kept up my end of the bargain to him but he wants more.  No use going into details but I’ll have to pay out every cent I can.  Not because I really have to.  Maybe it’s pride or just plain stubbornness.  It’ll knock out the trip to Kansas City and even more.  Our Christmas presents from me will be pretty skimpy this year.  No use kidding yourself sweetheart, I just can’t be myself till this is all. Taken care of.  Maybe it’s childish and all that but I’ve got to do it.  

     All day yesterday I was thinking about the first.  Was going to write a hotel for reservations as soon as I got my flying time in.  Even was going to surprise you and have a thermos bottle full of black coffee waiting for you in the room when you got there.  Gee, we both could have had a couple of days off.  My father’s letter this morning fixed all of that.  I hate to have to disappoint you Darling.  Damnit I hate to disappoint myself.  I hate a lot of things right now.  Let’s change the subject.

      That lawyer sounds a lot like my father.  To hell with everything just so he gets some money in his hands.  If possible I suggest paying him off and getting a more human lawyer.  Damn all people like him.  They’re rotten.  

     Hey Angelface, when did I compare you with Brandy?  Read that part again.  If it still reads the same it was purely a typographical error.  No kidding.

     Darling, methinks you don’t understand about me post-war plans.  That’s precisely why I want to get out of the Army - to make some.  Me, the greatest planner, hasn’t got the slightest idea what will happen after “V me” Day.  You tell me what I’m gonna do!  This must sound awfully silly.  I just haven’t the vaguest idea about how one goes about making a living.  Undoubtedly, work will be involved!   What kind?  Where? For how much?  See what I mean?  Quien Sabe?

     Did you ever get a direct order from me?  Well here’s number one.  You keep your hands out of ammonia water!!  You’ve got the swellest hands there are and you’d better keep them that way.  See !!! Use a mop or sump’n. 

     Dya ever hear of the mysterious “Mr. X.”?  Well he found my pass case and mailed it back to me.  No note or anything.  Just the case complete except for five air mail stamps.  Pretty lucky, huh?  I wonder where it was found.  Probably some saloon, huh?  And even if I did compare you with brandy you’d rate more than a 1/2 pint.  You’re so round, so firm, so fully packed. 

     Well this is a fine time for Bill to go temperamental.  Why pshaw he’s childish.  You may call him a crocodile for me.

     Must up and off now.  Darling say hello to all your charming friends for me (girls only).  Say Tut Tut to Wee Willie.  Down with Sourhbier lawyers and my father. 

      I love you very much

      Ray

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