Oct. 29, 1945


 


Oct. 29, 1945


      My Darling,

      I think today I’d have given all my worldly possessions if any, if we could have been together in Palm Beach It seemed like such a wonderful day for it.  Laying around on the beach all afternoon, having supper on the sidewalk, cigarettes during the movie and coffee, Brandy and dancing at the Montmartre afterwards.  It’s hit me before but never quite as hard as today.  The iconic part is that all this was wished while doing my weeks washing.  Cinderellas’ dreams in Ella Cinders or sump’n.  Ah, me to be young again (about 8 1/2 months ago).  

       Once a week I certainly do get clean hands.  They look so nice with the skin curled up.  

      This would be a swell evening to be with you.  Sort of extra special.  Can’t figure out the particular reason.  I just feel that I want to be with you tonight.  Nothing else would do.  It’s a helpless feeling.  

     No news, good or bad, the last couple of days.  There was a notice in one of the newspapers that five groups of B29’s were scheduled to go to Europe.  Ours must be one of them.  How I dread the thought now.  Lately time has grown so very valuable.  Today was slow and dull.  The same day two weeks ago was fun , exciting, and it flew by.  Sundays are empty days when I’m not with you.  Shucks, everyday is.  Just lil ole you makes all the difference.  I love you Darling.  

      Reckon how one of those gooey moods has rented me out for the day.  Romance and all that wonderful stuff.  

     What’d you have to bring up dentists for.  Our crew had to go Friday.  I have to have a filling, and one refilling.  Didn’t hurt a bit.  I was very disappointed.   

      We’re both in excellent health now.  Isn’t that exciting?  Let’s do twelve push ups, shall we?  Oh fud, doesn’t this sound sarcastic?  I’m a bitch huh?

      Perhaps a stroll in the moonlight would take some of the ounreyness out of me.  

      Goodnight Sweetheart

      All My love

       Ray

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