Nov. 9, 1942

 Nov. 9, 1942


Dear Shirley

Darling Shirley









Dearest Darling Shirley

Haya Babe,

Hey You!


      Well don’t just stand there, take your choice.

     Last week I had one of my annual moods.  Being in the hospital made it worse, so disregard my last letter.  I wasn’t me, I was the guy in the next ward.  He’s batty.  I snapped out of it yesterday morning and am once again my charming self.  I answered Bills letter and told him I would be back to Lansing when the war’s over ——— on an occasional weekend.  I also advised him to come to Chicago.  If his wife ever sees my letter she’ll  send me a time bomb for Christmas.  

      I wrote you three letters before this one, but didn’t mail them.  I looked them over and never read such tripe in my life.  Today, however, I am back on the beam, and am at present writing to you.  That is, while I am writing, I am writing to you, when you read it I may still be writing, but it will be a different letter, because, even though I don’t write shorthand, I certainly don’t write longhand that stretches 147 miles, 6 blocks, 117 feet, and up one flight of stairs, turn left, knock twice, and ask for you.  If Joe answers and is wearing a sailor suit, I’ll twist his nose off.  You keep away from Joe.  

      What do you think of Shostahavateh?   Tis said he resembles Dostyevsky.  I doubt it.  But then who am I?  That’s a silly question, If I don’t know who I am then how the devil am I going to collect my social security?

      The mail is tied up at the C. Q. Again and I haven’t received any since last Saturday.  For the last eight days I have been patiently chewing at my elbows and yelling mail, while the rest of the fellows were yelling for a female.  Th last letter I got from you was the one with the dice.  You Scoundrel, now I have to have my teeth filled again.  

       Say, did you break my rib?  

       We have another new nurse.  She’s 67.  Well I’m still faithful.  

      One of my boudoir associates had a fit this morning.  He even frothed at the mouth.  Outside of that it has been a dull day.  

      We’ve been learning some pretty good news about Egypt and Africa.  I wish I was over there.  I get so damned mad sitting here on my tail.  It’ll be at least ten weeks before we go over.  

      I’m supposed to be released Tuesday or Wednesday.  

      Do you know that?


MUSH.


      I’ll try to get home sometime within the next two weeks.  It’ll be on a weekday and I’ll have to catch the 7:00 train.  Maybe we could have dinner together.  How about it?  I would pick you up at work.  I’ve discovered the nicest little place.   It’s called “the White Tower”.  

      I told a captain he was all wet this morning.  What is a “firing squad?”  

      Well so long for now.  Mind if I miss you?

      Love and Kisses 

      Ray

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