10 December 1942

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Want to know something?
I Love You

Dec. 10, 1942.

I Love You, yesterday, today, tomorrow,——before, now, forever,—have, do, shall.

Dearest Ruth,

Here I am again—Don’t have anything to say as usual but I thought as long as I was going to dream I might just as well write something, unh?

I can tell you one thing—there is a distinct disadvantage in this type of communication (don’t look right). I just got your letter today (about) in which you say Rev. Beach knows a minister down here and will write him and find out if he could find a place for you to stay. It puts a slightly different outlook on the situation. Not much, but some. It will be worth keeping in mind just in case our much hoped for

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miracle happens—I wouldn’t feel so cautious about the whole thing if I knew you had a good place to stay. Altho I still want know what kind of circumstances I will be under. That, I don’t know for sure but I think they will be highly unsatisfactory.

Do you want to come if you knew I’d only get a couple days off—That is (stretch) looking on the bright side of the deal too. (If) I’m not saying that you should—I’m just saying that it might be possible.

I hate to be so indefinite because I know it makes things hard for you. You won’t know what to do—sit around and wait—get another job, continue on your old one—you won’t know just what to do. I know how you feel because that is the kind of a spot I’m in—I don’t know what to tell you because I don’t know

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“He who knows that he knows nothing, Knows more then he who (k) thinks he knows everything”—Ha—I just happened to remember that when I said I didn’t know anything.

You know at “preflight” for the first 4 1/2 weeks you are underclassmen, they don’t let you out except for emergencies. The next 4 1/2 weeks you are upper classmen, then you are supposed to get “open-post” once a week. Everything depends on where I go—when I go—their rules and regulations and whether I can talk, beg, plead and bully some fat ass officer into letting me get some time off. I doubt if I can.

To show you how tough it is there—When we go to bed at night we

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can hear them drilling, when we get up we also hear them—That sounds bad.

I hate to hear that you have to walk to work in the cold—That is pretty miserable. I know because I used to do it and I probably had twice as many clothes on as you wear and besides I’d be mad because I had to walk and that would help to warm me—Still I’d get cold. It probably will do you good tho—If you don’t have a cold. Thanks to the guy who tried to find you a ride. I hope somebody helps look after you. Mom says your able to take care of yourself. I know that but—just the same—Aunt Ruth said your Mother worried a little about you traveling alone, but she said Mom didn’t worry about you going anywhere alone and said (as I said before) that you could take care of yourself.

Love me?—You do?—O.K. thats all I wanted to know.

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I always come back to this subject but darn it—it is uppermost in my mind—You see Honey—what if you came down here —didn’t get a job and I couldn’t get out for 4 1/2 or 5 weeks and then only for part of a day—what then unh?—Those are things that worry me.

Find out what you can from Beach—it may be helpful. Anyway, anything that might be helpful—let me know. I’ll steal, fight, cut, slash and anything else to get some time off.

I’m glad you keep track of such things as birthdays and etc. I never would think of such things. We ought to make very good partners when this is all over and we’ve just begun—don’t you think so. Myself—I think your perfect. A perfect darling, Honey. Couldn’t be better.

By the way Honey—How are the

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shoulders—why don’t you tell me to mind my own business unh? Ha. Do you know what I’d like to do—I’d like to get you and crawl into a car with a nice warm heater and a radio and go for a ride (illegible cross out) thru some hills somewhere. Goodness—what a thing to think of at a time like this. I’m screwy unh.

A coincidence—I was just talking to another guy who (was) is in practically the same fix we are—He intends to put it off for 4 or 5 mos. until he gets thru primary—If he makes it that far he figures he’s all set. He is probably right to—if I ever get thru that far I’ll feel pretty good myself. Ha.

Well Honey—Until tomorrow

Goodnight Sweetheart

I Love You

x Walt x

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