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Transcript:
July 22, 1942
Hello Darling:
Here I am again. I went to Riley this evening and got a couple of Math books so I could study (up) a little.
(I love you) (I Love You)
I didn’t do a thing today but loaf. It gets monotonous. Wish I could hop in a car and take a long, long drive with you along side of me—It would be O.K. unh?
Pierce and I went on into “Junk” town” last night instead of getting the books—That is why I had to get them tonight. We drank a few brews and came back to camp about 10:00.
I didn’t get a letter today—two tomorrow I hope.
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This is a funny letter, I know, but I can’t seem to think of a thing to say. Nothing ever happens. I can tell you that I love you tho. I never stop doing or telling you that. I wish I could think of some new way to express the way I feel about you—I imagine you get tired of the same old “stuff”—I hope not tho—because if I have to write it any different I guess I’ll have to write it in a foreign language or something. Anyway—Guess you know that—
I Love you more then anyone or anything else and I know there is nothing that can change (any) the way I feel about you.
Goodnight Sweetheart
I Love You
x Walt x
x xxxx xxx
