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May 4, ’42
It is a little late and I may not get much written, so, if I end abruptly you’ll know why.
I walked over to Camp Funston tonight (2 mi.) to pick up my summer breeches I am having altered. I didn’t get them as they weren’t done. I got a little exercise from it tho—a four mile walk—don’t mean a thing to me anymore, I could walk 15 just as easy.
I still am thinking about that ‘phone call,—hope it didn’t disappoint you
you to much.
I hope my breeches are finished
tommory tomorrow—we haven’t recieved orders to wear summer issue yet but may at any moment.
I went to school again today—you know me it is getting rather monotonous,—Say there is more o’s in that then I think belongs—I’m not sure.
It was a very nice day today, it will be a fine day tomorrow if it is as fine a day as today.
Am I nuts or am I nuts? Don’t answer that.
There is a poker game in the barracks—I guess that is why the light is on a little longer—There is a Sgt. playing. You can say you have recieved letters written under all conditions.
Well Honey—much as I hate to
I guess I will have to
I love you
more then ever
x Walt x
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x Walt x