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May 7, 1942
Here I am again, sitting on my bunk and writing a letter to my Honey—I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do tho—She’s my Honey—I’ve said that twice now, that ought to be enough for one night unh?
This old pen of mine is sure running in high gear tonight—I can’t write as fast as it pumps the ink—I never thought I’d put as many miles on it as I have—but when a guy has a sweetheart like mine he often does things he never expected to do. I never liked to write before—but I’m sure glad I went to school a year or two. I don’t mind writing to you at all, I like it. [Above line to indicate new paragraph: Par—Ha] I went to school again as usual—same old routine.
Say—How did Mildred and Pauls case turn out anyway—You keep speaking
of them, but I don’t remember you saying how it all ended, or has it ended.
I have some studing to do tonight and will probably have to sign off early.
We had a hot summer day—Sky is still clear—probably “hotter” tomorrow.
Recieved a letter from O.B. Hawkins today. + 1 buck=O.K. unh?
I must say
I love you
x Walt x
(x xxxx xxx)
To my faithful sweetheart—one kiss ( )
I Love Her
x Walt x
I Love You xxxxxxx