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I Love You,
Sept. 20, 1942
How is my Honey this Sunny Sunday afternoon. We had to work all morning cleaning our barracks, and until 2:00 this afternoon. Everything is in pretty good shape now and I’m sitting on my bunk almost “naked.” Can you imagine? Tsk. tsk.
It is a beautiful day in Kansas. Sun is bright—but it isn’t a bit hot—it is almost cool. The nights are very cold. I (illegible cross out) know a sweet little “gurl” bank in O-hi-o that I wish had of been cuddling up close to me to keep me warm and vice versa. Do you know her—indeed you do. I’m about to try and find her soon, maybe she will keep me warm—reckon so?
I’m afraid I’m going to have to put some clothes on pretty soon—the breeze is kind of chilly right now.
“G.I.” just means “Gov’t. Issue”—we apply it quite a bit around here.
You sure must be reading a good book, I never have time to read anymore, always something to do.
Fields will sleep right alongside of me when he gets back—Schiewts or Shitzs or Swits or however you spell it is on the other side and then Pierce.—Pretty good line up isn’t it?
I guess I will sign off for now Honey—can’t
thing think of much to say today anyway—So will close for awhile anyway—may write more later.
Good Afternoon Sweetheart
I Love You
x Walt x
x xxxx xxx