Dearest Sweetie;
Happy am I, that the Royal guardians have not relieved me of the privilage of leaving the cinema. Not when it ends, but at any time during the show.
Today, the envy of several lads, I almost reached the sailors something or other. Temptin, tender, not dainty, not buxom, just the right size for King Love. As I passed down the passageway, all eyes glanced my way. Tis nice to have your bit of glory and eat it too. Now the steak was lucious looking, practically a filet, the very best that this chap
has gazed upon in his Naval career. I set down next to the large fellow and after our usual trivial formalities, proceeded with the dinner. (Pass butter, red lead, salt, pepper, move down, watch the knife Jack, your junior Red go get water, etc) After testing the seasoned articles, I placed my polished cutlery upon said dead cow. (Cow is very misleading, her or he was veddy young.) Now I carved as a gentleman (rather vain, that belongs strictly to the officer, not coolie slanguage) would, took my dainty bite and completed another round of testing. The second cut was where my story stops its maddening pace and falls into the melerdramer series. A firm hold on both eating utensils and the slash--the scream---the fall. Saddened in mind and heart, I watched my precious steak ‘go south’ across the greasy deck. A terrible letdown hon., twas the best piece I have ever seen. (The regulation mess cook’s speech is, “ no Mac there ain’t no more seconds on meat, ya want more spuds (dehydrated) or beans.) This little speech is always final, unless by chance they are signal strikers, then their time will come.
My but I’d like to be with my honey tonight. I haven’t gambled, (no money) drank beer (same) or did anything out of ordinary since payday.
Read Bob Hope’s masterpiece (unabridged) yesterday, very witty in spots. (and stop shivering, I’m not going to quote) He’s really a sharp lad, some to deep for this coolie, but most of it I can absorbe.
Large John’s latest favorite concerns his leaving a quart of blood for security when (Damndable little word isn’t it) ever he borrows something from you.
I Love Sweetie
P.S. Standby for a change
of stationary. Always
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM 2/C
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