Dear Sweetie;
Tis hot this eve, no wind, as as the sun dips seaward, relief closes down with the dusk. Funny how you can like and dislike the tropics simultaneously. The nights are generally nice, even to the point of chilly. Wear old zipper jacket in the late eve. Funny lad to look at now. Shorts to the extreme, an old skivvy shirt, green baseball hat and a la Martini sandals. (A pair of my marine brogans cut off, around, holed and de-soled) Yes, the uniform sounds funny,
but this navy makes it regulation. The reason we stopped shorts was because of the deaths resulting during the P.H. blitz. All of the lads that lacked covering for their appendages were fairly fit for eating after a close blast. It seems that the heat wont hurt your skin if it has even the slightest covering, but if not to quote “Your bare is cooked.”
Am sure feeling sorry for the poor nite club owners, employees and patrons of the country we call home. My Gawd, how does F.D.R. expect Cholly Knickerbocker, Lucious
Beebe and the rest of cafe Sasciety to survive. I’m rather like the soldier in a pic I saw recently. (Twas Mauldin) This chap is lying in a muddy foxhole looking at an issue of “Yank”. His buddy is lying close by and to this chap he quips, “Sure its hell, no place to go after midnight. No place that is except to a nice warm home with a nice warm, clean, comfortable bed.” Pains me to say this to you my leetle yalla rosebud, but we are about half out for an all out war. These words are the authors opinion madam, and in no way reflect upon the concern by which he is employed. Speaking of employment, sooner or later a definate plan must be established as to the future of we-uns. Tother day I commented on the future and my Ouiji board say long time no see. No nonsense now hon, do you think we should be joined in holy and stuff the next leave? Besides wanting to, but not being rich enough I think my lord if this lasts another four or five yar. Do you believe that to be impossible, eh? Russia moved her heavy industries thousands of miles to avoid the ravages of aircraft. Can, or has Japan done that via her Manchurian province. If she will or has, the war will go for yars and yars. You think Sweetie, I trust you much more than myself.
Tonite I do so long to be near you.
Goodnite with
Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/C
[Attached to letter, typed]
ALL POETS ARE LOVERS OR VISA-VERSA, BUT THIS LITTLE GIZ IS OF LOVE.
WITH BRASSARD BAND, CAP, AND SOLDIERS CLOTHES,
I COME, THE NEW M.P.
I ARE FOR NOBODY, NO NOT I,
AND NO BODY CARES FOR ME.
NOW HERES A LITTLE DITTY THAT I PICKED UP WHILE BROWSING THRU’ SHAKESPEARE OR SOME WHERE SIMILIAR.
LOVERS IN PEACETIME,
WITH FIFTY YEARS TO LOVE.
HAVE TIME TO TEASE AND QUARREL
AND QUESTION WHAT TO GIVE,
BUT LOVERS IN WARTIME
BETTER UNDERSTAND
THE FULLNESS OF LIVING.
WITH DEATH CLOSE AT HAND.
(SO ABSORBED IN THE POEM, FORGOT ABOUT THE SPACING. PLEASE RECTIFY.)
[Along edge]
THIS IS TO REPEAT, DO NOT ‘REPEAT’ NOT, WRITE UNTIL I GIBE A NEW ADDRESS. SAVE THEM FOR ME.
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