At Sea;
Hello Sweetheart;
The hand feels stiff and cramped; the head seems free of many thoughts. Tis only a few days since I’ve written to thee, but the old thoughts remain. Still in love, and growing more so as the days pass into months. When at night, before the sleep overtakes me, you seem so near that I can almost hear your breathing. I reach to take you into my arms, but like a myth, your never really true. Someday------
You know it’s funny how one thinks of home. The home in Nebraska and also the abode in Seattle are almost forgotten, but a place that we never owned I always think of. I think not of the living rooms or the kitchen nor the bedrooms, but of the basement. One great long partitioned off section with the fire-place attached. In this basement there should be a pool table, divan, easy chairs, bridge set including chairs, an ice box (refrigerator) book cases, ash trays combined in glass holding stands and any other things which may come to the mind. Back to the original copy. Twas Leo’s basement. It had none of the aforesaid things except fire place and book space, but it’s exactly what we need in our house.
Leo, sometimes I think of him. Have they ever recieved word or found his body? Tis funny that the army wouldn’t take him, wonderful lad. We once corresponded quite frequently he always seemed rather sad about being color blind. He jumped from one commercial airline to another, then finally received the test pilots job. Not exactly what he’d had in mind, but stayed quite a while. The last letter he wrote said that some S.A. country and China had sent offers. Damn the little brown fellows for shoving him earthward. You’d have like him, the damned lover.
Hey old snotnose, have you been putting deep concentration on the post-war world. I find it quite essential, because in the last five years---thinking for oneself just hasn’t been the proper thing. Some philosopher once stated, “A wife is to assist in dragging the cart, not to ride upon the load.” (Don’t believe you use the quotation marks are used unless the sentence is verbatim. It isn’t quite.) Your a business gal and I’m practically a poor country cold; therefore assistance and guidance will be sincerely needed. In return for your mental push, I will move your furniture, eat your experiments, keep you warm in bed, and arouse you gently in the morn. Tis a fair bargain me proud and lovely lass, so keep it in mind.
I love you
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/C
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