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Hi Old Sweetheart;
My winsome and cheery lass, oh how the mouth waters for a drink--(not water, lime juice or rum or tea, but the old mixed Coca Cola) Speaking of mixed drinks, did your friend ever suspect us of imbibing his two pints. If your history is up, you probably know that every noon we receive a tot of rum. Tis cut with water, but two gives one a swell start on a speed run. When a chaps birthday rolls around, all the matloes (coolies)give him sippers from their tots. Yes, he drinks, blinks and after a time staggers away. No wonder life expectancy is shorter than ours. This drinking is carried on by the officers too, only on a nicer scale. They have a bar, open most of the time. (What this leads up to is a tale) Since partaking of the spirits is customary, some go all out for keeping up the tradition. There was a ship, which as ships do, sailed and sailed and sailed. Now this was a modern vessal and it had a distillary (water) aboard, but after weeks and weeks upon the main, this plant began to weaken. It got very bad, the water that it converted from salt to fresh, ceased to convert. Bad water, one of the sailors nightmares was all there could be had to drink. After three days of enduring the torturous conditions of thirst, the machinery was finally repaired. They sailed peacefully on for a foo more weeks and eventually arrived at their destination. Upon arrival reports had to be submitted and one was requested from the ships Medical officer concerning the days of bad water. The Doctor in his favorite haunt, the bar, turned aghast to his compatriot in arms and exclaimed, “My God, what bad water.” Now I’m not saying that the old boy drank too much, but damn few people go three days without so much as tasting water.
Sure feel good tonite snotnose. Would like to be driving up the hill right now to make a pick-up. Grab an old room-mate from the college of knowledge and his gal, and off to the
mix shop we’d spin. Some small bottles or a big one, then to the Spanish Castle for an evening of gayity. After the dance was over, after etc--, to the country, home of a fellow worker of yourn. Ah sweet memories, they are recaptured in mind, but never the same in body. By the fireplace with a couple of fresh logs, in the orchard, or on the great rolling front lawn; Gad but twould be a lovely eve (or morn) to be with you. So nice, that when Oot and Marj get engaged or married, hours for to invest a sou or two in a small gift. (Something we can borrow back or help drink up sometime.)
Haven’t written home for months, square the parents of this protege away, will you?
All my Love
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/C
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