June 4, 1968.  Fort Eustis, Newport News, Virginia.

Hi Beautiful,

I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.  Because some damn warrant officer wasn’t on the ball, those of us who wanted to be instructors got the shaft.  He didn’t get our names in in time, so we can’t be kept here as instructors.  We’ll probably get orders to Nam like everyone else.  I’m going to check around and see what I can do about it, but I don’t think it’ll do any good.  It really pisses me off.  I guess I was counting on it too much, and you can’t do that in the Army.

Now I think it’s too late to sign up for airborne too.  Hey, just a second — a couple of us are going to talk to that officer tomorrow and see what strings can be pulled.  I’ll finish this when I know more, okay?

Okay, this is Wednesday and I know more but none of it’s good.  No chance of being an instructor hon.  Blows all my hopes all to hell.  The only good thing about it is I’ll get to come home during the summer.

I got a letter from you today, and I’ve read it about ten times already.  Now I’ll answer some of your questions.

About putting an announcement in the paper — that’s fine with me.  See what your mom thinks about it.  When you do, be sure to send me a copy though, okay?  And don’t forget to send a picture of the ring.  I just wish we could set a date, and the sooner the better.  But I’m afraid we’ll have to wait and see what happens for now.

Glad to hear you got your teeth fixed up.  But why did the fillings in front have to come out?  There was only one that I ever noticed.

About Gene C. Where in Virginia is he going to be stationed?  Try to get his address for me, or give him mine, okay?  The only place I know of where Marines are stationed around here is only about 30 miles away.

Honey, would you do me a favor?  Would you tape that Letterman album again and send it to me?  Mine’s just about worn out it’s been played so much.  And any other cool songs you can.  Mine wasn’t recorded with enough volume either.  Maybe you could do a better job.  It sure is a popular album (tape) around here.

My tape recorder has gone on the blink.  It plays, but with only about half the volume it should have.  And now it won’t record.  It worked fine Saturday when I made that tape to you, but it sure ain’t now.

I just remembered about that letter from your mom.  I’ll try to remember to enclose it with this letter, but if it isn’t, you’ll have to remind me again.  I want it back too, okay?

I got to take a test in a few minutes, so I’ll have to close now.  Remember — my love for you is with you even if I’m not.  It grows daily until I can’t believe it.  I love you, Rita, and will forever.

Love,

Jeff

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