June 10, 1968.  Fort Eustis, Newport News, Virginia.


Hi Beautiful!

We got an hour off before chow tonight so I thought I’d write.  Got a letter from you today, so I’m happy.  It makes my day to hear from you.

I was going to tell you this before, but it always slipped my mind.  There’s a guy in my class with a couple guitars.  Last weekend a guy in my squad and I borrowed them just to horse around with.  He’s a pretty good player and was trying to teach me.  After goofing around for a while and just singing parts of a few songs, we decided to tape one just for the heck of it.  I borrowed a recorder and recorded “Where Have All the Flowers Gone,” and it sounded pretty good!  Then the guy who owned the recorder came in and the three of us recorded “Michael.”  We tried others but didn’t know all the words.  These two came out pretty good though, and if I ever get my tape to record I’ll send it to you.

Last weekend (yesterday) four of us were planning to go to the service club and use one of their soundproof rooms to record some more songs, but details kept us from doing it.  Will soon though.

Yesterday I had KP all day.  Got off for a couple hours to go to church though.  I was a chaplain’s assistant, which means I ushered.  I volunteered for that hoping I could get out of KP, but I had to go right back on.

When I got off I went to a show, and was planning to come right back and go to bed.  But just as I got back the guy who bought that ’57 Pontiac was just leaving for town to go to a drive-in theater.  So I went along and saw “Bonnie and Clyde” again.  Didn’t get back until 3:00 this morning.  The drive-in sure made me remember when I used to be with you or pick you up at the one in Brookings.  Sure wish you would have been working in there last night.

Well, how do you like your job?  I presume you’ve been working by now haven’t you?  One good thing — if you’re working when I get there I’ll know where to find you, and won’t have to worry about Porky jumping down my throat, right?

Hey did I tell you I got a letter from Bob the other day?  He said he’d get a leave the 12th for sure, so if he isn’t home by the time you get this, he will be real soon.  Make him take you to the lake or something if you catch him when he’s sober.  Sure wish I’d get home when he is, then I’d have two reasons for coming home.  I must say he’s running a very poor second.  Try to find out just when and where he’s going to be out here, since he never gets around to telling me, okay?

I got to study for a while now honey.  It’s the first time we’ve had to study since we got here, and we have a test tonight, so I’d better make use of it.  I’ll write again soon, honey, cause you’re all I ever think of.  And the full moon makes me horny as hell, and just as lonesome.  I love you, Rita, with all my heart.  I love you.

Forever,

Jeff

Thanks to your amazing generosity we should be getting some audio by the end of the year.  I can only hope and pray that we he did get those songs recorded and sent, and they well be some of the first we hear.

I linked “Michael” to the Bobby Darin version because none of the other ones had nearly as much personality.

I have no idea who Porky is or where mom is working at this point.

Ethan

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