June 26, 1968.  Fort Eustis, Newport News, Virginia.

Hi Beautiful!

All week I never got a letter from you, then Bam! three at one time this afternoon. Really made my day.  I sat right down and read them all, even if I was supposed to be working.  The general couldn’t have made me stop.

Boy, that storm really sounds like a winner!  And I always miss the excitement around there.

The weather around here is just hot or hotter, with plenty of humidity.  Since Saturday it’s been well over 90° all the time, with temperatures as high as 108°.  We sweat all the time, and five minutes after we take a shower we’re wringing wet again.  It’s downright miserable.  Even at two in the morning it’s so hot I sweat like it’s going out of style.  Only good thing about it is we haven’t been having four o’clock formations and inspections.  Half the company would pass out standing at attention in this heat.

Say, you’d better tell Bob to keep his grubby mind off skinny dipping, because you aren’t going to, right?  At least not with him.  Seriously hon, if you and Bob did, I couldn’t be too mad.  Anyone else and I’d be highly pissed off though.  I’m sure you never would though, even with Bob.  I can’t wait until we do ourselves.

Rita, you don’t know how much I miss you and love you, and how I dream of being with you again.  I want to hold you and kiss you and tell you myself how much I love you.  And I want to make love to you again.  Honey, it’s been so long since we’ve been able to share something like that.  I’m just waiting for the day when we can share our lives completely and forever.  That day can’t come soon enough for me.

About what Vicki said about us getting married while I’m home – don’t think I haven’t thought about it.  In fact, I think it’s a great idea, except for the fact that I’ll be gone for a year and we’d be pretty hard up financially.  I figure we can spend a year apart looking forward to marriage just as easy or easier than separation after marriage.  Sure wish it were possible though!

Hon, don’t get your hair cut anymore before I come home, please?  The way it was cut in that picture you sent me was okay, but anymore is just too short for me.  And knowing the way you get carried away with those haircuts, my hair is probably just as long as yours now.  Maybe I’ll get a Yule Brenner type haircut just before I come home.  That would serve you right.  Of course I’d hate to get laughed out of town too.

One week from tomorrow (whoops, today) Bob should be here.  No, one week from yesterday.  At any rate, next Wednesday night or Thursday morning I’m going to talk to the first Sergeant and see if I can get off at two o’clock in the morning, if Bob’s here by then.  Just wish we didn’t have classes Friday.  Bob still hasn’t told me where he’ll be stationed so I don’t know if we’ll be able to get together once in awhile or not after the fourth.  Hope we can.

I’m going to have to close since it’s 2:30 in the morning now.  Remember, my love for you grows each day.  I love you Rita!