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September 23, 1968.  Fort Bragg, North Carolina.


Hi Reet!

Well, I saw Bob for the last time this weekend.  He’s leaving tomorrow.  I don’t know if he’ll be getting home or not, but if he does you’ll see him before you get this.  And it looks like he’s getting stationed in Kansas City.  You might see him more often then.  I know I’m sure going to miss not seeing him now.  It sure made time go by fast.  If it’ll keep going fast until I see you again I’ll be happy.

We moved again today, for the fourth time.  We only moved a couple barracks from where we were before, but spent the whole day doing it.  Clay and I grabbed a corner bunk, so the first thing I did was hang your picture on the wall.  It sure makes these dumps look a lot better.  You’ll also be watching me dress and undress every day.  Thought you’d be happy to hear that.  So will Clay’s girl, but that makes it more interesting.

So how is college going Hon?  You’ll have to tell me about the courses you’re taking and if you like it.  Do you realize I don’t know anything about what’s going on there?  You’ve got a lot to tell me.

If you happen to run into Jeannie on campus say hi to her for me and tell her I’ve been meaning to write.  Told her I would when I was home, but… you know how I get sometimes.  Tell her not to give up yet.  And I hope I can do a better job of writing you now too Honey.  It’s hard to write with thirty guys yelling and screaming around you.  Now I’ve got a room I can go to for a little privacy.  So don’t be surprised if you start getting a few more letters.

Honey, you don’t know how lucky I feel to have you.  A lot of guys have got Dear Johns since I came into the service, or found out their girls were stepping out on them.  It makes me so glad to have a wonderful girl like you and to know I don’t have to worry about it like lots of guys do.  I love you Rita, and I have such a strong faith in our shared love that I don’t have to live in fear that I’ll lose you, but rather I live for the day we can get marriedAnd I hope you can feel the same way Hon, ’cause it’s the greatest feeling in the world.  I love you Rita, with all my heart.

I’m going to close now and hit the sack and dream of you, like always.  So long, Honey.

Love,

Jeff


PS. Clay said to send you his love, then decided he’d better just say Hi.  I think it was the dirty look I gave him that changed his mind.

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Jeff and Rita on her 17th Birthday

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