November 18, 1968.  Fort Bragg, North Carolina.

Hi Beautiful!

Once again I have resisted temptation and didn’t go to town tonight.  A bunch of guys tried hard enough to get me to go, but I just had to stay here and write my fiancé.  It’s been nearly 2 weeks since I’ve been to town.  Pretty good, huh?

I got another letter from you today.  You’re doing pretty good lately.  Keep up the good work and I’ll try to do the same.

We found out about leaves today honey.  I can get a leave from December 20 to January 3 if I want it.  Or I could wait and take a leave about the end of January and the first part of February.  If I wait I would get a little longer one then.  If I take it at Christmas I may or may not get a few more days before I go over.  I haven’t made a decision yet – I figured I’d wait and see what you thought about getting married.  If we are going to get married I’ll wait and take it all later.  I don’t know if I could stand being away from you that much longer, but it would be worth it in the end.

You said you were glad I wanted a baby as soon as possible after we’re married.  I really meant it and I still do, but it’s the same way I feel about getting married.  Part of me says to wait, but my love for you says don’t wait.  So the only thing I’ll say now is that we definitely won’t get you pregnant before I go overseas, whether were married or not, right?

Today a friend of mine named Dzeich ( pronounced “dish”) [and I] were talking and I said something about how I’d like to have you come out here for Christmas if I didn’t go home.  He said if you did you could stay with him and his wife, and he’d see that we got plenty of time alone together.  It sounded great, but when I thought of the money involved I guess it’s not too practical.  Besides, then both of us would be away from our families for Christmas, even if we work together.  It was a nice thought though.

Say, about those pictures your mother took – you’d best send me some and I don’t care if you like them or not!  And you must have taken more than one of you in long hair, so send a couple more of those too, please honey?

I just reread what I’ve written so far, and I realized that I haven’t told you I love you yet.  I love you, Rita!  But even if it’s not said in so many words, every line in every letter has that thought behind it.  I love you, Reet, with all my heart.  If there were any way to tell you in better words I would, but I can’t find them.  I love you!

I’m going to have to close now, hon.  But I’ll be thinking of you every minute until were together again.  And when we’re finally together forever, I’ll be the happiest guy in the world.

All my love,


PS.  Honey, have you been able to save any of that thirty dollars yet?  I’m probably going to need it next month.

EDIT: This was supposed to be posted April 2, not April 1.  No more posts until next week.