April 11, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.


Hi Wife!

Really don’t have much to say, but I was thinking of you so I thought I’d write a few lines. Didn’t have to work tonight for a change so it’s still early. Just finished my shower and really feel good. A couple of beers helped too.

The beer came from a new club. Just open tonight — in fact the whole thing was put up today. It’s a tent with benches made out of ammo boxes, but it’s not bad for around here. The beer is even halfway cold, not that anyone would mind if it wasn’t. It’s got a bar in one corner with the record player and TV.  Pictures from magazines like Playboy are pasted up all around to give it some atmosphere. It may not sound like much, but it’s sure welcome to us.

I suppose I should tell you that Clay’s ship crashed yesterday. He’s fine, as is everyone else on board except for one sprained back. They had a tail rotor failure and went down on the beach in soft sand. It had been anywhere else they would have been killed. They totaled out the ship completely so we’re down to 10 ships now. Less work for us maintenance people.

Got a letter from you last night. From the sound of it you were probably back home a couple days ago. Must have found quite a bit of mail from me, huh? Sure hope it all got there.

I heard about floods in Soo Foo* on the radio today (yes, we do get a couple of stations run by the Army). How are things around Brookings? Hope they’re not too bad, but I bet there’s a lot of water there, right?

Best close now and do some washing. The laundry service here is so slow and so lousy we just do our own. It gets cleaner that way too.

Sure wish I could be there with you honey. I’m thinking of you more and more all the time. And I pray that this year will pass swiftly and safely for both of us. I love you with all my heart.

Your Husband,



*Sioux Falls