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May 11, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.

Dear Wife!

I’m going to start this now, but I’m not sure if I’ll get it finished.  I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that we’re going to have to work tonight.  I worked last night until about 2:30, so I’m kind of tired.  Got off to grab a couple more hours this morning go.  That helped.

Haven’t really done much today, which surprised me.  Even sat down and played cards for a while this afternoon — no one pushed us today which was nice for a change.

Didn’t get any mail from you today or yesterday, so I figure on a couple tomorrow they seem to come in spurts of two or three at a time with a day off in between.  I seem to be getting better service than a lot of guys though.

Honey, you said in one of your last letters that you were going to spend your life making me happy and proud of you.  Rita, I don’t think you could make me any happier or prouder of you than I am now.  And I know you’ll always make me happy, just because you’re the way you are — proud, because you’re my wife.  And I know our love will always remain strong and as beautiful as it is now.  I love you Rita, with all my heart.

I was right — we have to work.  Darn!  I’m just going to send this the way it is.  I’ll try to get a longer one off tomorrow, but that’s no promise.  I’ve found it’s easier said than done.

Goodnight, Reet.



PS.  Where’s that picture of you in your negligee?!!!

Jeff and Rita on her 17th Birthday


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