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May 26, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.

Hi Reet

I’m sitting here on my cot being eaten alive by bugs and I ran out of bug spray.  I hope you appreciate the utter agony I’m enduring to write you this letter.  I guess it would be the same if I wasn’t writing, except then I would have both hands free to slap them.

I just got back from visiting Clay.  He’s feeling fine and wants to come back to the unit.  Of course he wouldn’t be able to do much for a while, but at least he’d feel more at home.  He’s awfully bored there.

Kim went to see the doctor today too.  He figured out he has athletes foot — on his ear.  It could only happen to Kim.  It bothers him a lot though, and seems to be spreading.  He’s been getting a lot of crap about it too.

Our battery seems to collect casualties right here at Evans, without ever going to the field.  Bill, Clay, and Kim I told you about.  Another guy had a piece of burning match fly in his eye .  Another one went to Da Nang for a day — 2 weeks ago.  He hasn’t been heard from since.  Still another split his foot open stumbling around in the dark going to the showers.  At this rate, who needs Charlie?

Things have slowed up a bit this week.  All the ships are flying and we’ve only had minor maintenance to pull.  We still have to fill sandbags in the evening, but we keep running out.  Funny thing.  It seems that three or four empty bags accidentally get shoved in every one we fill.  Can’t figure out how that happens.

I got your last package the other day, so now I’m busy munching sunflower seeds.  The fudge is real good, although a little gooey.  I put it in the refrigerator next door, so it’s better now.

I also received the pictures you sent.  Boy do they make me homesick for you and our trailer.  They really brought back the memories.  When I saw them it hit me harder than ever how much I miss you.  I love you Rita, and I want everything to be just like it was then — just the two of us in our own home again.  But it won’t even take that to make me happy.  Just as soon as you are my arms again I’ll be the happiest man in the world.

Must close now and get some sleep.  I’ll be dreaming about you honey.  I love you!



PS.  Get that picture taken of you in your négligée.  Immediately!  Take a whole roll so I won’t have to wait.

PS again — only 299 days to go!

Jeff and Rita on her 17th Birthday


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