June 6, 1969.  Camp Evans, Vietnam.

Hi Beautiful!

Wish I were with you to tell you just how beautiful you are and how much I love you.  That is my biggest dream.  And someday it will come true if I can just live through the waiting. It’s awfully hard at times.  But when the time comes it will be worth the wait.

If my writing looks different it’s because I’m writing on a table for the first time since I got here.  I sneaked off long enough yesterday to slap one together.  After writing on my knee for so long this really feels weird.

I got a letter from you tonight, and, as you said in it, it has been a couple of days since I heard from you.  But the long letter I got tonight more than made up for it.

Clay was just in so I showed him the part of your letter you talked about him.  He said he’d pass up a hug and kiss for now because I just wasn’t his type, but that he’d be sure to collect it in person when he gets back.  I don’t think I like the idea of you hugging and kissing everybody like that though.

Kim says he stopped picking his ears with his feet. He uses his tongue now!

Yes, I know how it is trying to figure out where money has gone or where the money you need will come from.  It’s frustrating.  But the experience will be good for you.  And now maybe you can realize how I felt in North Carolina when I was worrying about food on the table and a roof over our head.  Things worked out fine there and I’m sure they will now.  It’ll be nice to have a little to back us up so things won’t be so tight in our next home.

You mentioned Pat P.’s short hair — the first time I ever saw her she had it the same way.  I couldn’t see what Ward saw in her at the time.

But when her hair grew out and I got to know her better I liked her.  Last time we were home I thought it was real cute.  I hope we see more of them once I’m out.  For relatives living in my own town I sure don’t know Ward very well.

If you find Shirley L.’s address, send it to me.  I don’t know if my last letter will get through to Bill or not.  I’ll write again if I don’t hear something in a week or two.

Clay just bought a tape recorder today.  It’s a good size set and cost him better than $130.  I’d like to pick up a good one for us if money permits before I leave here.  Also a good camera.  I could save a lot of dust on some real good equipment.

I think I told you that Clay’s Barb was pregnant, didn’t I?  Well, she’s going to have the baby and keep it.  Don’t know why they don’t get married in Hawaii — the chaplain would arrange it for Clay.  But, I guess that’s their business.

I really meant to write on the backs of all those pictures, but I kept forgetting to mail them.  When I did remember I just tossed them in the way they were before I forgot again.  I did write on a couple though, didn’t I?

Well, Reet, I think I’d best close pretty quick.  Clay wants to record the music off our (Kim’s and mine) recorder.  Oh, say, if you can, would you get a hold of the Outsiders album Dex has and record for me?  I think you know which one I mean.  I’d really like to hear that again.

So long, honey.  Remember that I love and miss you and you are on my mind 24 hours a day.  I love you.