June 10, 1969. Camp Evans, Vietnam.
Dear Rita,
I’m being yelled at to turn out the lights and go to bed, but I want to get off a quick letter to you. It won’t be long but I’ve been thinking of you and feel like scrawling a few lines. I finally found a box for your birthday present and got that ready to go. I’ll send it in the morning. Remember, I don’t want you opening it until the day of your birthday. I also got some slides and a tape ready to send the folks. So you’ll have some more slides to look at. We are definitely going to have to pick up a projector in the future.
A guy who used to be here with us was wounded in a mortar attack at a fire base last night. A friend of his was killed. Things are getting hot over here (not where I am).
The letter I got from you tonight I’ll have to answer tomorrow. Maybe then I’ll have two, huh?
Must turn in now. I’ll try to get a nice long one off next. I love you Rita. Always remember that.
Your Love is My Life!
Jeff
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