Lieut. R.S. Yegerlehner
USN Base Hosp. #4
F.P.O. San Fran. Cal.
Jan. 28, 1943
The only mail today was a letter dated Dec. 28 from Wayne Watson – that makes the third he has written now since I’ve written and do I feel ashamed but I still have very little interest in letter writing. Maybe they will be sore but what do I care as long as Mrs. R.S.Y. isn’t OK. Someday I’ll write them all but I’ve said that so often, I’m telling you it’s the most repulsive thing to even think of writing anyone besides you and I can’t tell why. I owe both Ruths etc. I’ve said all that before. So don’t mind me.
Wayne asked when I was coming home – as if I knew. Sure
[page 2] eighteen months is all the rage but when you associate with men and know others who have been that long or longer all the bright edge is worn off of that 18 mo. stuff and you just wonder. I’m not beafing but just not being too happy about the whole thing. As it stands now there is only 10 days between now and 18 and – so what?
That accordion is getting ready to go again so I’m not sure what I might write. It’s
It’s been about 3 hours since the first part of this. The show came in between – Paris Honeymoon. I had seen it before so didn’t enjoy it much but it was funny so
[page 3] wasn’t so bad.
They just finished a song and some Dr. spoke up and said – “Do you fellows feel as sour as you sound?” I’m inclined to be on his side – It does help pass however so let them sing. Somehow I don’t seem to get much kick out of sing[ing] with them. I feel a little like John used to when he would come home from church and someone didn’t quite hit the right spot.
Well, I guess I’d better stop –
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