Editor’s note: Cy went to Nogales, Az. to stay with his cousins, the Fasts, for the Christmas break.
12/28/39
Randolph Field, Tx
Co. C, Rm 16
Darling:
Am In an uproar. Nothing serious, but just a lot of work. I’ve been trying to write ever since I got back.
First, I like the picture, but I’m going to have to get one a little later with a little more smile. My honey is very serious about some things, but she looks much more alive and natural when smiling.
I haven’t yet received your wire. Did it go to Arizona or here?
Angel, don’t ever worry about me. If anything should ever happen, which it won’t, you’ll hear about it all too soon. In this game, no news is always good news. This applies even to me, for when doing alright, nothing is said. When they start telling you what’s going on, it is time to be careful.
John wrote that he was going out with you. Wish I could have been there. A cooky duster! What the hell did he use for raw material? Did he have it grafted or tattooed on? Boy, am I going to razz him!
No news from Willy. So the office party must have been fairly tame. Honey, you conducted yourself beautifully and I’m proud of you.
My Christmas was great sport. I left S.A. at 2 PM Friday and got into Tucson Saturday night. Carrols, who are staying with Blen and John, met me and drove me down to Nogales. The place is beautiful. It is adobe with good paint and plaster over it. Floors are concrete and everything is done in light shades. Woodwork is natural color. They have everything from a swimming pool to a phone-radio combination. Nothing elaborate, but everything just so. The country is marvelous. We had snow on the mountain peaks Christmas morning and the air temperature was just brisk. The town of Nogales has everything you could ask for, even if it is half or more Mexican. Christmas Eve, they had a couple of couples in for dinner. They were Winnie and Louis???? And Cy and Beulah Harkins. The two know Sis. We had a hell of a good time. I played Santa Claus and delivered the presents after dinner.
I got a big kick out of John. He was certainly a sad specimen when I got there, but after a day of rag-chewing, he began to look like himself. I hope he didn’t have a relapse after I left.
Honey! Nix on that engagement ring. For two reasons. One, I’m not superstitious, but I never liked the flavor of anything connected with the CFS Sr.,* and still don’t. The other is that if you ever get one, I want it to be definitely mine. Take it back to Nena and leave it there.
Now for the news here. When I got back, I found the lower class pouring in. Being a Sgt, I got a squad to educate and process. I’ve been about nuts with them. They’re good kids, but there is so much to teach them. I don’t want them to go through the hell I got for not being given the right advice.
Well, Darling, it starts all over in a few minutes. I had my 20 hour check this morning, and passed it ok. That means I am in for another couple of weeks or so, barring something drastic. I’m beginning to get the feel of these crates.
Darling, I’ll miss you new years. Everyone is going to be good this year, for we don’t get paid until after the first, and Xmas left us all broke.
Lots of love, Cy.
*Charles F. Sharrard, Sr., Nena’s former husband.