12/17/39 Attach parade photo from paper
Randolph Field, Tx.
Hi Toots:
So Bill is having trouble with Evelyn! Boy, I’m glad I’m not there for I fear I should too frequently get roped in. Speaking of “the Women”, I think I know whom Spank was thinking of. It’s darned nice to hear you still want your engineer. They’re a funny bunch, but still the ones who make the world go ‘round.
The enclosure will cover part of the Xmas outlay. Darling, I don’t know how I’ll ever get along without you. Don’t get me anything. I haven’t a place to put a thing here, and I’d rather, much rather, you’d stick it on your debts.
The dance last night was fair. Don’t faint, but outside of a bottle of sauterne for supper, I didn’t drink a thing! Of course, it wasn’t my fault. We got in a dance fog (weather bureau will substantiate this) about day-break, and I slept all day. This afternoon we had a review for the GATP (Great American Tax-Payer). It was pretty and no one dropped his rifle or staggered too perceptibly. Even the band (drum & bugle corps) did ok with only one flat note.
Most of last evening was spent ducking a couple of pests who wanted me to write some poetry. I had to write some for the upperclass for mess, and it got around that I was pretty good. Finally, at 4:00 A.M. I dashed off a few lousy lines on the back of a “Black & White” label. That quieted everybody as it was so rotten they didn’t want any more. But here’s some for you that isn’t quite so bad. The inspiration makes the difference.
To be with you, to hold you tight
To keep you ever in my sight,
To kiss your arms, your lips, each breast,
To sleep with you in peaceful rest,
To have a home to call our own,
For precious moments all alone:
When all of these I can acquire
There’s nothing else I shall require.
I do miss you, angel.
Well, it looks like I don’t get any rank down here. I’m told by those who know that it doesn’t make much difference. But I am a little disappointed. Although I probably would have made just as good grades in primary regardless, I almost permitted myself to count on it. Had I been a couple of inches taller I probably would have come out on top.
There isn’t much choice in the matter of cards around here, so you’d better get some for our gifts and “forge” my signature. It won’t be hard. Just make a scrawl no one can read and they’ll say “Oh, it’s from Cy!”
I sent out 2 dozen Xmas cards this year and I hope I covered everything. Since our vacation is so short, I believe I shall spend it here. It will cost me as much in the long run, but I’ll get some rest. Tom and most of the rest of the gang will be here.
The pictures are not so hot. It was the first time I ever used that camera. Maybe I can get some better ones later.
Please acknowledge the enclosure. I haven’t a chance of getting to the Post Office for a money order, and I am a little afraid of sending cash this way, but it can’t be helped.
Well, Darling, it is time to stop, for I can’t think of anything else to say.
I love you, Cy.