[Envelope] [stamped] U.
S. NAVY APR 4 1945
Lt.
P. E. Guckes USNR
CASU
31
C/o Fleet P.O. San Francisco
Mrs.
P.E. Guckes
Orchard
Way
Wayne
Pa
[stamp]
PASSED
BY[initials of census printed]
NAVAL
CENSOR
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[3
page letter]
63
CASU31
9
Fleet P.O. San Francisco
4
March 1945
Darling
-
Since
writing you last several of your letters have caught up with me
12-63-64-65 – telling of getting ready to go to Woodstock – two
from there, and one after you got back. I don't immagine [sic] the
trip was much fun. I'm terribly sorry about the whole thing.
In
one of your letters you mentioned our engagement anniversary and I'll
frankly admit that the date went by. That's not because the occasion
has dimmed in my memory, but rather that no date means any thing out
here. Usually you don't know the date, or even the day of the week,
and I always have to look up a date to put at the head of a letter.
I've told you before that the seasons of the year mean nothing at all
to us and there is nothing to look forward to.
You
speak of seeing 'Our hearts were young & gay” and I saw it a
couple of months ago at Kaneohe. Good Show! Some of our movies are
quite up to date and some are very old. Did I tell you that a few
days ago we had a news reel telling telling us to be sure and mail
our packages to the boys over seas before Oct. 15th?
How
do you know about the article in the April 14th issue of
the Post? Did you see the proofs ahead of time? I'll look for it,
and will probably get the issue about 3 weeks late.
Awfully
glad to hear the little tidbits about various people at home first
mention of familiar names is welcome when you get so completely out
of touch with home! Glad to hear that Betty Shroeder's husband is
back again. She's been alone for a long time. From all I've heard
he's a swell guy, and I'd like to know him. Have you met him?
I
went up to Maui for the day yesterday, intending to see Roger Miller
& Slim Louisville, and saw them both, all right, but it wasn't
much of a visit, as both of them had most horrible hang overs after
three days of informal leave at Honolulu. After the noon meal they
were a little better, but neither was interesting company. Had a
very interesting trip back, riding in the cock pit of a Lock heed
Lodestar, and getting the word on how to handle all the gadgets in a
transport.
Went
over to the Gartley's for a late swim and supper, and had a fine time
except that I got mixed up with a bed of sharp lava rock in the surf
and got scratched and bruised a bit.
Tried
to standup, and gashed my foot, so that today every time I step on it
the darn thing starts to open up, and I limp around like a veteran.
I'm headed out to the pistol range in a few minutes with a couple of
the boys, as this is all for the present.
Be
good and don't stop loving me!
All
my love
Exton
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