Bowling Green Kentucky.

Aug - 2 - 43

Dearest wife

            Well I’m back in Kentucky now. How long we will be here I can’t say. I don’t know. Maybe two weeks or maybe a month. We are still on maneuvers here. We are set up near and around Bowling Green Airport. Well as usual I’m out in the country messing around with the darned radio. We are to report planes, and I haven’t seen one since we left the airfield.

Well I haven’t had any mail since Friday but I’m not worried because no one else has. Maybe we will get some today.

            Boy was this place a mess when we got here yesterday. It had rained about all day and was muddier than I don’t know what. I slept in some fellow’s barn where it was dry last night. We had to start to lay wire yesterday and we were all wet. I got a brier in my finger, and it’s kind of hard to write. As usual news is scarce here. We are all wondering where or what we will do after these maneuvers are over. One never knows, does one.

            Honey I still think about you all the time. I know it’s hard to write when there isn’t much news. I’m here wondering what to write about. In your last letter you said something about getting and looking for another job. You said you wanted someone to tell you what to do. Marge, I can’t tell you what to do. That’s something you will have to figure out for yourself. I wish I was home and could stay there. Then maybe you wouldn’t get that way. Sometimes I wonder if we will even get back the way we were before I came to the army. Someday probably I will know how you feel cause most of the fellows here aren’t satisfied either. There’s one big difference though. You can still do as you want to or feel like, and we do as they tell us.

            Well Saturday was payday, but we didn’t get paid. We are all to get paid today, but I doubt it. Oh well we will someday. I’m running around here in my bare feet. I’ve another dose of poison ivy and my shoes and socks make it itch. This is some life. If it isn’t chiggers biting your poison ivy or the “sh**s” Ha Ha

            Well it’s now 4 45 PM Bulova watch time. Pop told me not to let a hog eat this watch. I think more of my watch every day. Well Marge I’m going to close this today. Honey I love you more than any other person in this old world. I want you to trust me even if you don’t hear from me. I’ll try to write every chance I get. Be good and I’ll be seeing you. You’re still the sweetest person in the world even if you do get mad. I love you.

                                                                                                                                    Ralph

 

This is a real mushy sweet kiss

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