Spitball Army

Cali kid visits Texas family. At the lunch feast, boiled okra squirms in the serving bowl. He doesn’t know what to do with it.

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To be fair, I did see two candied fruit loaf factories as I drove through Claxton on 25 August 2010.

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We waited and waited for Tamra to wriggle free from her desk, but the phone kept ringing and people kept asking her questions and bringing her paperwork.  So, we escaped for a quick lunch without her.  When we returned, this little post-it note was affixed to my computer screen. Tamra died of starvation. Here are […]

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I have no idea what the censor will pass so you’ll just have to follow the 3rd Amphibious Corps or the 1st Marines Division in the newspaper. If the papers know what the outfit is doing, you can bet that I’m right there with them.

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I don’t know how much I can write so I won’t write much. Someday I should be able to tell you all about it. All I can say is that I participated in the landing on Okinawa.

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I almost ate too much candy yesterday. I ate the biggest half of 2 pounds of hard candy. It was good, but it almost got me down. I was munching on it all afternoon and last night.

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You don’t know how much it means to me to know beyond a doubt that you are waiting waiting for me, trusting me and loving me. I feel sorry for those who have no one waiting for them – those that have no one to love.

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The more I think and dream, the more I want you. It seems like I spend most of my time dreaming.

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I got my glasses O.K. You should see them. I doubt if you would like them any more than I do. They are GI glasses of course – made to take punishment not to look decent.

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Va al camioneta de los tacos cada semana para practicar su español, pero el tipo que vende tortas sólo hablar con él en Inglés.

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