Letters 13 & 14 from Basic 1968
Why Does A Man Cuss? I wrote a letter to Frank about the increase in cuss words in his letters to me. The following letter is his explanation for why a man cusses. April 9, 1968 Dear Nancy, Girl, I am severely disappointed in you. I got three letters from you today and the 3rd one, (April 6), made me feel very bad. You know I love you very much and for me to love someone commands a great deal of respect for that person. I respect you more than I have respected anyone in my entire life. I asked you to marry me and be my wife. Nancy marriage to me is one of the most...
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A Unique & Special Letter The next letter is unique and special, Frank decided to write to me on something he thought would be different, but I will let him tell you about it. April 20, 1968 Dear Lou, Isn’t this a novelty? I bet you never expected to get a letter that was written on a bedsheet. Well, I’m not out of paper, I’m not nuts, and I don’t mean anything by it. I just thought that it would be unusual. It is Friday of my 6th week, and my nerves are shot. We don’t get our orders until Wednesday and rumor is the RA’s don’t...
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There is a love that is often unspoken between best friends. Frank and Jimmy shared that unspoken love. My brother, Jimmy Blakley, who is mentioned throughout these chapters as “Jimmy” by me or called “Jim” by Frank in his letters, was also awaiting orders. Frank and Jimmy were best friends who had a deep love and respect for each other before Frank, and I started dating. Frank and Jimmy had even joined the Army on the Buddy System, which meant they were to be stationed together throughout their service time in the Army and included them doing Basic Training...
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The four days leading up to our Wedding Day were full of excitement. Wow! I had Frank in my arms, and it seemed that God had used superglue on our hands, and we could not let go. Things were hectic in Van Vleck, Texas. It seemed like everyone in this town were in some way involved in our wedding. Since the wedding was planned for the evening of May 8, 1968, at the First Methodist Church in Van Vleck, Texas, there was so much to do. It was hard for Frank and me to concentrate on all of the “pomp and circumstance”. All we wanted to do was be alone with each other. It...
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And We’re Gonna Get Married! I tossed and turned all night, trying to go to sleep, but my restless mind would not stop thinking. The excitement and the anticipation that the next evening of becoming Frank’s wife forever, just would not let my mind rest. Of course, that was interlaced with worrisome thoughts about if Frank was okay. Knowing those guys all to well who had taken Frank to the beach for a Bachelor Party had me asking myself many questions. Did they let him drown? Was he tied up to a tree on the courthouse lawn in Bay City? Or worse yet, tied up to that tree in the...
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