Two Week R&R

Dear Nancy,

How’s my lover today?  I hope you’re fine.

Hey, I’m off today!  How about that?  I only had to work 30 days this time.  Last night was my night to write to you but I waited till today so I could write a longer letter.  I hope you don’t mind, Darling.

I got your letter today about coming home.  I’ll try and explain somethings to you.  Over here you can put in for a two week leave to the States.  The people that’s been getting them have gotten them in their 8th or 9th month.  I know a few guys that couldn’t get them. 

Another thing.  It cost about $450 for a ticket to the West Coast.  Another $100 to an from Houston.  That’s about $600 for two weeks.  Then three or four months later I’ll be home for good. God knows it’s worth it.  But, if we can wait 9 months another 3 won’t matter.  Also meeting in California will be so much better and we’ll have the money to enjoy ourselves as we both deserve. 

This thing has been eating me up.  I want to come home so much I can hardly stand it.  I miss you so much, sometimes I don’t think I can bear another day of it but I’ve also got to face it maturely and think of the future. We’re going to need all that money when I get out for baby beds, clothes, and food.  Hell yes, I said baby things.  We’re going to have the most beautiful kid anyone ever saw.  I want that kid to have everything.

I also couldn’t come back here.  After being home and having you beside me again, I just couldn’t come back here to this hell.  I hope you’ll understand my reasons.  It’s not that I don’t want to.  I want to see you more than anything in the world.  I hope you won’t be upset with me but I want to have a decent life when we finish this crap.

I don’t want to have to scrape like we’ve had to do all along.  We’re going to be parents and that will be the biggest responsibility we’ve ever had and I want to be able to give that kid the best and his or her mother the best. Please try and understand.  It’s not a rash statement because I’ve thought about it from the first day I got here and I haven’t stopped thinking of it yet. 

I wrestle with it every day and I say “yes” then I think about it for a while and then say “no”.  The next time I see you it has to be for keeps and not for 2 weeks or 30 days but for life. Can’t you understand that I couldn’t bear to leave you again and say goodbye?  I’ll never use the word goodbye again when speaking to you.  So, I’m asking you to think about it and try and understand my reasons. 

I want you to understand me and believe in what I’m doing.  Have faith in me and my decisions.  They may not come out the way we want them to but perhaps it’s the best way. I’ve made the decision not to come home on a leave.  I know you don’t like it and believe me I don’t like it either but I feel that it’s best.

Hey Baby, I love you.  I love you even when you get upset with me.  So, it doesn’t do any good to get mad, does it? Logical isn’t it?  So, therefore, why should we ever get mad at each other again?  Again the fox strikes.  Smart aren’t I?

How’s the job going, huh?  How’s my hair?  Getting long?  I hope you’re feeling better and you’re happy.

I got a small bone to pick with you.  You say you think I doubted your love.  Let me set you straight I’m under one helluva strain over here.  My mind gets upset when things go wrong and I do stupid things which I’m sorry for later.  When I’m in one of these situations, I feel the world is against me.  I feel sorry for myself.

I don’t doubt your love one bit but I said before it’s hard for me to feel your love for me all the way over here when I don’t hear from you.  It’s nothing to do with you, it’s only my mind getting down.  Like I said I’ve got a bad case of the nerves over here and it messes up my mind.

I believe in you, Nancy.  I have faith in you.  I’ve been around you enough to know that you love me.  I’ve seen you look at me, I’ve felt you hold my hand, I’ve seen you smile at me, and I’ve heard you say things to me that let me know you love me.  If you didn’t love me you wouldn’t have done these things and you wouldn’t put up with my foolishness.

So, I know you love me as much as I love you.  Don’t you even think, I don’t.  I love you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I love you.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you. I love you.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you. I love you.  In other words, I love you.  It feels good to say that.  Because I feel it and that’s beautiful.

I’d better close for now.  Please think about what I’ve said and find room to accept it and believe in me and have faith that I’m doing the right thing.  I love you, Darling and I would never do anything to hurt you.

Your Loving Husband,

Frank

P.S.  266 DLITA

Dear Nancy, How’s it going Honey?  I hope that this day finds you well and very much in love with me, as I’m in love with you.  How nice it is to wake up and realize that you have everything a man could want! 

I go to sleep feeling the same way so why should I be miserable?  “Happiness is Love”.  Right?  So what am I so sad about?  Is it because I’m unhappy with the way life has treated me?  Am I sad because I got no one to love because no one loves me? If you answered any of these questions with “yes” then Honey, you’re crazy. 

Of course, I’m in love and there is someone who loves me very much, so smile instead of letting that bottom lip drag in the dirt.   It’s hard at times but when I get my arms around you again I’ll make you forget about every minute you and I were sad and unhappy.  Nothing will matter but the moment we’re together again.  All the months of loneliness will be forgotten the moment we hold each other again.  All that will matter is all the love we will have pouring from our souls.

I love you so dearly Nancy Lou.  God bless you.

Your Forever Loving Husband,

Frank

P.S.  Our love is for real and it’ll never end I promise.

Dear Nancy,

I’m so much in love with you, I can’t stand it.  The last letter I got from you was too much.  You talked about fixing the house up and the yard.  All these things because you want to do them for me so I’d be proud of you.

I’m proud of you for just wanting to do those things for me.  You don’t have to do anything to make me proud of you.  I’m proud of you already.  You’re the best wife a man could ever hope of having.  I mean every word I say to.  I can’t think of one thing I would change about you if I could. I’m pleased with the way you are.

Just loving me would be enough but you give so much more than just love.  You would have been a perfect wife for a King or anyone.  Too late now.  I’ve got you now and I’m not letting you go.  Eat your hearts out you Kings and everyone else. 

Seriously, I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I’ glad and very grateful that you chose me. The only way I can show my gratitude to you is by giving you all my love for the rest of my life.   I owe everything I am or ever will be to you.  You may say that I owe you my life because now my life is worth living and now I enjoy my life as I never have before.

The reason I do is that now I have you to share my life with and to be there beside me.  I couldn’t have found the happiness and love I’ve found with you with any other person. You believe in me and trust in me.  You have faith in me and these are the things that make a man what he is.

Darling, I’m sorry I haven’t written in the last two days.  I’ve been sick and from the time work is over I’m in bed and asleep.  I think it was just a touch of the virus or something, anyway today, I’m better.  Probably the garbage they try to feed us. HA! HA!  No need to worry because the kid can just sleep off the sickness.

Hey, can you send me my glasses?  I need them because I get the old headaches once and a while and that usually helps, so if you don’t mind, please send them.

I’m so infatuated with you that when I addressed a Mother’s Day card to my folks I put your box number on the envelope.  How about that?  I sent one to your Mom.  Is Box 387, right?  I hope so.  I forgot.  Pretty dumb, huh?

Well, my Darling, I’d better close cause it’s getting late and 5:45 a.m. comes early.  So goodnight and I pray for you and our love nightly.  I love you something ferocious.

Your Loving Husband,

Frank

P.S.  Remember “Happiness is Love.”

Sp/4 Loren F. Henderson, Jr.

xxx-xx-xxxx

Co. A, 8th RRFS,  Box 811

A.P.O.  San Francisco,  96308

Dear Mr. Henderson:

Your account with Mrs. Loren F. Henderson, Jr. in the amount of 4,000,000 kisses has not been paid.

We wrote you recently about your account having been placed with us for collection.  We are really surprised that you have not contacted us by now.

We can not emphasize too strongly the importance of paying this balance at once.  No doubt you are looking forward to the time when you will have this paid in full.  You will not be fair to yourself or to us if you do not pay this balance now.

Please make your payment to us in the usual manner in order that we may mark your credit file that the account is paid.  If you can not pay the entire balance now, we will be glad to work out a payment plan.

I Love You, Frank,

Nancy Lou

Collection Department

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TO:  Collection Dept.

Mrs. L. F. Henderson, Jr.

Dear Mrs. Henderson,

In regards to your letter stating that my account of 4,000,000 kisses has not been paid.

First of all my Dear Lady, the account was for 5,000,000 kisses to be paid in full upon the renewal of our contract. AS for your payment plan, Bull.  I pay all my debts in full.  I do not feel your collection department can stand the bind that my payment in full will put on it.

Last, but by no means least, I’m in Phu Bai prison and my parole doesn’t come up for another 8 months.  So you may feel free to charge me a reasonable amount of interest on my debit.  If I may make a suggestion, 100 kisses a day isn’t unreasonable.

I leave my accounts in your hands.  I’ve done considerable business with you before and you’ve always handled my account fairly, so now I wouldn’t ever consider anyone else but you to take care of my business.

I Love You, Nancy,

Frank

Phu Bai Frank

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