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Well honey, three more tours. Boy am I sore. I also have a nice hangover. My buddy, Conway, brought a little bottle of booze back with him Friday night, so we polished it off last night for a little farwell [sic] party. He’s leaving Teusday [sic].
Today we baked the alcohol out of us in the sun. As you can see by this letter, I’m still a little shaky.
There’s no news whatsoever honey. Things won’t start happening until the middle of this week when I get my 20 hour check. This is where they wash the greatest amount out. More go here, and at classification, than anywhere through the training, so keep your fingers crossed. Wish Bobby happy Birthday for me again. I love you, hone. Goodnight sweetheart.
Your loving Son