One day we will be too old to have sex . . . And talk about how great it used to be.
Mon Sunday Dear Maxie, I love you. How’s that for starters? I got a depressed letter from you today. In it you had slept the night before in rollers and had a headache the whole day and the weather was cold and you missed me. Well, I don’t have a headache because I didn’t sleep in rollers last night, and it’s not cold or even cool, but I miss you, too. This separation doesn’t seem to be doing either of us a bit of good at all. I think what we both need is a lifetime of good loving together so we can grow old and be happy together. Just think, Maxie, one day we’ll be too old to have sex (a long time from now) and then we can lie in bed together, talk about how great it used to be and pretend like hell! Funny that I should think about something like that now when I want to be with you so badly, but it just popped up. There was something that I wanted to tell you but I can’t think of it right now. Anyway, we’ve got a new mess hall now and the food is a little better although the lines are terribly long. Looks like I’m not going to lose too much weight over here; if I’m lucky I might even gain some. Don’t want to gain too much because I want to give you a chance to fatten me up. I lost weight down to 120 pounds. I’m 5 foot 8 inches tall, and that is skinny. Guess I’d better get some sleep but let me say one more time – I love you. Yours, Gary P.S. Try the coffee and see what you think of it – it’s horrible
Maxie saved the C Ration coffee packet for me so we could share it when I got home. I did not think that was funny.