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The Evening Before
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Private Walter Simpson
US Navy
Pearl Harbor, Hawaii
December 06, 1941
Dearest Lanna;
I miss you more than words can say. You are always on my mind. The only thing that distracts me from thinking of you is Sarge yelling at me or Hawaii’s beauty.
This place is paradise. It is indescribably beautiful. Sandy beaches give way to green mountains and tropical vegetation, and the sunshine is endless. When I get out of the Navy, I am bringing you back here. You have to see it.
A couple of the other guys and I spend our off-duty time exploring the island. The pineapple here is so much sweeter and juicier than the canned version back home. And they have pig roasts where native people dance in scanty costumes. Your folks would blush to see them.
I know there is talk of war and joining forces with England to fight Hitler. But don’t worry, Darling, we’re too far from anywhere to see any action. I am safe here on the naval base.
I only wish I was close enough to come home and see you. I will write again soon.
Love and more love,
Walt
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