U. S. S. AQUILA
% Fleet Post Office
New York, N. Y.

20 July, 1945
Friday morning

Dear Doctor Allen,

It has been a long time since I last sent a letter out Mt.
Oread way; so I figured I better get on the ball and take care
of that little matter. I remember the last time I was there I
promised to write more often when I got back to the ship; but
then, on second thought, I could have said most anything that
day 1 was there for I was so darn happy and excited, don't you
know. Two months have passed since I made that promise, but I
had'nt forgotten-just kept putting it off.

Well, Doc 1'm not an old veteran at this married life; but
I sure-enough think it's the biggest institution there is. I
know the 18 days that 1 was lucky enough to be with my wife, we
were living in a little heaven of our Own. After my leave ex-
pired, I took Dora May back to Portsmouth, Va. with me where we
were in the yards. We were fortunate enough to get a verg nice
three room apartment through the Navy all furnished. We moved in
one afternoon, and that evening when I went home from the ship,
my better half had dinner all cooked and ready to set on the table.
Believe me, she's a good ore too. I mean I was a mighty lucky
guy the day I got her for a wife, and I like so many others am
ready for that big day to come around when we can really begin to

live the kind of life we have dreamed and planned so many times

in all the wishful thinking we've had time to do,