Dearest Betty

Letter # 124
July 6, 1951
Hi, Sugar

Well, Street has gone to Reg. To be Marjorie Renalds escort. We are getting just like the Army. Jack Benny Errol Flynn M. Renalds are having a show at Reg. Today. We are still getting quite a bit. A return fire from the Red artillery. Just can’t knock them out or they put new guns in every day. Poor Peel, he is a wreck, runs around with his steel hat on, has a fox hole deep enough to stand up in. Came up last night and bummed a qt. Of whiskey off of me. Said he hadn’t slept in three nights. Also gave me Myrna’s phone number to call her up ant tell her just how rough he is having it. I told him I would but I was going to tell her how soft he was having it with stage shows, whiskey,movies, fresh chow & everything.

Well, Novack’s request for air transportation was refused, so he will have to go with the rest of the gang. Put off another day now the ninth. Sure will be glad to get under-weigh. I am so afraid now that something will happen to stop us and I am all hepped up to being home with you soon, that the days are dragging and the nights never end. We get a ration of beer tomorrow so I’ll drink mine to you till I can drink one with you.

All my love
Bill