Monday Night

Dear Donna:

I’m afraid I failed yesterday in what I really wanted to accomplish.  Why, I can’t say.  I would just get all prepared to say something and then a case of stage fright would come over me, and I was made very speechless.  So I guess I’ll have to write what I can’t say in words.  I’m not sure as to just how I should begin.

I can’t just come out point blank and say Donna will you marry me.  That is what it does amount to.  But that sounds too cold.  So I’ll try to make it sound a little better and more romantic than that.  I’m not very good on writing letters of this nature, but I’ll do my best, and I’m hoping for the best.  Your coming to Salt Lake made me believe that you indeed must care a little, other wise I’m sure that you wouldn’t have made the trip.  It wouldn’t be a complete bed of roses to be married to a soldier.  The only thing you would be sure of is something to eat and a place to sleep, but at times even that might seem dubious.  As far as we know now, within two months we should be stationed at Pueblo, and if it does prone to be a permanent base for us for the duration, that is when I would want you to come.  I don’t even know if I could eve come and get you.  But Donna, I do know that I want you, more than ever after yesterday, even thought nothing did happen.  Maybe if it had been under a little different conditions, more progress could have been made, but even at that, a lot more could have been done.  I’m not blaming you, it’s myself. I felt so at ease until I wanted to say something and then I couldn’t say it.  Then my throat seemed to be acting up a little, in fact it still is, only worse.  I went to see the medics this morning and had it swabbed out.  That did some good for a while, but tonight it has tightened up again.  Maybe I should have written what I wanted to say last night instead of waiting until tonight. But I have it down now and it is all up to you.  I would really like to know what you think on the subject.  It couldn’t happen for a couple of months if you should consent.  Maybe this is too sudden, but I don’t really think so.   In fact to be quite frank with you, I think that far too much time has been wasted already, 7 years to be exact.

Guess I am going to have to give up smoking, cause everyone I take hurts my throat that much more.  Besides you want me to quit anyway, and I am about ready to do anything for you.

Please, Donna, I would like for you to think this over and let me know what you think about it.  And I am hoping for a favorable answer.

Gosh I never hated to leave Salt Lake so much last night.  In fact it was the first time I did hate to leave there.  You I believe are the direct cause of that.  I know you were.

After I left that depot we went over to the other depot, and was that place crowded with soldiers coming back to Wendover.  There were at least two buses of nothing but soldiers.  We got here at 4:30 AM and I got up at 7:40 so I didn’t do too bad.

I found out today that Dad was over here yesterday.  He left a letter up to the State Line so I and another of the fellows here are going to take a walk up and get it and a bite to eat too.

I have run out of things to say right now so I’ll close and please think over what I have said and let me know.  I’m serious, and not ashamed to admit it, so here’s hoping good night and

 Oodolles of Love,

Wayne