{"id":56,"date":"2010-01-24T15:29:10","date_gmt":"2010-01-24T15:29:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/\/\/uncategorized\/56\/"},"modified":"2010-01-24T15:29:10","modified_gmt":"2010-01-24T15:29:10","slug":"56","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/56\/","title":{"rendered":"Letters &#8211; 1942 to 1945 #20"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Capit\u00e1n TG Leske<\/p>\n<p>71.\u00ba Regimiento de Infanter\u00eda<br \/>\nAPO44<br \/>\nFort Lewis, Washington.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;\">4-1-43 &nbsp; (Postmarked May 3, Tacoma, Washington. Date on letter a mistake?&nbsp; Should it have been 5-1-43?)<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;\">Se\u00f1orita J. Axtell<br \/>\n538 S. Normand\u00eda<br \/>\nLos \u00c1ngeles, California<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;\">Greetings:<br \/>\n<br \/>\nDid you ever hear of the family of snakes that lived in some rocks on a mountain and one day one of the baby snakes crawled away to visit another family of snakes but soon came wiggling back to his mother and crying that the other mother snake wouldn&#8217;t let him play with her little boy and girl snakes because he wasn&#8217;t good enough.&nbsp; Whereupon his mother said to him &quot;Don&#8217;t worry about her.&nbsp; I knew her when she didn&#8217;t have a pit to hiss in.&quot;<br \/>\n<br \/>\nand the little poem:<br \/>\nM is for the many times you&#8217;ve made me<br \/>\nO is for the other times you tried<br \/>\nT is for the tourist cabin weekends<br \/>\nH is for the hell thats in your eyes<br \/>\nE is for the everlasting loving<br \/>\nR is for the wreck ya made of me<br \/>\n<br \/>\nPut them all together, they spell &quot;Mother&quot; <br \/>\n<br \/>\nAnd, brother, thats exactly what I am going to be.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nWith the answer:<br \/>\n<br \/>\nF is for your funny little letters<br \/>\nA is for my answer to your note<br \/>\nT is for your tearful accusations<br \/>\nH is for hope that I&#8217;m the goat<br \/>\nE is for the ease with which I made you<br \/>\nR is for the rube you thought I&#8217;d be<br \/>\n<br \/>\nPut them all together, they spell &quot;Father&quot;<br \/>\n<br \/>\nBut, sister, you&#8217;re crazy if you think its me.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nOld or new?<br \/>\n<br \/>\nYour story of the packed busses makes me think that there is something wrong with your tale of a woman stepping on your toes.&nbsp; What&#8217;s wrong with the men around there or don&#8217;t they appreciate thrills?<br \/>\n<br \/>\nIt seems that your alchololic consumption is a integral part of your schedule.&nbsp; Or is it just part of a &quot;bar system&quot; of meeting people?&nbsp; Speaking of that, you haven&#8217;t told me lately whether or not the notes(sic) have been catching up with you. <br \/>\n<br \/>\nYour coming to California idea sounds good but I haven&#8217;t been home in a year and a half so it would mean not being able to get home for some time as both my leave and my dough would be extinct.&nbsp; Perplexing, huh?<br \/>\n<br \/>\nAren&#8217;t you suprised at having a letter so soon? Its Sunday, a beautiful day, no place to go, no ambition to go, and you on my mind so this is the result.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nThats all for now,<br \/>\n<br \/>\nGood luck,<br \/>\nOsito de peluche<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Capit\u00e1n TG Leske<\/p>\n<p>71.\u00ba Regimiento de Infanter\u00eda<br \/>\nAPO44<br \/>\nFort Lewis, Washington.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;\">4-1-43 &nbsp; (Postmarked May 3, Tacoma, Washington. Date on letter a mistake?&nbsp; Should it have been 5-1-43?)<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;\">Se\u00f1orita J. Axtell<br \/>\n538 S. Normand\u00eda<br \/>\nLos \u00c1ngeles, California<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; font-family: Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;\">Greetings:<\/p>\n<p>Did you ever hear of the family of snakes that lived in some rocks on a mountain and one day one of the baby snakes crawled away to visit another family of snakes but soon came wiggling back to his mother and crying that the other mother snake wouldn&#8217;t let him play with her little boy and girl snakes because he wasn&#8217;t good enough.&nbsp; Whereupon his mother said to him &quot;Don&#8217;t worry about her.&nbsp; I knew her when she didn&#8217;t have a pit to hiss in.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>and the little poem:<br \/>\nM is for the many times you&#8217;ve made me<br \/>\nO is for the other times you tried<br \/>\nT is for the tourist cabin weekends<br \/>\nH is for the hell thats in your eyes<br \/>\nE is for the everlasting loving<br \/>\nR is for the wreck ya made of me<\/p>\n<p>Put them all together, they spell &quot;Mother&quot; <\/p>\n<p>And, brother, thats exactly what I am going to be.<\/p>\n<p>With the answer:<\/p>\n<p>F is for your funny little letters<br \/>\nA is for my answer to your note<br \/>\nT is for your tearful accusations<br \/>\nH is for hope that I&#8217;m the goat<br \/>\nE is for the ease with which I made you<br \/>\nR is for the rube you thought I&#8217;d be<\/p>\n<p>Put them all together, they spell &quot;Father&quot;<\/p>\n<p>But, sister, you&#8217;re crazy if you think its me.<\/p>\n<p>Old or new?<\/p>\n<p>Your story of the packed busses makes me think that there is something wrong with your tale of a woman stepping on your toes.&nbsp; What&#8217;s wrong with the men around there or don&#8217;t they appreciate thrills?<\/p>\n<p>It seems that your alchololic consumption is a integral part of your schedule.&nbsp; Or is it just part of a &quot;bar system&quot; of meeting people?&nbsp; Speaking of that, you haven&#8217;t told me lately whether or not the notes(sic) have been catching up with you. <\/p>\n<p>Your coming to California idea sounds good but I haven&#8217;t been home in a year and a half so it would mean not being able to get home for some time as both my leave and my dough would be extinct.&nbsp; Perplexing, huh?<\/p>\n<p>Aren&#8217;t you suprised at having a letter so soon? Its Sunday, a beautiful day, no place to go, no ambition to go, and you on my mind so this is the result.<\/p>\n<p>Thats all for now,<\/p>\n<p>Good luck,<br \/>\nOsito de peluche<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_eb_attr":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1943_letter"],"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"Bob","author_link":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/author\/admin\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}