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Mooney W.T. R162227
R.C.A.F. Station
Sea Island
Vancouver,BC

January 6th 1946

My dear Hélène,

In this hard, harsh world – considerably softened by Scotch – I remain in the dark, and your urging me to please get going isn’t helping, though I know how you feel. What a woman! One letter I’m to take my time, and in the next I’m to hurry up. There’s nothing else on my mind right now except ways and means for me to get you to me as quickly as possible. Please remember that. Drill it into that level head of yours. Hold onto it and don’t let it go. And know this: I will always prefer that you have your outbursts, rather than allowing them to boil up inside. They do us both good. That said, honey, you told me to celebrate my discharge, but when I did, you gave me complete hell! No matter how you look at it, I can’t win. I do not know why I persist in telling you when I have been drinking because it always makes you so hopping mad. It would be much easier all around if I left it out of my letters.

And… I didn’t tell you this before, but on the 19th, I had a venereal disease test…