I am in the infantry for 17 weeks and after that I don't know where I am going.

Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter... I am so unlucky.

I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.

I think I'm going to have a lot of trouble.

I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

I am not a labor hater.