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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Leonard's Story: July 16, 1945

                                                      July 16
                                                     Leyte Is PI
Dear Arnold,
     Well here I am back on Leyte, a hole
of the first waters. I am in a General Hosp
with a rather severe case of yellow jaundice.
For a while I was pretty yellow (still am), but
its clearing up a little now. I will probably be
here for a month or six weeks or so, as about
the only cure is a good long rest. I would get
sick just as we were coming out of combat. I
had expected to planned to visit Manila
and Baguio, and look up a lot of old friends.
Now I suppose that I will return just in
time to push off for Japan.
     Naturally there isn't much for me to
write about, inasmuch as I have been in bed
for almost three weeks. All I do is read,
sleep, play cards, or chew the fat with some
of the other patients. A hell of a life!
From your letter I surmise that you had a
good visit in the valley. I sure wish I
could have been there. I tell you what
I would like to have right now a thick
malted milk at that malt shop in Hanford,
or even a plain glass of cold fresh milk.

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     If it is possible would you explain in a little
more detail just what kind of work you are
doing now (if any).
     Wel Bud, its pretty hard to think of
something to write about, when absolutely
nothing new happens, and when there isn't
much life (pep) in you. So I am going
to close. Write soon.
                        Love
                        Leonard

P.S. Address
     118th Gen Hosp
     APO 1002 c/PM
     S-- ---



Leonard's Story: April 26, 1945

The Times Pony edition was printed for members of the U.S. Armed Forces overseas beginning at the end of 1942. Div CP would mean Division Command Post.
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                                                                                               Philippines
                                                                                               26th April

Dear Arnold,

     Received your V-mail of 6th April.  After what campaign?  We were
going to get a rest, but the situation changed  and here  we are kicking
the Japs around with everything or anything.  They are about as hard to exterminate
[ARROW] as cockroaches in a good old Calif home.  I am going up to work with the
Guerrillas, as an intelligence officer.  It should prove interesting.

[from ARROW above in margin]
but we are just the guys who can and are liquidating them

     Although the rest did'nt pan out we did get ten days of perishable
rations, and have had fresh meat and eggs for breakfast practically every day
day now for the last seven days.  However, it will soon be back to bully
beef and spam again.

     At present we ar set up in a coconut grove, near an ex-town ( completely
destroyed by the Japs).  The weather is hot and muggy, but it is better this
way than if it was raining all the time.  I sure hope we finish this deal
up before the rainy season starts.  I don't want to have to go through another
nightmare like we had on Leyte.  Of course we would be there during the
typhoon season, and I have never been wet so much for so long in my life.
We use to have to stand in ankle deep mud even in the chow line, and keeping
dry feet was just impossible, in fact keeping dry was impossible.

     We have had a little rain here, and I can see that this place will be a
regular mud hole too, when the rains come.  It rained just as much or more
on Bougainville, but the ground quickly absorbed the water.  Also it would
usually rain about the same time every day for a week or so, and then change
the schedule.  In Leyte is just rained all the time every day.

     Say I want to thank you again for the pen and pencil set, it is now one
of my prized possessions.  I don't know how I got along without it before.
Also thanks for the Air mail edition of TIMES Pony, that is something that
is hard to find around here, and they are always read to death.

     I have lost a lot of weight, and you probably would'nt recognize me now.
Things have been rough, and I am glad that you won't have to got through any-
thing like this.  It is no fun, believe me.

     A while back when we were at a certain extown, we had a bit of excitement
right in the center of the Div CP.  It so happened that I was duty officer
this particular morning, when I heard the guards open fire.  Now this in its
self is not uncommon, in fact I was cussing tthem out, because the bullets
were wanging around, and the only things they seem to hit are horses or dogs,
or just the ozone.  Suddenly a man came running up and said that they wanted
me to go over and search a Jap that they had killed only about a hundred yards
down the road from the G-2 office.  Now the interesting thing is that this Jap
was armed with a US .30 caliber carbine, and upon checking the number it was
discovered that it belonged to one of our men, and had been stolen from the side
of his sack while he was asleep earlier in the morning.  In the dim pre-dawn
light this Jap was thought to be a guerrilla, and was finally killed walking
down one of the main roads only about 100 yds from the center of town.

     Well I'd better close now, write soon.
                                                            love
                                                  [signed] Leonard



Monday, June 16, 2014

Leonard's Story: April 11, 1945

                                                                             Philippines
                                                                           11th Apr

Dear Arnold,

     Glad to hear from you, I have been waiting for a letter
from you for some time now, although I realize that to a large
extent I am the guilty one.  We are still kicking the Japs around
with the gong, and tomorrow we tie the theater record for number
of consecutive days or straight combat.  I guess you know from
the papers that we have been at this business for along time
now.  It becomes very boring and tiresome, and you get sick of
the whole thing.  I remember back in Leyte that it seemed a bit
shocking when somebody would come in and say that so-and-so had
been killed, but now it is accepted as a matter of fact and
eventuality or I should say with in the logical realms of possibil-
ity.  Spent the day guiding a party around who was making an
official report and investigation on some Japanese atrocities.
Perhaps you would be interested in them.  The spot I took them
too (I had been out there before) was near a little barrio up
in the mountains. There were over a hundred Filipino men,
women, and children that had been butchered by the Japs.
Most of them had been tossed into a little gully that ran down
into a ravine.  On the ledge of the gully there were hats, both
men and womens, and shoes strewn around.  In the gully there were
a pile of decomposing cadavers or parts of them.  Heads had been
bashed in, hands, arms, legs, and occasionally even a head had
been cut off.  Some of the bodies were just generally mutilated.
Here was a small head sticking up through pile, and over there
would be a little arm or leg protruding from the mass of former
human beings.  Around the edges there were bodies of male Filipinos
with their hands still tied behind their bodies.  Some of those
bodies looked as though the Japs had poured oil or gasoline over
them as part of the body had been burned, usually the upper portion.
About fifty yards away from this massacre behind bushes were the
bodies of women singularly located.  In every case the dresses
had either been torn off the body and were lying nearby, or
they had been pulled up exposing the lower half of the body.
Several women had apparently been killed by having their heads
bashed in, one had her leg cut off just below the knee, several
of her teeth had been knocked out, and there was a big hole down where
her vagina had been, of course part of this was due to decomposition.
One women's torso had been completely burned, her head and hair
had been severely seared, and her limbs, which were scattered
around nearby, looked as though they had been neatly severed from
the body.  The next place we visited consisted of an estimated
500 bodies, which had been thrown over the steep sloping bank
of a stream.  They had suffered the same fate as those above,
and were all male Filipinos.  The bodies ran from the top all
the way down to the bed of the stream 150 feet away.  About 100yds
away were and estimated 500 more (at least) bodies in the same
state.  We could not find empty cartridges around any of these
places, nor could we find evidence of bullet wounds.  In Leyte
I once found about fifteen bodies of women and children in a
gully, and about fifty yards away the nude bodies of four wo-
men in a large fox hole.  We are allowed to tell about atrocities
that we have seen, now, and there are plenty others that I could
tell you about.


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                                                                                    12 Apr

          I feal rather cut down, and generally tired.  I have
     lost a lot of weight.  My waist now measures 30 1/2 inches as
     compared to its former 33 or 34 inches.  My ribs, hip bones,
     and shoulder bones actually stick out.  I guess I look alot
     older too, as a matter of fact one of the other officers
     asked me tonight if I was about thirty-five years old.
     A little rest and I will be back to my old self, only I
     hope I can keep down around this weight.

     I don't know if I disscussed it with you before, but I am
going to try to transfer out of this outfit, or at least  out
of this section.  It is a matter of personalities, and I might
add that there are three (there were four, but one got out) other
officers that have also or intend to make transfers.  This thing
has practically made a nervous wreck of out of me.  I have been a
2nd Lt for almost two years now, and I have always gotten ex-
cellent before, and then this son-of-a-bitch here screws me up.
Well thats life.  I don't like to leave this outfit, as I have
made a lot of friends and we have been through a lot together.
Also its a good outfit, I think the toughest, roughest bunch
of fighters out here, bar none.  Then of course there is a small
matter of $100 jump pay, which is'nt hay.  But I would'nt take
this shit for twice that sum, it is wrecking me.  If I can't
get another job somewhere in MI, I can always go down to one of
the line outfits here, but the big problem would be getting
transferred out of MI, which I understand is a pretty hard thing
to do unless one really screws up.

     Boy its really warm tonight, in fact its been that way all
day.  It rained like hell this afternoon for an hour or two, but
it did'nt abate the heat.  A couple more months and the rainy
season will be setting in.  I sure hope we are'nt in combat then,
as it is a rough deal.  On Leyte I would go week at a time wearing
wet shoes, and I used to dry my feet off, powder them, and put
on dry socks and shoes (if I had them), although I knew that in
fifteen minutes they would be soaking wet again.  The mud makes
transportation a major problem, it was an effort to walk 100
yards, and I have run across mud so deep that you could'nt walk
through it, in fact once you got far enough into it you would
have to get somebody to pull you out.  But here it has been pretty
dry here, except for several storms in the last couple of weeks. It
will rain in patches xxxx, that is it may be raining like hell in
one spot but 1/2 mile away the sun will be shining.  In fact in a
couple of hundred yards you can go from bone dryness to a torrential
downpour.

     Well Bud, how are things with you?  You did'nt have much to
say in your last letter.  What are you doing now?  When do you
expect to come over here?  I had several friends at Ritchie that
had had overseas duty before, and they did not want to go back over.
I could'nt understand this then, and in a few cases I actually
thought that maybe they were shall we say "a bit overcautious".
I understand their reasons now.  However when the time can for
them to got over again they reluctantly went, although in two cases
the parties could have gotten out of the army and had threatened
to do so if they were sent overseas again.  So when I tell you to
stay in the states as long as possible, I doubt if you can see why.
Don't worry you still get over here soon enough.

     I am sending you a silk Jap flag.  It is yours to do what you
please with it.  It is genuine, in fact I think it still has a spot
of blood on it.  If you want to get it cleaned I would send it to
the cleaners, as some of them fade when washed.  I am sorry that this
one has the center sewed in instead of just painted, however it is
a good job of sewing.  Well I am tired and think I will close now.
Write soon.
                                            love,
                                  [signed] Leonard



Thursday, June 12, 2014

Leonard's Story: February 5, 1945

Probably the censored location in the first paragraph is MANILA since he says they will start for it soon (and the taking of Manila starts about February 3 and continues into March. In the second paragraph the censored location would have been LEYTE. In this letter he may be describing the invasion of the Lingayen Gulf in the second week of January 1945 (his letter of January 15 says "its all over now" and he is now able to sit back and relax, so it was written nearly a week after the landing on January 9. Also, on the 15th there is a new-found passion for cock fighting, so I suppose that was on Luzon rather than Leyte. CP might mean command post.
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[single page, no salution, no signature at the bottom, so perhaps rest of letter is missing]

                                                                                         5th Feb 45

     I don't know when I will be able to mail this, but since I now
have a little time before we start for [CENSORED] I will take advantage
of it and knock out a few lines.  First I will go back a few days
to the landing.  At H-60 on D day the Navy opened up with a barrage
on the enemy shore.  The Landing Craft Infantry that I was on was
about six thousand yards off shore, and although we were too far
out to get a detail view of the reults, we could see that the
shell were really ripping hell out of the beach.  Some seconds after
a volley was fired, we could see the flashes of the shells as they
tore into landing zone.  After ten minutes of fire, which sounded
like a prolonged thunder storm, smoke from the shells and burning
buildings practically obscured the shore.  The Navy continued to
shift its fire, nuetralizing enemy gun and infantry positions.  At
H-10 (minutes) they cut loose with over 1800 rockets, and the dim was
terrific, it sounded like an ammunition dump of five inch shells
were exploding like firecrackers.  By this time we could even smell
the cordite out where we were and a heavy bank of white smoke hung
over the shore.  At H-hour the infantry started to go in, this was
heralded by machine gun and rifle fire.  During all this time the
wave that we were in had been drifting slowly towards shore, but
because of the heavy bombardment we could see very little through
the haze of the shell and now small arms fire.  However we could
tracer fire of both sides and the enemy artillary feebly trying
to shell the beach with their one remaining artillary piece.  A
destroyer opened up with all its five inchers and knocked out this
small but deadly menace.  It was almost four hours after the initial
bombardment that I waded ashore.  Our casualties weere very light
and most of the enemy had withdrawn under the heavy bombardment.
There were still a couple of machine guns over on a point, but our
troops were effectively knocking out.

     We headed straight for the nearby town, and upon entering it
were greetted by the cheers and shouts of civilian Filipinos.  These
people were better educated and of a generally higher class than
those on [CENSORED], and they were very happy to see us.  In fact they
were almost crying for joy.  They invited us into their homes, and
gave us food and drinks, they almost gave us anything we asked for.
Where ever you would walk or ride the Filipinos would wave and shout
to you.  The girls put on their best dresses and some put on lipstick
that I imagine they had been hoarding for three years.  The men also
were slicked up, and put on some sort of demonstration in the city
square.  Most of them can speak English, and many are quite educated.
In fact they were trying so hard to make us feel at home that they
acted as "american" as possible, and in some cases I sort of felt
that their mannerisms were acquired not through contact mainly with
Americans, but with american films.  We all appreciated their going
out of their way even in this manner for such a warm welcome.

     For the first time since I have been down here, I was in a
building of brick with a hardwood floor, in fact I was not only in
it but we used it as our CP for a while.  This terrain is a real
pleasure to travel and flight in for a change.  In fact it is so
impressive that later on [ARROW] I will devote an entire paragraph to describ-
ing it.  For the first time in many months I also had the
pleasure, and after being hot so long it was a pleasure, of being
cold, yes nice and chilly, just like California up occassion.

[ARROW] "later on"
       has'nt come yet



Leonard's Story: January 15, 1945

In this letter Mac would of course refer to General MacArthur. G-2 is military intelligence, but of a higher rank than Uncle Len, who was S-2. EM would have been an an enlisted man. BAR indicates the Browning Automatic Rifle. And CCC stands for the Civilian Conservation Corps. 

I have been reading up on Operation Te-Go, the Japanese Paratrooper Attack on Leyte of December 7, 1944. The mission of Te was to attack several U.S. airfields, destroy planes on the ground, burn supply dumps and disrupt logistical operations. In particular the goal was to retake the Buri, San Pablo, and Bayug strips and destroy Tacloban and Dulag fields. The harmonicas, jewsharps, and other instruments were played as signals by the paratroopers immediately after landing; for instance, headquarters was to be identified by the sound of a harmonica. The mission was however hampered by bad weather and coordination problems with the ground units resulted. This was to be Japan's last major parachute operation in the Pacific. 

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                                                                                     Philippines
                                                                                     Jan 15th

Dear Arnold,

     So you like my letters?  Personally I think you are trying to kid
me, as some of them did'nt sound like much to me.  When the Hqs moved
back to the beach I was left keep up the Order of Battle part of G-2,
and finally the Asst G-2 left and I stayed behind to run G-2 with one
EM.  I got in a good rest, as there was'nt much to do.  Our action
consisted of patrolling, and little groups of stragglers were being
knocked off at the rate of about three or more a day.  The other day
the remaining elements of the division turned over the sector to an-
other unit, and we all went back to the beach, or as the boys say,
"to a rest area."  When I got down here I found that instead of a
rest I had to go back to work, things to come you know.

     So the 11th Airborne Div and LJN have gone through their first
campaigns.  It was rough in spots, but it was a good starter and some
valuable experience was learned and earned by all.  However, I am afraid
that it is just a sample of the future, and we have many battles to
go.  According to the latest regulations down here, if you have two
years in you can apply for a 30 day leave, and with three years over-
seas service out\here you are eligible to apply for rotation. I am es-
timating my return to the states in 1946 in the late fall.  Any man is
crazy to want to come out here, and I admit I was nuts. If you take all
the letters I have written you and spread them out on the floor, and then
compare all of them, I think you will find that for every little in-
teresting word about something I've/seen or done you will find ten other
words bitching about being down here, or rather what it is like down
here.  It is'nt that I don't want to do my share of the war, but here
is the way I look at it.  Some men will have to go overseas while others
will have to stay in the states, its the way the cards are stacked.
But if you have a chance to stay in the states a little longer, then you
are just that much smarter if you take it.  To think I turned down a
beautiful job in the states.  So brother if you get a crack at sticking
around in civilization a little longer grab it, for I am certain that
eventually you will get over here.  Well I guess you won't listen to me,
so come on over and see what its like, some guys are just naturally hard
to convince.

     Well its all over now, and I can sit back and relax and think of the
tragic, gruesome, miraculous, and the humorous incidents.  Like the time
a patrol was hunting down some Japs they spotted in a ravine.  One of
the men made a wide circuit and crawled down into the bottom of the
gully where the Japs had been sighted, and he was in such a hurry that
he forgot to tell the other members of the patrol that he was going
down there.  Up on the rim of this little canyon the BAR man was cover-
ing the advance when he saw a figure sneaking down along the bottom.
As he opened fire the figure jumped behind a bush, so the BAR man gave
the bush the business.  When the patrol had finally pushed down there,
the BAR man found that he had killed his buddy.  One of the other men
grab him him just he was trying to turn the gun on himself.  In another
incident some troops were crawling towards a Jap position which was
under our mortar fire.  As they had to advance across an open area,
an airstrip, it was necessary to keep dropping the mortar shells in
until the men could reach some cover on the far side of the strip.  As
they were slowly crawling forward on their bellies, a 81 mm mortar

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shell hit one man right in the small of the back.  No this is not one
of the gruesome tales, as the shell was a dud.  Now of the shells that
were being used very few were duds, but just think, the that hits
this man does misfire.  A few hours later a medic found him, as even
though he had been hit by a dud he was throught to be dead, and turned
him over.  He suddenly regained consciousness and sat up, complaining
about his back.  Upon examination it was found to be all black and blue
with a knot as big as your hand where the shell hit him.  The medic
taped him up, and several days later he was hiking around again.
I always smile when I think of what happened fifteen seconds after
the paratroopers had jumped from their planes, naturally I am refering
to the Jap paratroop attack we had.  Most of us had scorned the previous
air raids, and had not bothered to dig any foxholes.  Even on that event-
ful night it did not occur to me to get into a hole, as I was busy
watching the AA show.  Then in a flight that came right over us the
paratroopers started to jump, practically in our laps.  We stood there
watching them come down, hardly able to believe what we saw.  Then it
seemed like one thought occurred to everyone just about the same time.
"I had better get in my hole."   But, gulp, there were many who did'nt have a
hole.  There was the damnest mad scramble for shovels that you ever
saw.  I could have made a fortune right there and then if I had had
any shovels to sell, but I was more interested in fixing up a hole
myself.  We were just out of range of where they landed, and consequently
it did'nt do us much good to shoot at them, although the machine gunners
around us opened up and did get some in mid-air.  Well thats the way
it goes, I could probably fill several pages of these little incidents,
but many I could'nt write about, and the rest would probably become
boring.

     Well everybody is now talking about cock fights.  The GIs have
seemed to have taken quite a liking to this great Filipino National
sport.  The only fight I saw was one little sparring exhibition the
day we landed here, put on courtesy of some little villager to show
his appreciation of the return of Mac and the boys.  At the first
opportunity I am going to try to see one of the big official bouts
that are being put on here.  You can slap down a 300 pesos bet and
get it covered ($150 U.S. value).  But I will save all descriptions
and wait until I can personally witness one fo these spectacular
bloody exhibitions.

     Brother please, why pick on me?  I don't want to remember any
of this that is too unpleasant, in fact the more I forget the better.
I am going to eat now and will finish this later, excuse please.

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                                                           16 Jan [45 written in]

     Due to etc, etc I did'nt finish this letter yesterday, but will
try to finish it off this morning.  About the remembering, I would
just as soon forget about most of my experiences out here.  There were
plenty of men from the last war that remembered and tried to tell how
rough it was, people would'nt listen because they did'nt want to
listen, and it will be the same thing twenty years from now.  In fact
those that did listen were the pacifist, and they did more harm than
good by their islolation policy.  These same people believed that any-
thing connected with war was bad too.  So there were the men, including
many generals and high ranking officers, who had fought in World War
I, and who tried to tell the people that it was hell, and that to
prevent another war we should build up our army and navy.  The pacifist
grasped only the first part of the idea, and with their conviction
that anything connected with war was bad, they were for cutting down
the army and the navy and opposed to any ideas of national defense.
Naturally the communist clap their hands with glee and jumped on the
band wagon, and I am sorry to say that many of our church leaders also
had a great deal of influence in this movement.  Even CCC was watched
like a hawk to see that no military training crept into their daily
schedule.  In the last mass-slaughter bout people decided that when
the war was won, then the peace had been won.  This time we are think-
ing a little different, but how far ahead will we think?  There are
men today who are advocating a  large post war army, and already there
are those who think that this is unecessary, and that armies are bad.
I think that every young man should be made to server one year in the
army, in a carefully laid out program that would include more than
just squads east and west.  The men should be mixed from all states,
as from my experience I found that this is a good means of breaking
down many of the prejudices of sectionalism.  They should be given
excellent medical and dental care, which would make for a better
healthier race of Americans.  They should be taught some or several
minor trade practices, such as mechanics, welding, clerical work,
etc.  They should be taught to use their iniative and to develop
leadeship abilities.  in other words they would follow a carefully
conducted program that would not only benefit Uncle Sam, but would
also be a benefit to each individual man.  No, not everything connect-
ed with mar is bad.  Think of the medical, aeronautical, chemical,
electronical, and even fertile (pertaining to birth rate) developments
as a results of this war.  However, it is deplorable to think that it
takes a war to producce such advancements, and weighed against the
havoc, destruction, and misfortune that war evolves it is doubtful
that it is worth the price.  No brother, the placard does not read
"You must remember," but instead it says, "Lest we forget."  It is
easier to kill the cub than to fight the lion.

     Frankly I am rather disgusted with humanity as a whole.  It has
not changed greatly or appreciatably in the last 2000 nor even in
the last 6,000 years.  The Id is just as powerful in man now as it
was then, although perhaps now it does not have quite the same amount
of freedom as it had then.  When man gets to the point where he can
disregard or eliminate the common and judicial laws, and follow laws
stemming from the golden rule, and when man is able to abolish all
law inforcement agencies, then he will not have to worry about wars.
For I believe that war and policemen will go out together, and when
men are able to do this, they will no longer be the men that are about
today.  Brother we consider ourselves covilized just because we
wear clothes, read, make love at home in a bed usually with our wive,
use a toilet, and pay five dollars a year to the American Red Cross.
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But brother lets wise up, we are primitive, crude, and under develop-
ed in the full sense of the word civilized.  Between us and the coming of
Christ there are only 100 generations, back to the beginning of written
records of civilization  300 generations. To nature that is only
a few grains to the twll known drop in the bucket, in other words
we are not too far distantly related from our fathers the Cromagnon
and the Neanderthal men.  There are animals in exsistence today that
can have their ancestorial history traced back for 10, 20, or some
even back over 30,000 generations.  So you see Bud, your chest is
a chamber of primitive passions, and your head a bank of crude ideas.
But your ideas, and perhaps your passions may be the implements that
will give us an impetus to a future world of nobile, pure, and peaceful
ways and means of living in a 1,000, 5,000, or 10,000 generations
from now.  But will the children of your children's children's ....
offspring give you credit?  No, they will say that the man that lived
100,000 yrs ago was a very crude fellow, and the differentation
between you and the Cromagnon will be as great as our's is between
the Cromagnon and the Neanderthal man.  When you look at infinity
you can't see it, but you can see some point between you and infinity,
and if you go to that point and then pick out another point in the
direction of infinity, why eventually after an indefinite length of
time you will reach infinity.  So if we can pick out some point
on the curve in the right direction but within the limits of our
known capabilities, then we know we can and will reach it.  But if
we start off in a direction in which we can't see the end, then
we will reach no end.  In other words, lets look at man as he is
today, and what he is capable of doing or becoming, and then lets
proceed to do it.  When we get it done we can then make another
estimate and choose another mission.  And as long as man has hair
on his chest, will kill for lust, money, or power, and as long
as that type of man is in exsistence, there will be wars.  So the
immediate problem is to prevent that man from doing those things
which are detrimental to the progress and welfare of society, and
when we have curbed and destroyed this threat, then we can proceed
to attempt to change the race and our way of life to prevent
reproduction, not only in a biologicacl manner but perhaps more
important in a environmental manner, of this type of individual.

    Now do you see what happens when you write letters like that!
I won't apologize for what I have written, you started it and you
deserve it.  Well take it easy Bub, and write soon.

                                         love from
                              ye olde crusty caveman (horny too)
                              [signed] Leonard


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