Dear Jack,

Hi again! Short one., it's midnight and I spent the day in a psychiatric hospital. <As a guest.> They almost kept me. I told them about the 1st pltn, about having C. Hoover for four days and they <knew> I must be crazy.

God I'm tired! Four letters down, as many to go. The hell with it, you're it for the night.

Wanted you to know the I was thinking of you. Guess you're really sweating now that you're "short."

How rough has it been around there lately? Last I heard from the DMZ was from Khe Sanh. They're very busy there. My buddy there is having his 19th birthday this month so I sent him a "party". Nuts, candy, cake, sour mix, paper cups with "Snoppy" and a quart of Jim Beam. Hope that makes it. Mike's a nice guy, very shy. Never kissed a girl. At least that part's easy on him. Didn't want him to have a dry birthday. Wondering about him. Original bad luck kid. As one said, "If Mike ever got a girl, with his luck he'd catch elephantitis!" True, true. Pretty wild letter for a Jr. better cool-it. One day at the nut house & I blow m cool. Wow!

And tomorrow is the last day of school. Peace & quiet is over. We'll cool it around the pool. Will gain 500 pounds on beer alone. Fatty-Patty, that's me. A real over hang coming up on the old bikini. Wow, crossing my "i"s better turn in.

Good luck!

Pat Pugliese

6/12/68 What a dippy broad.