Feb. 23, 1944
Wed. eve.
My loving Wife;
High sweetheart. I neglected you last night and don't even have an excuse for doing so. I wasn't working. I went out stepping. There was a Camel Caravan show here on the post and we decided to go. We did but it didn't do any good. There was a hell of a long line. We thought we might be able to get in so we waited in line for nearly an hour. We got close enough to see the door and they closed them. Theater full. Guess we were in the mood to do something so we went to Leesville and looked around. Went to a show. "Government Girl", had a bite to eat, got a screwy picture of us taken and got back to camp about 1 this morning. I had a notion to drop you a line but gave it up.
I'll send the picture in another envelope . It's one of these 2 minute affairs and screwy. The fellow on the left is McDonnell and the one on the right, Baker. It's good of Mac, but the lights blinded Baker or something. I don't think it's bad of me either. If the guy had taken ordinary pictures I would have had one made. We had it taken just for orneriness. I would like to get the whole crew together sometime for a picture. Wish these damn people would let us have a camera like they did at Knox.
We ran into another interesting character last night. This time a girl of probably 12 yrs. She was waiting on trade in this restaurant where we ate. To hear her talk you would have sworn she was at least 20 or more. We sat down and Baker decided to play the jukebox. He dropped his nickle on the floor and this little gal stepped on it and Baker had to tell her it was his last one, before she would get off. Then she wanted to know what we all wanted. While we looked at the menu she asked, " Are you all rebel or Yankee?" Without waiting for an answer she looked at Baker and said, "You all are rebel. I can tell by your talk." It happens she was wrong. He's from Kansas and has a slight drawl. Then she wanted to know where Mac and I were from and carried the talk like she was well acquainted and a lot older. When she made out the check she said, "Don't forget to leave a tip." She got it. 25 cents. She had stayed by our table and batted the breeze all the time we were there. I kinda got a kick out of it.
There, see? You have your 8 yr. old boyfriends so I'm looking at 12 yr. old girl friends.
Sweetheart, I really went to town with the idea of finding something for your birthday. Damn these towns anyhow. All they have is trinkets and things that wouldn't interest you at all. I was hoping maybe I'd be getting a three day pass soon and get to a bigger town. I may yet. I'll keep on looking.
I haven't as yet heard anything definite about what we are supposed to be doing now. We haven't been told we are off the alert or anything. They did give furlough to the few men that hadn't been home in the past 6 months. That is all so far. We aren't doing much but cleaning up odd jobs. Tanks aren't moving at all. The company is having classes all day like we did in basic. Quit early and have a ball game and then retreat. They are talking about a softball team. If I can work it I'm going to try to get in on it. They may not let me because I am one of the working men. It's all right when we aren't using the tanks but if we get busy again they may tell me to stay at work. I think it would be fun for a while. Long time since Ive played ball.
Tomorrow night we have a big beer party here at the company. Supposed to be 6 kegs of beer and lots of things to eat. Sounds like a big time coming up. It'll taste very good too, if it stays as warm as it is today. I'll drink a few for you. Bet I get almost drunk. Can feel it coming on.
I'm going to another of these half ass battalion motor schools for a few days. Same civilian instructor and much the same material we had at that one I fucked up on shortly after I came back here last fall. It is only supposed to be for a few days. The camp is trying its best to make a mechanic of me, looks like.
I got your Friday letter yesterday. Didn't get any today though. I hope you aren't taking my telling you when and what letters I get. I'm not complaining or urging you to write. I'm just telling you so you'll know I'm getting them. I know I like to know you are getting mine. You do a very swell job of letter writing. Even when you re out until way late, you still take time to write. When I'm out late I neglect you and go to bed. You're a peach honey. I love you so much. You're my wife, that's what.
I'll try to finish answering your letters now.
Tony's experience is like mine and I guess all the rest of us. Expecting to be moved or be shipped all the time and very seldom anything happens. Australia wouldn't be a bad place to be. Think I'd like that. I've seen pictures of some damn nice looking Australian gals. Course they can't compete with you, but they are nice to look at anyhow. In fact, it's getting so most anything in skirts looks pretty good. I'm like the country rube in the big city looking at the buildings. Only difference I look at the gals. See one and I watch her as far as I can see her. Course I always did see most of them but I didn't stare like I do now. Guess women are rather important after all. I know one that sure as hell is important to me. I love her.
I'm glad you would sooner have your Sargent then all the commissioned officers in the world. I know I'd sooner have you than any other gal and when you feel the same-----boy, ain't it wonderful. We're in love and happy about the whole thing.
So now you have another mouse for someone to remove for you. You're quite a trapper.
Dreams are so foolish, sometimes and other times so nice. Imagine me coming home and only saying hello to you and not even wanting you to quit teaching. If you can imagine anything like that you don't know me as I am now. I'd sure do a lot more than say hello. In fact I'd probably forget all about even saying hello. That would be a very unsatisfactory greeting after 4 months. I surely wouldn't want you to be teaching if there was any way to get around it. If you had to I might even tag along and help you. Bet that would work good. Kids would probably learn something not in books.
I'm wanting to see you a hell of a lot and I don't mean maybe. About one more week and it will be as long as it was the first time. Seems like I was very glad to see you then. I can remember that day as clearly as if it was yesterday. Boy! It was swell. You were so beautiful and you loved me so much. Another time is coming and it is going to be every bit as tender, loving and exciting as that one and maybe more so. I'm primed and ready any time they decide to give me a leave. I'll be on my way as fast as I can go.
Well, sweetheart, it's bed time. Night, honey. I'm loving you and dreaming and it isn't about only saying hello. My dreams are mostly day dreams and a lot more loving, exciting, and, I think, closer to the actual than merely saying hello.
I loves you darling, you're my wife.
Your lover
Norm
Monday, February 28, 2011
Letter# 212 February 21, 1944
Feb. 21, 1944
Monday, eve.
Darling Chubbins;
Well honey, I think what I expected is about to happen. The battalion problem we were to go on today was called off. From the looks of things, I expect orders in a few days to lift the alert. They have teased us enough now I guess and will go back to old routine. Training will continue but be less intensive. We had orders today to quit work at 4:30 and dress for retreat. First time the mechanics have done that since last summer and first time for the company since the alert. All men will stand retreat every day except Sat & Sun. if they are on the post.
My guess, [I have no direct information] is the alert will be lifted and passes and furloughs will be handed out again. Don't get too enthused about that bit of news. It isn't official yet and unless I am lucky there are still a lot of fellows ahead of me on the furlough list. I'm hoping I'm lucky. It would be swell if I could get home soon. Four months without seeing you is plenty long for me. I'm hurtin.
I had hardly finished your letter yesterday when I got into another bull session. Brownie, Baker, Gebhardt , and I. It lasted the rest of the afternoon and instead of going for supper, I invited the boys to eat with me. We sure slicked up the box of things you sent. The boys all like your cookies and candy. Brownie especially. He isn't supposed to eat much of that kind of stuff. [I told you he has ulcers or something] but he got started on your cookies and made a pig of himself. Had to go take a pill. He says if he ever gets in our part of the country he's going to stop and get a meal or two. He always goes for Tib's cakes too. Tib's cheese and crackers didn't go begging either. Very good. I'll let you say, "Thanks Tib." for me. We had quit a party and shit slinging session and then we all dressed up and went to the show. "Standing Room Only" Fred McMurray and Paulette Goddard. Wasn't bad. Comedy.
I guess I introduced a new character to you tonight. Gebhardt. He's been with us all the time but we never got well acquainted until recently. He's from Kansas City, married, and is a T/4 radio mechanic. Since we've been over here at this camp his workroom is in the garage and he goes to the field with us in the mechanic's vehicle. Sleeps in the top bunk next to me. I don't have room tonight to go into detail. I'll remember and save introducing these fellows more fully to you for someday when I don't have much to write about. I guess I have been getting lax about that type of writing material. You've said you like to know about them but I rather forgot.
I'm going to answer some of your letters now. I got your Thurs. one today. That's a little more like mail service. I also got another letter from Jim. He doesn't say much at all. Isn't much they can say. Can't talk about what he does in the service and from what he says he has only been out of camp once in the time he's been there. That's a better record than mine. I've been out once in four months. Old married men and like it that way. I know I do. Wouldn't change it for anything.
Now for your letters.
You can tell Vi to send the gloves along. I really don't expect to need them very much down here any more this year, but I've been wearing my G.I. ones for work and they aren't what they used to be. If I should need a pair for dress, I'd be out of luck. The sweater sure has been handy and nice to have, these chilly days. It's a warm one.
I'd say you were doing all right with your driving on snowy, slippery, roads. Keep it up, sweetheart, you can do it. That one accident scared you out but you'll get over it if you keep at it. You can do just about anything you want to do. You're an unusual girl and I love you.
Good thing you told me about your new boyfriend. Even though he's only 8, I envy him being able to sit on your lap. I envy and am jealous of anyone that can be near you, 'cause that's where I want most to be. You're so nice to be with and boy are you nice to pet and love.
I guess I told you the 3 cent letter came the same time as the air mail ones mailed 1 & 2 days before.
They sure are keeping Gus on the hot seat aren't they? Get him all set to go and then pass him up for another month. Hope they pass him up for good.
You are a darn good looking lady when the occasion requires, but I like you best as the kid you say you feel like. You're you and I love you kid or lady it doesn't matter.
The dream about Knox is too glorious to even think about. I'd be so tickled you would hear me whoop clear up where you are. Too much good luck.
So you're reading parts of my letters to the gals. You're giving me away honey. They didn't know I liked you so much. I think Jean must get "goose flesh" very easily if my nicer letters do that to her. What would happen if she heard some of the others? You're going to have me believing my love letters are a success after all. I never expected them to mean anything to anyone but you. I want you to get "goose flesh" and like them , because I'm trying very hard to tell you I love you like hell and think you're the best gal ever created. You're tops honey. Night for today. I loves you mummy.
Your hubby. Norm.
Monday, eve.
Darling Chubbins;
Well honey, I think what I expected is about to happen. The battalion problem we were to go on today was called off. From the looks of things, I expect orders in a few days to lift the alert. They have teased us enough now I guess and will go back to old routine. Training will continue but be less intensive. We had orders today to quit work at 4:30 and dress for retreat. First time the mechanics have done that since last summer and first time for the company since the alert. All men will stand retreat every day except Sat & Sun. if they are on the post.
My guess, [I have no direct information] is the alert will be lifted and passes and furloughs will be handed out again. Don't get too enthused about that bit of news. It isn't official yet and unless I am lucky there are still a lot of fellows ahead of me on the furlough list. I'm hoping I'm lucky. It would be swell if I could get home soon. Four months without seeing you is plenty long for me. I'm hurtin.
I had hardly finished your letter yesterday when I got into another bull session. Brownie, Baker, Gebhardt , and I. It lasted the rest of the afternoon and instead of going for supper, I invited the boys to eat with me. We sure slicked up the box of things you sent. The boys all like your cookies and candy. Brownie especially. He isn't supposed to eat much of that kind of stuff. [I told you he has ulcers or something] but he got started on your cookies and made a pig of himself. Had to go take a pill. He says if he ever gets in our part of the country he's going to stop and get a meal or two. He always goes for Tib's cakes too. Tib's cheese and crackers didn't go begging either. Very good. I'll let you say, "Thanks Tib." for me. We had quit a party and shit slinging session and then we all dressed up and went to the show. "Standing Room Only" Fred McMurray and Paulette Goddard. Wasn't bad. Comedy.
I guess I introduced a new character to you tonight. Gebhardt. He's been with us all the time but we never got well acquainted until recently. He's from Kansas City, married, and is a T/4 radio mechanic. Since we've been over here at this camp his workroom is in the garage and he goes to the field with us in the mechanic's vehicle. Sleeps in the top bunk next to me. I don't have room tonight to go into detail. I'll remember and save introducing these fellows more fully to you for someday when I don't have much to write about. I guess I have been getting lax about that type of writing material. You've said you like to know about them but I rather forgot.
I'm going to answer some of your letters now. I got your Thurs. one today. That's a little more like mail service. I also got another letter from Jim. He doesn't say much at all. Isn't much they can say. Can't talk about what he does in the service and from what he says he has only been out of camp once in the time he's been there. That's a better record than mine. I've been out once in four months. Old married men and like it that way. I know I do. Wouldn't change it for anything.
Now for your letters.
You can tell Vi to send the gloves along. I really don't expect to need them very much down here any more this year, but I've been wearing my G.I. ones for work and they aren't what they used to be. If I should need a pair for dress, I'd be out of luck. The sweater sure has been handy and nice to have, these chilly days. It's a warm one.
I'd say you were doing all right with your driving on snowy, slippery, roads. Keep it up, sweetheart, you can do it. That one accident scared you out but you'll get over it if you keep at it. You can do just about anything you want to do. You're an unusual girl and I love you.
Good thing you told me about your new boyfriend. Even though he's only 8, I envy him being able to sit on your lap. I envy and am jealous of anyone that can be near you, 'cause that's where I want most to be. You're so nice to be with and boy are you nice to pet and love.
I guess I told you the 3 cent letter came the same time as the air mail ones mailed 1 & 2 days before.
They sure are keeping Gus on the hot seat aren't they? Get him all set to go and then pass him up for another month. Hope they pass him up for good.
You are a darn good looking lady when the occasion requires, but I like you best as the kid you say you feel like. You're you and I love you kid or lady it doesn't matter.
The dream about Knox is too glorious to even think about. I'd be so tickled you would hear me whoop clear up where you are. Too much good luck.
So you're reading parts of my letters to the gals. You're giving me away honey. They didn't know I liked you so much. I think Jean must get "goose flesh" very easily if my nicer letters do that to her. What would happen if she heard some of the others? You're going to have me believing my love letters are a success after all. I never expected them to mean anything to anyone but you. I want you to get "goose flesh" and like them , because I'm trying very hard to tell you I love you like hell and think you're the best gal ever created. You're tops honey. Night for today. I loves you mummy.
Your hubby. Norm.
P.S. As per orders, here are the only civilian identification I have with me. You can keep them for me.
love, Norm.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Letter # 211 February 20, 1944
Feb. 20. 1944
Sunday.
Sweetheart;
Whoops, honey, I got three letters from you this noon, Mon, Tues, and Wed ones. The Wed. ones had the plain 3 cent stamp and came in with the air mail ones written ahead of it. I guess that proves something or other. I don't believe it worth the extra for an air mail. Do you?
Some of the tank crews are working cleaning their tanks and getting them loaded for tomorrow, but the mechanics get a break. All day off. I've caught up on my letters and am now on yours and it isn't noon yet. I may do a little sleeping or reading this afternoon and go see a show tonight.
I sure slept like a log last night. I had missed so much sleep this week I guess I needed it. Called us at 7 and I was so lazy I damn near didn't get up for breakfast. My stomach won out so I got up and took care of it. 6 big plate size pancakes, bacon, coffee and a big bowl of cereal. I like my breakfast.
The other night when we got in so late it wasn't tank trouble, it was half track trouble again. The damned old thing is worn out and they won't give us a new one now that we are supposed to move. I'll fix them if we keep it much longer. I'll pick a nice spot of quicksand and run her in. Maybe it'll come out the other side and the Chinese can use it. There are places like that here. Have completely lost a few tanks in the 8th. Go down so deep they can't get them out.
To go on with the story. We are like the shoemaker. Fix other people's troubles and never take care of our own vehicles. We split a boggie wheel in half and had nothing to replace it with and not even a jack heavy enough to lift the half track so we could take it off. We were 35 miles from camp and all alone. Couldn't run her in that way. Would ruin the tracks. Tried several things and nothing seemed to work. We were about to settle down and wait for someone to hunt us up when I got an idea. We found a hunk of broken tow cable and and a roll of wire that belonged to some communication outfit in the 8th. Cut a couple good heavy prys and finally got the broken boogie lifted clear of the track. Wired it up with the cable and wire and took off. Held my breath all the way in. We got within a couple hundred yards of the motor park before it broke down. She limped in and we went to bed. It was a lot of work but better than missing a couple meals until someone found us or walking in.
We had an interesting little accident the other morning. Each company has its own garage. They are all built alike, exactly in line, and with about 60 feet between them. That leaves very little room to handle a big tank and run them in and out of the garage. Well, B company is next to us. They were trying to get a tank with a sticking clutch into their garage and instead it ended up in ours. It was startling. We were getting ready to go out with grease, oil and etc. for the tanks. The capt. Lt Newberger, Brownie and I were standing in our garage talking, deciding if we had everything we needed. The doors were all closed. We heard the tank outside but that is nothing too strange. Paid no attention until we heard a crashing and saw the doors and part of the side of the building folding up like an accordion. This tank's clutch stuck at the wrong time and it backed half way through our shop, taking doors, side and everything with it. It really did eat its way about 15 ft down one side before they got it stopped. A little bit more and it would have pulled the roof down. About the time the building got to shaking good, I left. Nearly made a new door myself, getting out. It was only idling too. You can imagine what would happen if it was going 20 miles an hour with full power.
We've had dinner now and been shooting the breeze. Kinda got me out of the writing mood. See if I can get back.
Brownie was telling about being in Leesville last night, trying to see some gal he's got there. "Why that dirty town was so fucking full of soldiers last night I didn't even get to see her." Seems she slings hash or something. Said, "I got within a hundred yards once, waved at her, and turned around and came back to camp." "I'll take care of her some other time." Then he goes on to tell about her.
"She's the cleanest looking gal I've seen in any of these joints." "Why, she even washes her hands once in a while." "I saw her do it once."
I guess it isn't that bad. Brownie always makes a good story of things.
Now I guess I'll answer a letter or two. Have to save one for another time.
I know the suspense of waiting for something to happen is hard to take. That is why I hesitated to even tell you of it until it happened. I guessed it would be a dry run or at least take quite a while to happen and it is. It's probably as well you do know. You can take it.
Glad you like my poor attempts at trying to tell you I love you. It doesn't sound very good to me. Seems clumsy and very inadequate. I just don't know how to put the proper words together to get the meaning I want. I'll have to write for one of these books, "How to Write Love Letters". Supposed to teach you to write super love letters in a week, all for 98 cents too. Oh hell! If you like what I say I guess that's all that matters.
I sure am going to try telling you as well as showing you next time I get a chance. If it has the effect on you, you say it will, I won't need any more prompting to keep it up. I like you "wild". When you're "wild" you can really take and give. Best loving ever came down the road. You better not go trying to lick your weight in wildcats. I'm glad my little love talk makes you feel so good but I want you all in one piece. Not all scratched up. You're much too pretty for that.
If my bed in the field sounds so attractive to you, we'll have to try it sometime. How about it? I'll try to keep you warm. Even lay up close all night if you want. Better quit thinking along that line or it will bring on another dirty letter. It gets me to think of you that way. I never could stay close to you without being bothered and now I can't think of you without being bothered. You've got what it takes to make me wild, even when you're 1500 miles away. What is it sweetheart?
You will never have to ask me if I'm going your way or tell me to take you. All you have to do is act like you wouldn't object very much and I'll take over. I loves you so much. You're sweet.
So you thought I wouldn't say much about Louisa's letter. Most cases I probably wouldn't, but that was too much. You tried to do all you could for her and I thought she was a different person than that letter showed. I don't like to have anyone shit on my wife. She's too nice a person for that.
You're darn right I like 'em big. After all they got all any other gal has and more and lots of it. I like gals built to last. I love you too and as long as you like to hear me tell you, I'll keep on telling you. I know I'm lucky and intend to hold that piece of luck in any way I can.
That covers your Monday letter. I'll leave the others until next time. Gosh, I reckon I'll be in the field tomorrow night so I won't be able to answer them until at least Tuesday. I should answer them now but I haven't time to do my chores and get in a show unless I quit now. I'll quit.
I guess you know I love you, but I'm going to keep on telling you anyhow. You don't know how much I love you. I can't tell you and I haven't been able to show you for a long time. There's a time coming honey, and then--------.
Bye sweetheart, I'm dreaming and loving you all the time. I'm your
loving hubby.
Norm.
Sunday.
Sweetheart;
Whoops, honey, I got three letters from you this noon, Mon, Tues, and Wed ones. The Wed. ones had the plain 3 cent stamp and came in with the air mail ones written ahead of it. I guess that proves something or other. I don't believe it worth the extra for an air mail. Do you?
Some of the tank crews are working cleaning their tanks and getting them loaded for tomorrow, but the mechanics get a break. All day off. I've caught up on my letters and am now on yours and it isn't noon yet. I may do a little sleeping or reading this afternoon and go see a show tonight.
I sure slept like a log last night. I had missed so much sleep this week I guess I needed it. Called us at 7 and I was so lazy I damn near didn't get up for breakfast. My stomach won out so I got up and took care of it. 6 big plate size pancakes, bacon, coffee and a big bowl of cereal. I like my breakfast.
The other night when we got in so late it wasn't tank trouble, it was half track trouble again. The damned old thing is worn out and they won't give us a new one now that we are supposed to move. I'll fix them if we keep it much longer. I'll pick a nice spot of quicksand and run her in. Maybe it'll come out the other side and the Chinese can use it. There are places like that here. Have completely lost a few tanks in the 8th. Go down so deep they can't get them out.
To go on with the story. We are like the shoemaker. Fix other people's troubles and never take care of our own vehicles. We split a boggie wheel in half and had nothing to replace it with and not even a jack heavy enough to lift the half track so we could take it off. We were 35 miles from camp and all alone. Couldn't run her in that way. Would ruin the tracks. Tried several things and nothing seemed to work. We were about to settle down and wait for someone to hunt us up when I got an idea. We found a hunk of broken tow cable and and a roll of wire that belonged to some communication outfit in the 8th. Cut a couple good heavy prys and finally got the broken boogie lifted clear of the track. Wired it up with the cable and wire and took off. Held my breath all the way in. We got within a couple hundred yards of the motor park before it broke down. She limped in and we went to bed. It was a lot of work but better than missing a couple meals until someone found us or walking in.
We had an interesting little accident the other morning. Each company has its own garage. They are all built alike, exactly in line, and with about 60 feet between them. That leaves very little room to handle a big tank and run them in and out of the garage. Well, B company is next to us. They were trying to get a tank with a sticking clutch into their garage and instead it ended up in ours. It was startling. We were getting ready to go out with grease, oil and etc. for the tanks. The capt. Lt Newberger, Brownie and I were standing in our garage talking, deciding if we had everything we needed. The doors were all closed. We heard the tank outside but that is nothing too strange. Paid no attention until we heard a crashing and saw the doors and part of the side of the building folding up like an accordion. This tank's clutch stuck at the wrong time and it backed half way through our shop, taking doors, side and everything with it. It really did eat its way about 15 ft down one side before they got it stopped. A little bit more and it would have pulled the roof down. About the time the building got to shaking good, I left. Nearly made a new door myself, getting out. It was only idling too. You can imagine what would happen if it was going 20 miles an hour with full power.
We've had dinner now and been shooting the breeze. Kinda got me out of the writing mood. See if I can get back.
Brownie was telling about being in Leesville last night, trying to see some gal he's got there. "Why that dirty town was so fucking full of soldiers last night I didn't even get to see her." Seems she slings hash or something. Said, "I got within a hundred yards once, waved at her, and turned around and came back to camp." "I'll take care of her some other time." Then he goes on to tell about her.
"She's the cleanest looking gal I've seen in any of these joints." "Why, she even washes her hands once in a while." "I saw her do it once."
I guess it isn't that bad. Brownie always makes a good story of things.
Now I guess I'll answer a letter or two. Have to save one for another time.
I know the suspense of waiting for something to happen is hard to take. That is why I hesitated to even tell you of it until it happened. I guessed it would be a dry run or at least take quite a while to happen and it is. It's probably as well you do know. You can take it.
Glad you like my poor attempts at trying to tell you I love you. It doesn't sound very good to me. Seems clumsy and very inadequate. I just don't know how to put the proper words together to get the meaning I want. I'll have to write for one of these books, "How to Write Love Letters". Supposed to teach you to write super love letters in a week, all for 98 cents too. Oh hell! If you like what I say I guess that's all that matters.
I sure am going to try telling you as well as showing you next time I get a chance. If it has the effect on you, you say it will, I won't need any more prompting to keep it up. I like you "wild". When you're "wild" you can really take and give. Best loving ever came down the road. You better not go trying to lick your weight in wildcats. I'm glad my little love talk makes you feel so good but I want you all in one piece. Not all scratched up. You're much too pretty for that.
If my bed in the field sounds so attractive to you, we'll have to try it sometime. How about it? I'll try to keep you warm. Even lay up close all night if you want. Better quit thinking along that line or it will bring on another dirty letter. It gets me to think of you that way. I never could stay close to you without being bothered and now I can't think of you without being bothered. You've got what it takes to make me wild, even when you're 1500 miles away. What is it sweetheart?
You will never have to ask me if I'm going your way or tell me to take you. All you have to do is act like you wouldn't object very much and I'll take over. I loves you so much. You're sweet.
So you thought I wouldn't say much about Louisa's letter. Most cases I probably wouldn't, but that was too much. You tried to do all you could for her and I thought she was a different person than that letter showed. I don't like to have anyone shit on my wife. She's too nice a person for that.
You're darn right I like 'em big. After all they got all any other gal has and more and lots of it. I like gals built to last. I love you too and as long as you like to hear me tell you, I'll keep on telling you. I know I'm lucky and intend to hold that piece of luck in any way I can.
That covers your Monday letter. I'll leave the others until next time. Gosh, I reckon I'll be in the field tomorrow night so I won't be able to answer them until at least Tuesday. I should answer them now but I haven't time to do my chores and get in a show unless I quit now. I'll quit.
I guess you know I love you, but I'm going to keep on telling you anyhow. You don't know how much I love you. I can't tell you and I haven't been able to show you for a long time. There's a time coming honey, and then--------.
Bye sweetheart, I'm dreaming and loving you all the time. I'm your
loving hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Letter #210 February 19, 1944
Feb 19, 1944
Sat. eve.
Hello, Sweetness;
I love you. Did you know? I do and I'm loving you by remote control right now. Some of these days I'm going to get close enough to really love you and make you know it.
I cut you rather short last night and didn't even answer your letters. I'll start on them now. I still haven't gotten any more. Your Sunday letter was the last. They're fucking me up and I don't like it. I got Tuesday's Gazette yesterday and your last letter was postmarked Monday
2 P.M. Seems funny that second class mail comes ahead of air mail.
I'm not a bit surprised to hear that you are finally having a little winter. You probably don't like it so much, but me, I'd sure like to see a snow drift again. I'm not built for a southern man I guess.
The income tax business came out a lot better than I expected. The most I had hoped for was to be forgiven the rest of my 1942 tax and to keep from paying any on either or both our income for this year. Lucky thing we looked into it. Even if we never get the money back it is worth it to be in the clear. We'll get the money but I imagine it will be at least three and probably 6 months. You did a very good job of explaining in your letter. You'll make a business woman yet. I would say Snedden is very reasonable. Only $1.00 for that job. Most lawyers charge at least $10.00 for a similar job. Did you vamp him or something? Maybe you were wearing that new black dress that fits so good. Woo! Woo! I'd pay you to come in my office and treat me to a look at you. I'd fill out your income tax sheets or anything and take my time doing it, so you'd be there longer. You're a very captivating gal, dressed in a close fitting revealing dress. Especially a black and white one. I don't remember if you told me about changing your hairdo or not. If you still have it up and curled like the picture, anyone would stop for a second look and maybe more. You're a peach honey. I love you.
You can bet I'm getting some chewing from the box you sent. I can "fess" a little before I go to bed now.
I wasn't the only one that's gotten a lot of pleasure from the papers and magazines. I took the funnies over to the day room and left them there when I finished. They didn't get thrown away and this noon I went in and fellows were almost standing in line to read them.
The letter from Angie's wife was just a thank you note, but it was very nice. I would imagine she is of ordinary education and probably very nice. I saw pictures of her when we were at Knox. She looks Italian in the face, but not bad looking at all. She's built like a brick shit house too. Not very tall, probably 5' 4" and pleasantly chubby. Got the proper curves all right.
You can bet we have a lot of happy years to look forward to. I'm certain I'll be as much in love with you then as I am now and will be every bit as happy as your folks have been. Of course, I don't imagine I'll be quite as loving, usually, as I am now, but I bet I'll still have it my head even if I can't do much about it. By that time I'll probably be down to a limit of not more than three or four a week instead of that many a day. Could beat that, even double it for a while right now. I'm hurtin for you honey. It's a sweet, anticipating hurt though. I love you my big, gorgeous, chubby wife.
There, I guess I've covered your letters fairly well. All ready for a new batch tomorrow. I've got several others to write again, but I'm going to do that tomorrow. We won't work as far as I know now. Going to give us a rest before the big problem on Monday and Tuesday. I'll probably be out at least one night, so you'll have another break in the chain of letters.
There are rumors around that our moving date has been set ahead for another month or so and that we are going on short maneuvers in this area. Other rumors say we will be off the alert and furloughs will start again. Then tonight the captain told us to send all our papers of identification home. We were also shown another training film. What to expect on a troop ship. It was all about conditions and discipline aboard. What to do in case of trouble and etc. That is the way it is here all the time. One continuous stream of conflicting rumors and stuff. No one knows anything, but my opinion is still the same as always until I really see us on our way.
Honey, I'm sleepy and a little tired so I'm signing off for today.
I'm loving you so much and wishing it won't be too long before we can see each other again for a few days at least. I'd much rather I could see you permanently but I guess that will be a while yet. I'm ready anytime to retire you to being my darling, loving wife again.
"You're so Nice to Come Home To". You really are. Night sweetheart, I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sat. eve.
Hello, Sweetness;
I love you. Did you know? I do and I'm loving you by remote control right now. Some of these days I'm going to get close enough to really love you and make you know it.
I cut you rather short last night and didn't even answer your letters. I'll start on them now. I still haven't gotten any more. Your Sunday letter was the last. They're fucking me up and I don't like it. I got Tuesday's Gazette yesterday and your last letter was postmarked Monday
2 P.M. Seems funny that second class mail comes ahead of air mail.
I'm not a bit surprised to hear that you are finally having a little winter. You probably don't like it so much, but me, I'd sure like to see a snow drift again. I'm not built for a southern man I guess.
The income tax business came out a lot better than I expected. The most I had hoped for was to be forgiven the rest of my 1942 tax and to keep from paying any on either or both our income for this year. Lucky thing we looked into it. Even if we never get the money back it is worth it to be in the clear. We'll get the money but I imagine it will be at least three and probably 6 months. You did a very good job of explaining in your letter. You'll make a business woman yet. I would say Snedden is very reasonable. Only $1.00 for that job. Most lawyers charge at least $10.00 for a similar job. Did you vamp him or something? Maybe you were wearing that new black dress that fits so good. Woo! Woo! I'd pay you to come in my office and treat me to a look at you. I'd fill out your income tax sheets or anything and take my time doing it, so you'd be there longer. You're a very captivating gal, dressed in a close fitting revealing dress. Especially a black and white one. I don't remember if you told me about changing your hairdo or not. If you still have it up and curled like the picture, anyone would stop for a second look and maybe more. You're a peach honey. I love you.
You can bet I'm getting some chewing from the box you sent. I can "fess" a little before I go to bed now.
I wasn't the only one that's gotten a lot of pleasure from the papers and magazines. I took the funnies over to the day room and left them there when I finished. They didn't get thrown away and this noon I went in and fellows were almost standing in line to read them.
The letter from Angie's wife was just a thank you note, but it was very nice. I would imagine she is of ordinary education and probably very nice. I saw pictures of her when we were at Knox. She looks Italian in the face, but not bad looking at all. She's built like a brick shit house too. Not very tall, probably 5' 4" and pleasantly chubby. Got the proper curves all right.
You can bet we have a lot of happy years to look forward to. I'm certain I'll be as much in love with you then as I am now and will be every bit as happy as your folks have been. Of course, I don't imagine I'll be quite as loving, usually, as I am now, but I bet I'll still have it my head even if I can't do much about it. By that time I'll probably be down to a limit of not more than three or four a week instead of that many a day. Could beat that, even double it for a while right now. I'm hurtin for you honey. It's a sweet, anticipating hurt though. I love you my big, gorgeous, chubby wife.
There, I guess I've covered your letters fairly well. All ready for a new batch tomorrow. I've got several others to write again, but I'm going to do that tomorrow. We won't work as far as I know now. Going to give us a rest before the big problem on Monday and Tuesday. I'll probably be out at least one night, so you'll have another break in the chain of letters.
There are rumors around that our moving date has been set ahead for another month or so and that we are going on short maneuvers in this area. Other rumors say we will be off the alert and furloughs will start again. Then tonight the captain told us to send all our papers of identification home. We were also shown another training film. What to expect on a troop ship. It was all about conditions and discipline aboard. What to do in case of trouble and etc. That is the way it is here all the time. One continuous stream of conflicting rumors and stuff. No one knows anything, but my opinion is still the same as always until I really see us on our way.
Honey, I'm sleepy and a little tired so I'm signing off for today.
I'm loving you so much and wishing it won't be too long before we can see each other again for a few days at least. I'd much rather I could see you permanently but I guess that will be a while yet. I'm ready anytime to retire you to being my darling, loving wife again.
"You're so Nice to Come Home To". You really are. Night sweetheart, I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 209 February 18, 1944
Feb 18, 1944
Fri, eve.
Hello, Sweetheart;
I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to write last night and I'm afraid this is going to be short. Our streak of good luck came to an end and boy have we been on the go. I pulled in at 1 A.M. this morning and we were on the go again at 5. Got in at 9 tonight and roll out at 5 again tomorrow. I'm a bit tired and in need of sleep. Getting old, I guess. Can't take it anymore. Gotta have my sleep. I won't get into detail on anything tonight. I'll do that over the weekend if I have any time. I rather expect we'll work Sunday again. Big battalion problem the first of the week and we'll be expected to have all the vehicles in running order. So far this week our tanks have covered about 500 miles and we lost two in that time. One, the other day and another today. Couple more are limping so I expect we might loose at least one more tomorrow.
Our cold spell is still with us. Not as bad as a week ago, but right snappy at times.
I got two letters from you yesterday. Your Fri and weekend one. None today. I also got the package today. Good stuff honey. I haven't more than tasted the eats but they are very good. That is part of the reason I have to cut your letter short. I spent too much time reading the funnies and magazines you sent. You know me. I can't rest if I have some unread funnies. Thanks a lot honey. It's nice to get things like that. Seems like I can feel a part of you in those boxes. You see, I'm giving you credit this time.
I'm glad you got the tax business cleared up. It sure turned out very good for us. Like getting money from home. Kind of a surprise.
You must have gotten over your bitching spell, [as you called it]. Two very nice sweet letters. I got them in the field and they couldn't budge me until I read them. I likes to hear from my wifey. You're a sweet old thing and I love you like hell.
Well honey, I'm going to close this now. I'll try to write you a nice long one tomorrow and answer your letters.
Thanks again for the sweets. It was very sweet of you.
Night sweetheart. I guess you know I love you. I could demonstrate it very effectively, I think, only I can't get close enough to you. I love you, wifey.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Fri, eve.
Hello, Sweetheart;
I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to write last night and I'm afraid this is going to be short. Our streak of good luck came to an end and boy have we been on the go. I pulled in at 1 A.M. this morning and we were on the go again at 5. Got in at 9 tonight and roll out at 5 again tomorrow. I'm a bit tired and in need of sleep. Getting old, I guess. Can't take it anymore. Gotta have my sleep. I won't get into detail on anything tonight. I'll do that over the weekend if I have any time. I rather expect we'll work Sunday again. Big battalion problem the first of the week and we'll be expected to have all the vehicles in running order. So far this week our tanks have covered about 500 miles and we lost two in that time. One, the other day and another today. Couple more are limping so I expect we might loose at least one more tomorrow.
Our cold spell is still with us. Not as bad as a week ago, but right snappy at times.
I got two letters from you yesterday. Your Fri and weekend one. None today. I also got the package today. Good stuff honey. I haven't more than tasted the eats but they are very good. That is part of the reason I have to cut your letter short. I spent too much time reading the funnies and magazines you sent. You know me. I can't rest if I have some unread funnies. Thanks a lot honey. It's nice to get things like that. Seems like I can feel a part of you in those boxes. You see, I'm giving you credit this time.
I'm glad you got the tax business cleared up. It sure turned out very good for us. Like getting money from home. Kind of a surprise.
You must have gotten over your bitching spell, [as you called it]. Two very nice sweet letters. I got them in the field and they couldn't budge me until I read them. I likes to hear from my wifey. You're a sweet old thing and I love you like hell.
Well honey, I'm going to close this now. I'll try to write you a nice long one tomorrow and answer your letters.
Thanks again for the sweets. It was very sweet of you.
Night sweetheart. I guess you know I love you. I could demonstrate it very effectively, I think, only I can't get close enough to you. I love you, wifey.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 208 February 16, 1944
Feb 16, 1944
Wed. eve.
Hello sweetness;
This is only going to be a note but I didn't think I'd even get a chance to do that much tonight. I didn't have to stay in the field. Baker and the two boys from Knox are having their first go at it by themselves. Baker made T/4 today so he is eligible to boss a crew. That makes three of us that can now take turns. Lately there hasn't been any turns about it, because we have all our vehicles running. Nothing for any of us to do at the shop so we all went out.
Mac and I did our firing and really fucked up on it. The firing was done from a moving half track. Started from about 400 yds from the targets and moved toward them at about 20 miles per hour. Had a hundred rounds to fire in that space of time. It was so foggy and misty it was impossible to see the targets for more than 50 yards. The targets were life size men. They told us about where the targets were and we shot blindly into the fog until we could see them. Had to fire the hundred rounds and get a score of 45 hits to qualify. It sounds easy but it isn't. It was clear yesterday when the rest fired and so far only 5 men in the battalion have qualified. Brownie got 21, Baker got 26, Mac got 10, and I got 14. Guess we fucked them up right. Made a lot of noise anyhow.
This afternoon I was Lt. Newberger's driver. Baker came in at noon with the news that one tank had broken a drive axle and so we went out ahead of the wrecker and helped get it ready to bring back. Then we went on and found some more trouble. Blown boggie wheel and the bearings had frozen to the shaft so tight, the boys couldn't get it off. We finally had to come back to camp and get a torch and burn it off. Then we went on to the bivouac area. The rest were all O.K. I thought we'd been having too good luck to last.
While we were on our way back to camp Newberger asked me if I'd help take the heads off his V8 and clean the carbon. Couldn't say much, but "Yes Sir". So I've been working all evening. We got it done and the Ford runs a lot better. I made a few other adjustments on it and he was pleased. Offered to pay me but I refused. I'm letting that go into the good will fund. Might help on a furlough. Whenever I can tactfully do it, I'm letting him know I want one. See how much I want to come home to you again? I'm even coming close to doing a little ass kissing.
I had a lot of fun running around in the peep. Newberger kept urging me to hit the breeze and I did. First time I ever had a chance to open one up. This one will do a little over 60 and boy, that's flying low in those light buggies and over these roads. Rough, muddy, and cut up. Worse than riding a horse. They do almost take off and fly when you hit a good bump.
I guess I'll go out again tomorrow. I think I'll be back at night though.
No letter again today and I answered all I had last night. I guess it's a good thing. It's after 12 and I really should go to bed.
Night, honey, I love you more and more as the days go by. You're my darling wife and sweetheart. You're my mummy and I'm hitched good and tight to your apron strings. Night and lots of love, loving, kisses, and things.
your lover
Norm.
Wed. eve.
Hello sweetness;
This is only going to be a note but I didn't think I'd even get a chance to do that much tonight. I didn't have to stay in the field. Baker and the two boys from Knox are having their first go at it by themselves. Baker made T/4 today so he is eligible to boss a crew. That makes three of us that can now take turns. Lately there hasn't been any turns about it, because we have all our vehicles running. Nothing for any of us to do at the shop so we all went out.
Mac and I did our firing and really fucked up on it. The firing was done from a moving half track. Started from about 400 yds from the targets and moved toward them at about 20 miles per hour. Had a hundred rounds to fire in that space of time. It was so foggy and misty it was impossible to see the targets for more than 50 yards. The targets were life size men. They told us about where the targets were and we shot blindly into the fog until we could see them. Had to fire the hundred rounds and get a score of 45 hits to qualify. It sounds easy but it isn't. It was clear yesterday when the rest fired and so far only 5 men in the battalion have qualified. Brownie got 21, Baker got 26, Mac got 10, and I got 14. Guess we fucked them up right. Made a lot of noise anyhow.
This afternoon I was Lt. Newberger's driver. Baker came in at noon with the news that one tank had broken a drive axle and so we went out ahead of the wrecker and helped get it ready to bring back. Then we went on and found some more trouble. Blown boggie wheel and the bearings had frozen to the shaft so tight, the boys couldn't get it off. We finally had to come back to camp and get a torch and burn it off. Then we went on to the bivouac area. The rest were all O.K. I thought we'd been having too good luck to last.
While we were on our way back to camp Newberger asked me if I'd help take the heads off his V8 and clean the carbon. Couldn't say much, but "Yes Sir". So I've been working all evening. We got it done and the Ford runs a lot better. I made a few other adjustments on it and he was pleased. Offered to pay me but I refused. I'm letting that go into the good will fund. Might help on a furlough. Whenever I can tactfully do it, I'm letting him know I want one. See how much I want to come home to you again? I'm even coming close to doing a little ass kissing.
I had a lot of fun running around in the peep. Newberger kept urging me to hit the breeze and I did. First time I ever had a chance to open one up. This one will do a little over 60 and boy, that's flying low in those light buggies and over these roads. Rough, muddy, and cut up. Worse than riding a horse. They do almost take off and fly when you hit a good bump.
I guess I'll go out again tomorrow. I think I'll be back at night though.
No letter again today and I answered all I had last night. I guess it's a good thing. It's after 12 and I really should go to bed.
Night, honey, I love you more and more as the days go by. You're my darling wife and sweetheart. You're my mummy and I'm hitched good and tight to your apron strings. Night and lots of love, loving, kisses, and things.
your lover
Norm.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Letter # 207 February 15, 1944
Feb 15, 1944
Tues. eve.
My darling Chubbins;
Gosh, honey, here it is the middle of February already. Time is rolling right along. Let her go. As long as I'm here I don't care how fast it goes, but when I get home again I hope it slows down a bit. So many things for us to do together and we're losing time we'll have to make up. The time is coming and I hope not too far away. I love you honey.
I have been reading the Gazette, last Fridays, and I see Hal Burton has died. He had become a figure around the lake. He'll be missed. Don't think I'll ever forget the kick he got out of your obscene but funny outbursts when you fell on your butt in the water. I always got a big kick out of such exclamations of yours, but I think he enjoyed them more than I. Quite a character.
I didn't get a chance to do my firing today. Changed the schedule again and Mac and I were sent out with the tanks. Didn't even have a driver today so I took over. First time I have driven anything but a tank for several months. {I still want to spell month with a "u". Remember? Way back while I was at Knox you corrected me on that. I remember, but still want to spell it wrong. I'm a hell of a speller anyhow}.
Have to keep in practice or I'll forget how to drive an automobile. It was an uneventful trip of about 50 miles. Very little trouble. I can't get over the good luck we are having lately. Hope it lasts.
The tankers were getting in a little practice with the 75's. I tried to wiggle a few shots but no soap. I like to shoot that baby. Wish I could get a truckload and blast away. I'd have me some fun. It's interesting to watch too.
The company goes out again tomorrow and stays out tomorrow night and Thurs. A few that missed firing the machine gun today are scheduled for that tomorrow afternoon. I don't know if we will get out where the company is, then, or not. I imagine so.
I still haven't gotten your Friday letter. They are fucking me up proper on my letters. I get the Gazette on time but no love letter. I still have two of yours to answer so I'm ahead of the game anyhow.
I see I have another box of something to eat on the way. Thanks honey, very thoughtful of you. I like to get boxes and things from you. This time I can give you credit for it, you say. Think maybe I better give Tib credit. She got cheated once when I gave you the credit.
I see you got the package with the notebooks, gum and etc. I changed my mind about making you do something special for more gum. You're sweet enough without any bribing. I've even got a few more packages in my locker now, waiting for the next shipment. I'm wondering about the other package I sent at the same time. I suppose it got separated and you got it a day or so later.
I even remembered and sent you a valentine card. I remember when I was in school, seeing other boys give their special girl a nice big valentine and I never had anyone that I liked enough to give a nice one. I think that one is the first big one I ever gave any girl. You're kinda special. I love you.
I don't know honey, about your statement of being happy to get along on your government check. You could probably swing it all right, especially now, because I could and would be very glad to send you a little each month to help out. I don't like to have you working any more than you like to work. You're much too nice a wife to need to do anything else. The trouble is I'm afraid time would get heavy as hell if you weren't busy. Having a job keeps you occupied and you don't have much time to get lonesome and blue. I know. I don't like to have very much time with nothing to do. I get thinking about things as they should be and that isn't good for peace of mind.
Baby. You find out what the 46 different ways of approach are in this "Science of Diddling" and we'll try them all out when we get the chance and time. Might possibly be a better one than we have discovered. If there is it will have to be something. You've shown me some that leave very little room for improvement. Best loving ever came down the road.
It's getting past my bedtime. I too, need my beauty sleep. Not like I used to be at home. I've gotten so used to going to bed early, I miss it when I don't get my sleep. It's probably a good thing you have become good at getting up. I'll need someone to call me to get me out. At least until I get used to civilian life again. You're going to have a lot of training to do over again.
Night, sweetheart. I love you so much.
Your hubby.
Norm.
P.S. I see you sign yourself, "Your bitching wife" I don't think you are, the way you meant it, but I'm expecting you to be bitching in another way when our 4th honeymoon comes up.
Your bitch loving husband.
Norm.
Tues. eve.
My darling Chubbins;
Gosh, honey, here it is the middle of February already. Time is rolling right along. Let her go. As long as I'm here I don't care how fast it goes, but when I get home again I hope it slows down a bit. So many things for us to do together and we're losing time we'll have to make up. The time is coming and I hope not too far away. I love you honey.
I have been reading the Gazette, last Fridays, and I see Hal Burton has died. He had become a figure around the lake. He'll be missed. Don't think I'll ever forget the kick he got out of your obscene but funny outbursts when you fell on your butt in the water. I always got a big kick out of such exclamations of yours, but I think he enjoyed them more than I. Quite a character.
I didn't get a chance to do my firing today. Changed the schedule again and Mac and I were sent out with the tanks. Didn't even have a driver today so I took over. First time I have driven anything but a tank for several months. {I still want to spell month with a "u". Remember? Way back while I was at Knox you corrected me on that. I remember, but still want to spell it wrong. I'm a hell of a speller anyhow}.
Have to keep in practice or I'll forget how to drive an automobile. It was an uneventful trip of about 50 miles. Very little trouble. I can't get over the good luck we are having lately. Hope it lasts.
The tankers were getting in a little practice with the 75's. I tried to wiggle a few shots but no soap. I like to shoot that baby. Wish I could get a truckload and blast away. I'd have me some fun. It's interesting to watch too.
The company goes out again tomorrow and stays out tomorrow night and Thurs. A few that missed firing the machine gun today are scheduled for that tomorrow afternoon. I don't know if we will get out where the company is, then, or not. I imagine so.
I still haven't gotten your Friday letter. They are fucking me up proper on my letters. I get the Gazette on time but no love letter. I still have two of yours to answer so I'm ahead of the game anyhow.
I see I have another box of something to eat on the way. Thanks honey, very thoughtful of you. I like to get boxes and things from you. This time I can give you credit for it, you say. Think maybe I better give Tib credit. She got cheated once when I gave you the credit.
I see you got the package with the notebooks, gum and etc. I changed my mind about making you do something special for more gum. You're sweet enough without any bribing. I've even got a few more packages in my locker now, waiting for the next shipment. I'm wondering about the other package I sent at the same time. I suppose it got separated and you got it a day or so later.
I even remembered and sent you a valentine card. I remember when I was in school, seeing other boys give their special girl a nice big valentine and I never had anyone that I liked enough to give a nice one. I think that one is the first big one I ever gave any girl. You're kinda special. I love you.
I don't know honey, about your statement of being happy to get along on your government check. You could probably swing it all right, especially now, because I could and would be very glad to send you a little each month to help out. I don't like to have you working any more than you like to work. You're much too nice a wife to need to do anything else. The trouble is I'm afraid time would get heavy as hell if you weren't busy. Having a job keeps you occupied and you don't have much time to get lonesome and blue. I know. I don't like to have very much time with nothing to do. I get thinking about things as they should be and that isn't good for peace of mind.
Baby. You find out what the 46 different ways of approach are in this "Science of Diddling" and we'll try them all out when we get the chance and time. Might possibly be a better one than we have discovered. If there is it will have to be something. You've shown me some that leave very little room for improvement. Best loving ever came down the road.
It's getting past my bedtime. I too, need my beauty sleep. Not like I used to be at home. I've gotten so used to going to bed early, I miss it when I don't get my sleep. It's probably a good thing you have become good at getting up. I'll need someone to call me to get me out. At least until I get used to civilian life again. You're going to have a lot of training to do over again.
Night, sweetheart. I love you so much.
Your hubby.
Norm.
P.S. I see you sign yourself, "Your bitching wife" I don't think you are, the way you meant it, but I'm expecting you to be bitching in another way when our 4th honeymoon comes up.
Your bitch loving husband.
Norm.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Letter # 206 February 14, 1944
Feb 14,1944
Mon. eve.
Hello Babe, darling;
Boy! Honey, I did all right today at mail call. This noon I got your Wed. & Thursday letters and your valentine card and this evening I got your Tues. letter. Kinda screwed up but I'm nearly up to date now. Should have gotten your Friday one today. Now maybe I'll get a letter tomorrow. I like to get my letters. They kinda take the place of the loving I'm missing.
We checked the tanks over today and had surprisingly little trouble to fix up. Most of them on the ball again and ready to go. It seems good to be ahead of the game for a change. Have been having a rather easy time of it lately. We work all day but aren't rushed.
We, all the mechanics, go out and fire the 30 cal. machine gun from moving half track, cross country tomorrow afternoon. As far as I know now we will be back at night. If we aren't, my honey will really be hurtin for letters. I always carry stationery and and I may bribe someone to take one in and mail it, if I'm out that long. It'll be in pencil, but I guess you can enjoy it just the same. I wouldn't want to miss three nights in a row. Very seldom missed loving you that many days in a row. Did I? Letters are the only thing to take the place of loving, so I try to keep up. Letters get to be a lot more of a chore than loving, but I really do enjoy writing to you. I loves my big, chubby, good looking wife.
Brownie and I were gold bricking a little in the office this afternoon and all the company officers came in to do the same thing. The first subject for discussion was the one that is bothering all of us. When and if and where are we moving. They are about divided in their opinions. Part of them think we won't move for a long time. The rest think we'll move within the next two or three weeks. The captain's opinion is by the first of March, we will be at P.O.E. I laughed when he said it. He looked at me and asked, "What in hell is the matter with you?" I told him. "I have been hearing that so much for the past month, it's funny." "I can't even believe we'll move at all, much less to P.O.E." Lt Newberger cut in. "You tell him, Effinger." "We'll still be here next fall."
He's even betting all the money anyone wants to put up that we'll be in this country until next September. He asked Captain Spencer if he wanted to put some money on it and the Captain backed down. Said his own opinion was much the same, only the battalion commanders seemed to be sure we were going. It's any ones guess. One as good as another. We may move from here but this outfit needs a lot of streamlining before it will go overseas. Too many men over the age limit and a lot of them aren't physically fit. The captain himself is 33 and not in very good shape. The battalion could be cut in size. The old and unfit transferred and then it would be possible. This is strictly a combat outfit in one of the roughest branches of the service and when it goes to combat every man in it will be, of necessity, a damn good man.
Brownie had a birthday today. 32 yrs. old.
I guess this is all the news and gossip I know and now I'll start answering your letters. Couple very nice sweet ones. You're sweet too. I love you, you old devil.
I didn't think my letter to Tib a very big success, but apparently it was well received. Don't compliment me on not forgetting any member of the family. You are responsible for that. You prompt me and keep me on the ball. Don't see how I ever got along without you. Letters to other people are rather hard for me to write. When I write to you I say what I think and feel and depend on you to understand. I can't do that with others. You're even nice to write letters to. You never get mad at anything I say and always seem to know what I mean. You're nice.
Vi mentioned mentioned in her last letter that you had drafted her to go along to your meetings. It's nice for two left alone wives to be able to go around together.
You damn well know I'm hurtin' for my honey. I miss you a hell of a lot. Don't worry about making it hard for me. [it gets that way without any prompting]. I sure wish you could be here to take care of me. Then you could make it hard for me any time you wanted. I'd like that. So would it. We like to have you love us.
I'm glad you're getting along so well with your winter driving. I thought you could if you'd get over being afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take it easy and use a little caution and you'll do O.K.
I want you to believe you're a very unusual gal or I wouldn't be telling you. You are, and if you aren't egotistical enough to know it, I'll tell you so you will know it. I'm not shooting the shit. You are a very swell person and I know it. Do you think I'd be staying in and loving you, when I might be out loving some gal I could get hold of, if you weren't worth it? I'll say I wouldn't. You're worth waiting a lot of years for. I hope I don't have to wait very much longer. I don't like to be away from you.
I think you misunderstood a part of one of my letters. I can't remember asking for an itemized account of my good qualities, but it's nice to have you tell me. I love to have you think I'm all right. Quite a list honey. I must be some guy.
I remember where the phrase "good posture" came from. Tickled me after having you tell me I had a bay window. All in the past [and future] now. The bald head gets no comment. I don't know where you got your information about the "half foot" being nothing to belittle. I extend my sympathies to any man with less and envy those with more.
The rest are all things I'm afraid you're daydreaming a little about. I'll accept some of them, but I think you are expecting a bigger improvement in me than is really the case. As far as you are concerned, I know I've changed or at least realized that you deserve more than I was giving and I'm going to make a big effort to correct that. In other ways and toward other people, I doubt if there has been much change. I don't want you to be disappointed, honey.
I'm not going to become a hermit. Never fear. I'm only saving my energy and everything until I have you with me and I can really enjoy myself.
You remember I never was too much at going places and there isn't much incentive now. I always enjoyed being with you more than I enjoyed the things and places we went. The things I really enjoyed like skating, fishing, hunting, and etc. I tried to get you interested in so we could go together.
You've got me roped and tied plenty tight and I'm not even going to try to stretch the bonds. I love it. I love you. I like to have you with me. I know I did get a bit annoyed when you tagged me around over the place and bothered me. I could stand a lot of that now. Don't think I'll ever be annoyed by that again. I know now, how much I miss you when you aren't within call.
Gosh, sweetheart, this only answers one of your letters, but I guess I'll stop and write a note to Mom & Hazel yet. I may not have another chance this week.
Night, you old darlin, you. I'm loving you by long distance and saving a lot of the real thing for our next glorious reunion. May it be soon. You'd be surprised how much loving I've got saved up for you. I love you, sweetheart and wife.
your hubby.
Norm.
Mon. eve.
Hello Babe, darling;
Boy! Honey, I did all right today at mail call. This noon I got your Wed. & Thursday letters and your valentine card and this evening I got your Tues. letter. Kinda screwed up but I'm nearly up to date now. Should have gotten your Friday one today. Now maybe I'll get a letter tomorrow. I like to get my letters. They kinda take the place of the loving I'm missing.
We checked the tanks over today and had surprisingly little trouble to fix up. Most of them on the ball again and ready to go. It seems good to be ahead of the game for a change. Have been having a rather easy time of it lately. We work all day but aren't rushed.
We, all the mechanics, go out and fire the 30 cal. machine gun from moving half track, cross country tomorrow afternoon. As far as I know now we will be back at night. If we aren't, my honey will really be hurtin for letters. I always carry stationery and and I may bribe someone to take one in and mail it, if I'm out that long. It'll be in pencil, but I guess you can enjoy it just the same. I wouldn't want to miss three nights in a row. Very seldom missed loving you that many days in a row. Did I? Letters are the only thing to take the place of loving, so I try to keep up. Letters get to be a lot more of a chore than loving, but I really do enjoy writing to you. I loves my big, chubby, good looking wife.
Brownie and I were gold bricking a little in the office this afternoon and all the company officers came in to do the same thing. The first subject for discussion was the one that is bothering all of us. When and if and where are we moving. They are about divided in their opinions. Part of them think we won't move for a long time. The rest think we'll move within the next two or three weeks. The captain's opinion is by the first of March, we will be at P.O.E. I laughed when he said it. He looked at me and asked, "What in hell is the matter with you?" I told him. "I have been hearing that so much for the past month, it's funny." "I can't even believe we'll move at all, much less to P.O.E." Lt Newberger cut in. "You tell him, Effinger." "We'll still be here next fall."
He's even betting all the money anyone wants to put up that we'll be in this country until next September. He asked Captain Spencer if he wanted to put some money on it and the Captain backed down. Said his own opinion was much the same, only the battalion commanders seemed to be sure we were going. It's any ones guess. One as good as another. We may move from here but this outfit needs a lot of streamlining before it will go overseas. Too many men over the age limit and a lot of them aren't physically fit. The captain himself is 33 and not in very good shape. The battalion could be cut in size. The old and unfit transferred and then it would be possible. This is strictly a combat outfit in one of the roughest branches of the service and when it goes to combat every man in it will be, of necessity, a damn good man.
Brownie had a birthday today. 32 yrs. old.
I guess this is all the news and gossip I know and now I'll start answering your letters. Couple very nice sweet ones. You're sweet too. I love you, you old devil.
I didn't think my letter to Tib a very big success, but apparently it was well received. Don't compliment me on not forgetting any member of the family. You are responsible for that. You prompt me and keep me on the ball. Don't see how I ever got along without you. Letters to other people are rather hard for me to write. When I write to you I say what I think and feel and depend on you to understand. I can't do that with others. You're even nice to write letters to. You never get mad at anything I say and always seem to know what I mean. You're nice.
Vi mentioned mentioned in her last letter that you had drafted her to go along to your meetings. It's nice for two left alone wives to be able to go around together.
You damn well know I'm hurtin' for my honey. I miss you a hell of a lot. Don't worry about making it hard for me. [it gets that way without any prompting]. I sure wish you could be here to take care of me. Then you could make it hard for me any time you wanted. I'd like that. So would it. We like to have you love us.
I'm glad you're getting along so well with your winter driving. I thought you could if you'd get over being afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take it easy and use a little caution and you'll do O.K.
I want you to believe you're a very unusual gal or I wouldn't be telling you. You are, and if you aren't egotistical enough to know it, I'll tell you so you will know it. I'm not shooting the shit. You are a very swell person and I know it. Do you think I'd be staying in and loving you, when I might be out loving some gal I could get hold of, if you weren't worth it? I'll say I wouldn't. You're worth waiting a lot of years for. I hope I don't have to wait very much longer. I don't like to be away from you.
I think you misunderstood a part of one of my letters. I can't remember asking for an itemized account of my good qualities, but it's nice to have you tell me. I love to have you think I'm all right. Quite a list honey. I must be some guy.
I remember where the phrase "good posture" came from. Tickled me after having you tell me I had a bay window. All in the past [and future] now. The bald head gets no comment. I don't know where you got your information about the "half foot" being nothing to belittle. I extend my sympathies to any man with less and envy those with more.
The rest are all things I'm afraid you're daydreaming a little about. I'll accept some of them, but I think you are expecting a bigger improvement in me than is really the case. As far as you are concerned, I know I've changed or at least realized that you deserve more than I was giving and I'm going to make a big effort to correct that. In other ways and toward other people, I doubt if there has been much change. I don't want you to be disappointed, honey.
I'm not going to become a hermit. Never fear. I'm only saving my energy and everything until I have you with me and I can really enjoy myself.
You remember I never was too much at going places and there isn't much incentive now. I always enjoyed being with you more than I enjoyed the things and places we went. The things I really enjoyed like skating, fishing, hunting, and etc. I tried to get you interested in so we could go together.
You've got me roped and tied plenty tight and I'm not even going to try to stretch the bonds. I love it. I love you. I like to have you with me. I know I did get a bit annoyed when you tagged me around over the place and bothered me. I could stand a lot of that now. Don't think I'll ever be annoyed by that again. I know now, how much I miss you when you aren't within call.
Gosh, sweetheart, this only answers one of your letters, but I guess I'll stop and write a note to Mom & Hazel yet. I may not have another chance this week.
Night, you old darlin, you. I'm loving you by long distance and saving a lot of the real thing for our next glorious reunion. May it be soon. You'd be surprised how much loving I've got saved up for you. I love you, sweetheart and wife.
your hubby.
Norm.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Letter # 205 February 13, 1944
Feb. 13, 1944
Sunday eve.
Hello Sweetheart;
We had another very lucky trip to the field. All out and all back and we only had a few minutes work at noon. Otherwise they all kept right on running. The only real trouble we had was with our own vehicle. The oil seal at the rear main bearing blew out and there was very little we could do with it out there so we just poured oil in and ran her home. Took about 5 gallon of oil to get back on.
The boys were all mad because we were working today. Most of them were out on drunks all night and some of them were far from sober this morning. You can imagine how they fucked up the problem. Surely didn't gain a thing by going out today. To top it all off, we had gotten back to the edge of camp and one of the boys drove his tank into the river. Swears it was accidental but I doubt it. It was really only a nearly dry creek bed and the road turned over it. Nice wide bridge but he missed it entirely and buried the tank in mud and quicksand. We worked for an hour towing it out. Lt. Newberger was so mad he couldn't see straight. It marred his perfect record for having no tanks out of action.
It was cold as hell again today. I had on about half the clothes I own and wasn't doing any sweating. We ride in an open half track and you can imagine how warm that is when it's about freezing. The only time they allow us to put the top on is when it rains. Have a canvas top for it and even a heater. Nice when we can use them.
This is going to sound rather funny after telling you how cold it was today but it's true. I was noticing that the buds on the trees are getting big and a few trees are even showing new green leaves. Then this noon, while walking from tank to tank, I noticed a few flowers in bloom. Similar to our spring beauties, only much smaller. Later this afternoon we passed a place where, evidently a farmhouse used to be before the army moved in. Some sort of fruit trees were in full bloom. I would say they were sure signs of spring in Louisiana. I was wondering why, with all the beautiful days the past few weeks, the trees weren't leafing out. That much warm weather at home would do it. I guess the trees must go by the calendar and take their proper vacation regardless of temperature. The last few days prove they are smart.
Things are really beginning to point to a move or something in the air. I still refuse to believe it until I see it happen. We have turned in several inventories of tools we have and don't have and are now filling out forms on each of the tanks and equipment for each. All that kind of paper work goes with a change of equipment and a move. Something may happen yet I hope. I'm ready to move someplace.
Another day and still no letters from you. They must be sending our mail by way of China or something. Your Monday letter is the last I've gotten and usually I have your Thurs. one by now. Boy, I'll get a pile when they do come through. Hope you are getting better service than that.
I'm sending a cute little verse that one of the fellows showed me this evening. I got a good laugh out of it and I thought you would enjoy it.
I'm run down and I guess I'll quit. I'm wasting a lot of good paper and shorting you on your letter beside. Hell of a note! Isn't it?
I forgot to say, the schedule for this week calls for Wed, Thurs, & Friday in the field. More missing letters for you I'm afraid. In this outfit the mail man doesn't come out in the field so there isn't much use trying to write. Couldn't get them mailed until I get back anyhow. I'm not sure that I will be out, but on that long a problem, I imagine I will be.
Tomorrow is Valentine day. I remember you asked me in a letter. Would I be your valentine? After some consideration of the question I've decided I would like to be your valentine as long as I can still retain my status as your husband and lover. That is something I wouldn't give up for anything. I loves my wife. She's tops. Best loving ever came down the road and lots and lots of other things.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you and dreaming of seeing you soon.
your valentine.
Norm.
Sunday eve.
Hello Sweetheart;
We had another very lucky trip to the field. All out and all back and we only had a few minutes work at noon. Otherwise they all kept right on running. The only real trouble we had was with our own vehicle. The oil seal at the rear main bearing blew out and there was very little we could do with it out there so we just poured oil in and ran her home. Took about 5 gallon of oil to get back on.
The boys were all mad because we were working today. Most of them were out on drunks all night and some of them were far from sober this morning. You can imagine how they fucked up the problem. Surely didn't gain a thing by going out today. To top it all off, we had gotten back to the edge of camp and one of the boys drove his tank into the river. Swears it was accidental but I doubt it. It was really only a nearly dry creek bed and the road turned over it. Nice wide bridge but he missed it entirely and buried the tank in mud and quicksand. We worked for an hour towing it out. Lt. Newberger was so mad he couldn't see straight. It marred his perfect record for having no tanks out of action.
It was cold as hell again today. I had on about half the clothes I own and wasn't doing any sweating. We ride in an open half track and you can imagine how warm that is when it's about freezing. The only time they allow us to put the top on is when it rains. Have a canvas top for it and even a heater. Nice when we can use them.
This is going to sound rather funny after telling you how cold it was today but it's true. I was noticing that the buds on the trees are getting big and a few trees are even showing new green leaves. Then this noon, while walking from tank to tank, I noticed a few flowers in bloom. Similar to our spring beauties, only much smaller. Later this afternoon we passed a place where, evidently a farmhouse used to be before the army moved in. Some sort of fruit trees were in full bloom. I would say they were sure signs of spring in Louisiana. I was wondering why, with all the beautiful days the past few weeks, the trees weren't leafing out. That much warm weather at home would do it. I guess the trees must go by the calendar and take their proper vacation regardless of temperature. The last few days prove they are smart.
Things are really beginning to point to a move or something in the air. I still refuse to believe it until I see it happen. We have turned in several inventories of tools we have and don't have and are now filling out forms on each of the tanks and equipment for each. All that kind of paper work goes with a change of equipment and a move. Something may happen yet I hope. I'm ready to move someplace.
Another day and still no letters from you. They must be sending our mail by way of China or something. Your Monday letter is the last I've gotten and usually I have your Thurs. one by now. Boy, I'll get a pile when they do come through. Hope you are getting better service than that.
I'm sending a cute little verse that one of the fellows showed me this evening. I got a good laugh out of it and I thought you would enjoy it.
I'm run down and I guess I'll quit. I'm wasting a lot of good paper and shorting you on your letter beside. Hell of a note! Isn't it?
I forgot to say, the schedule for this week calls for Wed, Thurs, & Friday in the field. More missing letters for you I'm afraid. In this outfit the mail man doesn't come out in the field so there isn't much use trying to write. Couldn't get them mailed until I get back anyhow. I'm not sure that I will be out, but on that long a problem, I imagine I will be.
Tomorrow is Valentine day. I remember you asked me in a letter. Would I be your valentine? After some consideration of the question I've decided I would like to be your valentine as long as I can still retain my status as your husband and lover. That is something I wouldn't give up for anything. I loves my wife. She's tops. Best loving ever came down the road and lots and lots of other things.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you and dreaming of seeing you soon.
your valentine.
Norm.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Letter # 203 February 12, 1944
Feb 12, 1944
Sat. eve.
My lovely wife;
Our winter weather has moderated a little. Really felt good to wear underwear and field jacket all day. The wind is so raw and cold. Get in the sun in a sheltered place and it's like summer.
We thought until noon that we were to have another weekend off, but that was too good to be true. Restricted us this noon and orders came out tonight, that tomorrow is a duty day. The problem the other day fucked up somehow and we go out and do it over tomorrow.
I wasn't much surprised. We've had two consecutive weekends off and that is the most we've had since I've been in this outfit.
It'll be only for tomorrow. We'll be in sometime late in the afternoon. We worked a full day at the shop, fixing up small troubles that developed on the last run and, once again, C company comes through and has all its tanks ready to go out. Hope we have as good luck as last time.
I got a letter from Steve and one from Vi today, but none from my honey. This mail service is terrible. Vi's letter was mailed on Thurs. by regular mail and I got it this evening. The last I have from you is your Monday letter and all of yours are air mail. That's the second time recently that the same thing has happened. I'm beginning to believe the extra cost of air mail is wasted. For comparison, tell me how the two I mailed to you last night arrive. One air mail and one free. I'll bet they get there the same time.
I was rather surprised to get a letter from Steve so promptly. Thought he would be too busy to write. Maybe love has changed him also. His letter is written on Yosemite Lodge stationery. Says he was there skiing and he didn't do so good. Sprained an ankle rather badly I guess. Mentions going places on Sat & Sunday--zoos, tennis tournaments, beaches, night clubs, and etc. Says it's his idea of the way a war should be fought and then gets serious and reckons we'll have to pay for things we don't do when we should and then adds that he is going to keep playing as much as he can. Sounds like he isn't very badly overworked and is having a good time. I don't believe he works as much in the army as he did at home. He sure can do it and get away with it. He even mentions "we" several times in his letter. Meaning his gal and himself I take it. I won't bother to send it. I've covered all he said.
Don't you wish your dreams had come true and you had him for a husband instead of old, drab me? You can wish it but you hadn't better tell me so or I'll quit sending you gum. I loves my old mummy. She's swell.
I fooled the mailman this time. I have one of your letters to answer even though he didn't bring me any today. I'll answer it now.
I wasn't very much concerned about the mice smelling up the place, but I'm glad you found a man to do it for you. If I had come home I'm afraid the mice would have been forgotten anyhow.
Don't worry honey. As soon as any furloughs are given again I'll be asking for one and keep on asking until I get one. I don't know how much luck I'll have, but I'll sure as hell try. I'm eligible for one now. Four months since the start of the last one. Of course, there are at least 50 or 60 men still ahead of me and unless I can buck the line, it'll be a while yet. Only about 10 men every two weeks can go on furlough. That might mean three months before my turn comes up. This alert rather balled up the works. No one has gone since the first of Jan. It would be swell if I could get home soon, because, as you say, it would break the long stretch until summer.
Well, no use talking about it. If it happens, swell, if it doesn't----- we'll make out.
Damn it honey, I know damn well you'd go through anything to be by me. You're that way. I don't think it fair to ask that much. As I said before. You are on your own in that matter now. I won't say a word against whatever you decide to do.
You're not the only one who does a little bragging once in a while. I never miss a chance to show my wife's picture and talk about her a little. I was showing my collection to a young fellow from Maine the other night. He's a very nice looking big athlete. Doesn't smoke, drink, swear, or anything, but is still a man. Rather serious minded. I came to the folder and handed that to him. His first remark was, "Why she's a good looking lady," just like it was hard to believe that I had such a nice wife. We all laughed and he realized how funny it sounded and he hastily said, "Well, she's pretty and so capable looking." I agreed and told him he couldn't even begin to value you from your picture. So there too. That is as exact as I can remember the words.
I've been telling you you're nice and beautiful and capable and you brush me off. Maybe you'll believe me soon. I mean all I say. Wait until I see you. I'll show you and make you believe it.
I love you so much. You're my own sweet wife an' everything.
your hubby.
Norm.
Sat. eve.
My lovely wife;
Our winter weather has moderated a little. Really felt good to wear underwear and field jacket all day. The wind is so raw and cold. Get in the sun in a sheltered place and it's like summer.
We thought until noon that we were to have another weekend off, but that was too good to be true. Restricted us this noon and orders came out tonight, that tomorrow is a duty day. The problem the other day fucked up somehow and we go out and do it over tomorrow.
I wasn't much surprised. We've had two consecutive weekends off and that is the most we've had since I've been in this outfit.
It'll be only for tomorrow. We'll be in sometime late in the afternoon. We worked a full day at the shop, fixing up small troubles that developed on the last run and, once again, C company comes through and has all its tanks ready to go out. Hope we have as good luck as last time.
I got a letter from Steve and one from Vi today, but none from my honey. This mail service is terrible. Vi's letter was mailed on Thurs. by regular mail and I got it this evening. The last I have from you is your Monday letter and all of yours are air mail. That's the second time recently that the same thing has happened. I'm beginning to believe the extra cost of air mail is wasted. For comparison, tell me how the two I mailed to you last night arrive. One air mail and one free. I'll bet they get there the same time.
I was rather surprised to get a letter from Steve so promptly. Thought he would be too busy to write. Maybe love has changed him also. His letter is written on Yosemite Lodge stationery. Says he was there skiing and he didn't do so good. Sprained an ankle rather badly I guess. Mentions going places on Sat & Sunday--zoos, tennis tournaments, beaches, night clubs, and etc. Says it's his idea of the way a war should be fought and then gets serious and reckons we'll have to pay for things we don't do when we should and then adds that he is going to keep playing as much as he can. Sounds like he isn't very badly overworked and is having a good time. I don't believe he works as much in the army as he did at home. He sure can do it and get away with it. He even mentions "we" several times in his letter. Meaning his gal and himself I take it. I won't bother to send it. I've covered all he said.
Don't you wish your dreams had come true and you had him for a husband instead of old, drab me? You can wish it but you hadn't better tell me so or I'll quit sending you gum. I loves my old mummy. She's swell.
I fooled the mailman this time. I have one of your letters to answer even though he didn't bring me any today. I'll answer it now.
I wasn't very much concerned about the mice smelling up the place, but I'm glad you found a man to do it for you. If I had come home I'm afraid the mice would have been forgotten anyhow.
Don't worry honey. As soon as any furloughs are given again I'll be asking for one and keep on asking until I get one. I don't know how much luck I'll have, but I'll sure as hell try. I'm eligible for one now. Four months since the start of the last one. Of course, there are at least 50 or 60 men still ahead of me and unless I can buck the line, it'll be a while yet. Only about 10 men every two weeks can go on furlough. That might mean three months before my turn comes up. This alert rather balled up the works. No one has gone since the first of Jan. It would be swell if I could get home soon, because, as you say, it would break the long stretch until summer.
Well, no use talking about it. If it happens, swell, if it doesn't----- we'll make out.
Damn it honey, I know damn well you'd go through anything to be by me. You're that way. I don't think it fair to ask that much. As I said before. You are on your own in that matter now. I won't say a word against whatever you decide to do.
You're not the only one who does a little bragging once in a while. I never miss a chance to show my wife's picture and talk about her a little. I was showing my collection to a young fellow from Maine the other night. He's a very nice looking big athlete. Doesn't smoke, drink, swear, or anything, but is still a man. Rather serious minded. I came to the folder and handed that to him. His first remark was, "Why she's a good looking lady," just like it was hard to believe that I had such a nice wife. We all laughed and he realized how funny it sounded and he hastily said, "Well, she's pretty and so capable looking." I agreed and told him he couldn't even begin to value you from your picture. So there too. That is as exact as I can remember the words.
I've been telling you you're nice and beautiful and capable and you brush me off. Maybe you'll believe me soon. I mean all I say. Wait until I see you. I'll show you and make you believe it.
I love you so much. You're my own sweet wife an' everything.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Letter # 203 February 11, 1944
Feb, 11, 1944
Fri. Eve.
My Darling wife;
Here I am, back in camp again, so I can take up my writing again. I guess I could have written a letter last night in the field. I had time but it wouldn't have been mailed until tonight anyhow, so I couldn't see much use. Instead I lounged around the campfire and shot the shit with the boys.
Our trip was very satisfactory. We had all our tanks running and only one fell out. That for only a few minutes while I adjusted the accelerator. Then it caught up to the rest and all got to the bivouac area in good shape. We arrived shortly after 4. There was very little trouble and 5 mechanics to take care of it, so we were all through by chow time, shortly after 5. We laid around a small fire and talked. Some of the boys got up a poker game.
It was a beautiful warm evening. Perfect to spend in the field. I rolled in my blankets about 10 and was I surprised when I woke up later in the night to find it cold as hell with a strong wind from the north. I bet you northern people are having a spell of winter now. I wasn't at all cold myself. I'm learning this climate and know you can expect almost anything in quick changes. When I went to bed I wasn't expecting anything, but for some reason I put on my long handled underwear, built my bed on a couple armfuls of dead grass to separate me from the damp ground.
This outfit doesn't require us to put up our pup tents so I never do unless it is raining. I find the driest spot available and either pull a bunch of dry grass or use small pine limbs to keep me off the ground and then place my two blankets and one comforter so half of each is under me and half over. Fold each from the opposite side and then put my half tent over and tuck it under all around. That makes a very satisfactory sleeping bag and would even shed some rain. Can't get uncovered very easily either. Believe I could sleep out in 0 degree weather with the same equipment and be comfortable. Only time I get cold is getting up and dressing. Clothes are always somewhat damp and feel cold as hell. There was a nice coating of white frost and the ground was frozen in places this morning. Coldest day we've had in a month.
The problem and this trip were uneventful. Didn't even touch a wrench. All the tanks out, all back in, after going over the whole problem and no trouble. That's a record. We are the only company in the battalion that can say that. Maybe we'll get on the ball yet. About the time we get them all fixed up we'll turn them over to some other outfit, I bet.
I hadn't gotten any letters from you since Monday, but today the spell broke. I got two. Your Sunday and Monday ones. Very nice ones too. I'll start answering them now.
I'm glad you decided to go out with the kids Sat evening. I was hoping you would. You always enjoyed going to places like that so much, it would have been foolish for you not to go when you had the chance. Sounds like you had a very good time and aren't a bit sorry you decided to go.
Betty's husband seems interesting and generous with his money.
Sweetheart. I'd love to see you in your new dress. You always did look so good in black and white. If it fits as I imagine it does from what you say, I bet you were beautiful. Even had a corsage. I can see the manpower shortage must be acute or you would never have gone unescorted all evening. Didn't the fellows have to beat off at least a few. If they didn't I don't think much of the men left at home. You could never go past me unescorted.
I'm a bit peeved myself. No one should realize better than she, how little time you have and how little you feel like gathering news. Damn poor and thoughtless letter.
I hadn't thought about the cute little plumber gal being glamorous. I was just comparing the job. No man, so the gal takes over and does the unaccustomed job. If she can be glamorous and do a plumbing job, you can too. They haven't any of them got a thing on you in looks, brains or anything. The only way I can see you differ from the most attractive cover girl ever drawn or photographed is that you're bigger and heavier. What the hell difference does that make? I think it makes you better if anything. You've still got all they have and some curves they don't have. Just because some guy set up a standard for bathing beauties and has a following is no sign everyone thinks as he does. Don't belittle yourself honey. There are plenty of men like 'em chubby. You can bet I like 'em that way. Always did and always will. You're my wife. I love you. You get my vote in any kind of competition. Now, are you told? You can't belittle yourself to me and get away with it.
You can go ahead and keep on thinking it's mean of you to be glad I miss being away from home. It isn't a damn bit mean, because I'm glad too. Gives me something to work for and hang on to. I know I would be a lot more satisfied to be in the army if it wasn't true, but hell, sweetheart, it's worth it many times. I've got you.
Home, in a limited sense, still doesn't mean much more than it ever did. It used to be home was wherever I hung my hat and I'm honest about it, but now, home is wherever my wife is. I'm also very sure I'm honest about that. You're the thing that makes the world go round and round for me. I sometimes wonder what used to be my guiding star. Doesn't seem there was one. Just lived. Now I'm living and loving. There's nothing like it honey.
Funny, that in a crowded world, one girl could make so much difference. Unbelievable, but true as hell. You're mine honey, and don't you ever forget it. Boy! I sure go on don't I?
Night Sweetheart, I love you. You're my wife and sweetheart.
your lover.
Norm.
P.S.
I'll send Louisa's letter in another envelope by regular mail. No room in this one.
your hubby.
Norm.
Fri. Eve.
My Darling wife;
Here I am, back in camp again, so I can take up my writing again. I guess I could have written a letter last night in the field. I had time but it wouldn't have been mailed until tonight anyhow, so I couldn't see much use. Instead I lounged around the campfire and shot the shit with the boys.
Our trip was very satisfactory. We had all our tanks running and only one fell out. That for only a few minutes while I adjusted the accelerator. Then it caught up to the rest and all got to the bivouac area in good shape. We arrived shortly after 4. There was very little trouble and 5 mechanics to take care of it, so we were all through by chow time, shortly after 5. We laid around a small fire and talked. Some of the boys got up a poker game.
It was a beautiful warm evening. Perfect to spend in the field. I rolled in my blankets about 10 and was I surprised when I woke up later in the night to find it cold as hell with a strong wind from the north. I bet you northern people are having a spell of winter now. I wasn't at all cold myself. I'm learning this climate and know you can expect almost anything in quick changes. When I went to bed I wasn't expecting anything, but for some reason I put on my long handled underwear, built my bed on a couple armfuls of dead grass to separate me from the damp ground.
This outfit doesn't require us to put up our pup tents so I never do unless it is raining. I find the driest spot available and either pull a bunch of dry grass or use small pine limbs to keep me off the ground and then place my two blankets and one comforter so half of each is under me and half over. Fold each from the opposite side and then put my half tent over and tuck it under all around. That makes a very satisfactory sleeping bag and would even shed some rain. Can't get uncovered very easily either. Believe I could sleep out in 0 degree weather with the same equipment and be comfortable. Only time I get cold is getting up and dressing. Clothes are always somewhat damp and feel cold as hell. There was a nice coating of white frost and the ground was frozen in places this morning. Coldest day we've had in a month.
The problem and this trip were uneventful. Didn't even touch a wrench. All the tanks out, all back in, after going over the whole problem and no trouble. That's a record. We are the only company in the battalion that can say that. Maybe we'll get on the ball yet. About the time we get them all fixed up we'll turn them over to some other outfit, I bet.
I hadn't gotten any letters from you since Monday, but today the spell broke. I got two. Your Sunday and Monday ones. Very nice ones too. I'll start answering them now.
I'm glad you decided to go out with the kids Sat evening. I was hoping you would. You always enjoyed going to places like that so much, it would have been foolish for you not to go when you had the chance. Sounds like you had a very good time and aren't a bit sorry you decided to go.
Betty's husband seems interesting and generous with his money.
Sweetheart. I'd love to see you in your new dress. You always did look so good in black and white. If it fits as I imagine it does from what you say, I bet you were beautiful. Even had a corsage. I can see the manpower shortage must be acute or you would never have gone unescorted all evening. Didn't the fellows have to beat off at least a few. If they didn't I don't think much of the men left at home. You could never go past me unescorted.
I'm a bit peeved myself. No one should realize better than she, how little time you have and how little you feel like gathering news. Damn poor and thoughtless letter.
I hadn't thought about the cute little plumber gal being glamorous. I was just comparing the job. No man, so the gal takes over and does the unaccustomed job. If she can be glamorous and do a plumbing job, you can too. They haven't any of them got a thing on you in looks, brains or anything. The only way I can see you differ from the most attractive cover girl ever drawn or photographed is that you're bigger and heavier. What the hell difference does that make? I think it makes you better if anything. You've still got all they have and some curves they don't have. Just because some guy set up a standard for bathing beauties and has a following is no sign everyone thinks as he does. Don't belittle yourself honey. There are plenty of men like 'em chubby. You can bet I like 'em that way. Always did and always will. You're my wife. I love you. You get my vote in any kind of competition. Now, are you told? You can't belittle yourself to me and get away with it.
You can go ahead and keep on thinking it's mean of you to be glad I miss being away from home. It isn't a damn bit mean, because I'm glad too. Gives me something to work for and hang on to. I know I would be a lot more satisfied to be in the army if it wasn't true, but hell, sweetheart, it's worth it many times. I've got you.
Home, in a limited sense, still doesn't mean much more than it ever did. It used to be home was wherever I hung my hat and I'm honest about it, but now, home is wherever my wife is. I'm also very sure I'm honest about that. You're the thing that makes the world go round and round for me. I sometimes wonder what used to be my guiding star. Doesn't seem there was one. Just lived. Now I'm living and loving. There's nothing like it honey.
Funny, that in a crowded world, one girl could make so much difference. Unbelievable, but true as hell. You're mine honey, and don't you ever forget it. Boy! I sure go on don't I?
Night Sweetheart, I love you. You're my wife and sweetheart.
your lover.
Norm.
P.S.
I'll send Louisa's letter in another envelope by regular mail. No room in this one.
your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Letter # 202 February 9, 1944
Feb 9, 1944
Wed, eve.
My Darling Wife;
I really don't have much to write about tonight, so don't be surprised at what this turns out to be. Didn't get any letter today so I can't even comment on that.
Had a busy day at the shop, fixing up little things here and there on the tanks getting them ready to go out tomorrow. We leave after dinner and will come back sometime Friday afternoon or night. The whole battalion goes out for a big problem. I guess the whole maintenance crew, even Brownie is going out. Looks like you'll be hurtin for a letter again tomorrow. That'll be two misses in one week. Getting terrible aren't I?
We keep on hearing all sorts of rumors about our moving and this and that. Nothing at all definite. I expect we won't know anything until we get on the train and then won't know where we're going until we get there. The army helps the rumors along by urging everyone to have wills made and get maximum insurance and things like that. Today they handed each of us a paper to sign. It was a review of army rules, such as cautioning us about being awol for even a few minutes, especially now that we are on a shipping alert, and instructing us to be very careful about military information. Talk only to people we know and even then not much. Also telling us we will not be allowed to write, telephone, or telegraph anyone, while on a movement. All old stuff but they make us sign it now, so no one can say they didn't know.
Also a rumor running wild that this is one of the camps that will soon be closed. I'd like to believe that one. I don't have to tell you why.
Just think. If we moved, I stand a chance of being moved closer home. Of course, I might be a lot farther away too, but wherever we go it won't be more than another day's travel. I'm all for it. At any rate, the deadline, which was the 1st of March isn't far away. We may soon know something.
If it should happen that you don't hear from me for several days, sometime, don't get upset over it, we are probably on the move. I still won't believe it until it happens but I'll try to keep you posted on all I know or think likely to happen. That's about all I can do for you. I know this waiting and wondering business isn't easy. Will have to take it and like it. Someday this business
will be over and we can plan on things again.
I'm planning on lots of things anyhow. Trouble is they are only plans. Don't know when we can carry them out. Things like showing you how much I love you, finishing our house and all the things we had planned for the yard, building little pieces of furniture you want and, oh, just lots of things. The plan that occupies me most of the time is showing you how much I love you. I'm going to try to turn over a new leaf and be more like you always wanted me to be. Since I've had to resort to writing to show my love I think maybe I have developed my ability to tell you some of the things you always wanted to hear. I never could seem to get started before. When you dressed up and looked nice, I didn't seem to be able to say, "Gee! Honey, you look nice." I appreciated it as much but I never told you. I remember you used to say after we had a very good meal, "Well, can't you at least tell me it was a good dinner?" Other times I remember you asking, "Can't you tell me you love me at least once in a while? I like to be told." I know I was very poor at that sort of thing. I had never been taught to express my feelings. It took me a long time to learn how to. I'm not very proficient yet but I'm learning to do it on paper.
I'll try to remember to do it when I'm with you again. I think if you'll prompt me occasionally I'll be able to do it. I always wanted to but it seemed to sound foolish or something to me.
I remember a letter you wrote a while back. You said, "Honey if you talk to me the way you write, I'll go crazy, no, wild was the word, I believe, "Wild the way you want me to be." That promise alone, is enough to make me try like hell to tell you the things you like to hear. I'll be willing to learn anything for that kind of reward. That makes me go wild so then we'd both be wild. Whoops! Think I'll start practicing nice speeches from now on.
Bet you think this doesn't sound at all like me. Well, maybe it don't, but when a fellow is as much in love as I am he is liable to change a lot. I'm not making any rash promises that I have changed, but I sure as hell will try, at least along these lines. That last probably sounds more like me. doesn't it?
I love you so much, Sweetheart. I'm missing you more than you ever can imagine, and thinking of you more than I ever expected to think of anyone.
Night darling, I'm loving you and dreaming---------. You're my wife!
Your loving husband.
Norm.
Wed, eve.
My Darling Wife;
I really don't have much to write about tonight, so don't be surprised at what this turns out to be. Didn't get any letter today so I can't even comment on that.
Had a busy day at the shop, fixing up little things here and there on the tanks getting them ready to go out tomorrow. We leave after dinner and will come back sometime Friday afternoon or night. The whole battalion goes out for a big problem. I guess the whole maintenance crew, even Brownie is going out. Looks like you'll be hurtin for a letter again tomorrow. That'll be two misses in one week. Getting terrible aren't I?
We keep on hearing all sorts of rumors about our moving and this and that. Nothing at all definite. I expect we won't know anything until we get on the train and then won't know where we're going until we get there. The army helps the rumors along by urging everyone to have wills made and get maximum insurance and things like that. Today they handed each of us a paper to sign. It was a review of army rules, such as cautioning us about being awol for even a few minutes, especially now that we are on a shipping alert, and instructing us to be very careful about military information. Talk only to people we know and even then not much. Also telling us we will not be allowed to write, telephone, or telegraph anyone, while on a movement. All old stuff but they make us sign it now, so no one can say they didn't know.
Also a rumor running wild that this is one of the camps that will soon be closed. I'd like to believe that one. I don't have to tell you why.
Just think. If we moved, I stand a chance of being moved closer home. Of course, I might be a lot farther away too, but wherever we go it won't be more than another day's travel. I'm all for it. At any rate, the deadline, which was the 1st of March isn't far away. We may soon know something.
If it should happen that you don't hear from me for several days, sometime, don't get upset over it, we are probably on the move. I still won't believe it until it happens but I'll try to keep you posted on all I know or think likely to happen. That's about all I can do for you. I know this waiting and wondering business isn't easy. Will have to take it and like it. Someday this business
will be over and we can plan on things again.
I'm planning on lots of things anyhow. Trouble is they are only plans. Don't know when we can carry them out. Things like showing you how much I love you, finishing our house and all the things we had planned for the yard, building little pieces of furniture you want and, oh, just lots of things. The plan that occupies me most of the time is showing you how much I love you. I'm going to try to turn over a new leaf and be more like you always wanted me to be. Since I've had to resort to writing to show my love I think maybe I have developed my ability to tell you some of the things you always wanted to hear. I never could seem to get started before. When you dressed up and looked nice, I didn't seem to be able to say, "Gee! Honey, you look nice." I appreciated it as much but I never told you. I remember you used to say after we had a very good meal, "Well, can't you at least tell me it was a good dinner?" Other times I remember you asking, "Can't you tell me you love me at least once in a while? I like to be told." I know I was very poor at that sort of thing. I had never been taught to express my feelings. It took me a long time to learn how to. I'm not very proficient yet but I'm learning to do it on paper.
I'll try to remember to do it when I'm with you again. I think if you'll prompt me occasionally I'll be able to do it. I always wanted to but it seemed to sound foolish or something to me.
I remember a letter you wrote a while back. You said, "Honey if you talk to me the way you write, I'll go crazy, no, wild was the word, I believe, "Wild the way you want me to be." That promise alone, is enough to make me try like hell to tell you the things you like to hear. I'll be willing to learn anything for that kind of reward. That makes me go wild so then we'd both be wild. Whoops! Think I'll start practicing nice speeches from now on.
Bet you think this doesn't sound at all like me. Well, maybe it don't, but when a fellow is as much in love as I am he is liable to change a lot. I'm not making any rash promises that I have changed, but I sure as hell will try, at least along these lines. That last probably sounds more like me. doesn't it?
I love you so much, Sweetheart. I'm missing you more than you ever can imagine, and thinking of you more than I ever expected to think of anyone.
Night darling, I'm loving you and dreaming---------. You're my wife!
Your loving husband.
Norm.
Letter # 201 February 8, 1944
Feb, 8, 1944
Tues, eve.
My Chubbins;
I failed you last night. Didn't write a letter. I was in the field on bivouac. I knew we were going to spend quite a lot of time in the field , this week, but it caught me by surprise. We were to go out this morning but they changed their minds and we went out about 3 yesterday afternoon.
Had a very trouble free trip, only a few minor troubles. Don't think I worked more than a couple hours all told.
On the way out we were delayed about 2 hours by an 8th division convoy. They are on maneuvers in the area now and part of them were on the move to a new problem. Had the roads all blocked. It made us late getting to our destination, but it was interesting to see such large masses of vehicles and equipment on the move.
It was a beautiful moonlight night, warm like early summer. I even had a couple mosquito bites this morning. We were bivouacked close to a road and during the night I got a scare for a minute. Being such a nice bright night, one unit of the 8th must have decided to steal a march on the opposing forces and made a move. I was sleeping very soundly until a column of medium tanks went roaring by. They woke me up so quick and the noise was so great, for a second, I thought they must be within a yard or so of me. I damn near jumped out of my blankets before I collected myself enough to realize what was going on. I was bedded down at least 200 feet from the road, but the ground was shaking and the engine exhausts so loud it seemed they were running over me.
They were going past nearly all night but after that one start it didn't bother me much. Only wakened me a couple times.
This morning when day came we found ourselves in the middle of the 8th division. Thousands of men and vehicles scattered all over the country.
While out tanks were going through their problem, I didn't have anything to do so we parked our trucks on top of a hill and I amused myself all day, watching the 8th with a pair of field glasses. Every part of the country I could see, even with the glasses was full of men and vehicles. Really, it's a sight to see. It makes me wonder at the magnitude of the picture over there. This was only one division and over there---- hundreds of them. It's very easy to see where all the money is going. In fact, it's hard to see how it's enough to even get started. A billion bucks must buy a hell of a lot of things.
While I was playing around with the glasses I spotted Schindler about a half mile away and I went over and talked for a while.
This is the second week they have been out. Next week they "fight" this airborne outfit that was here. They have been told they will be out until the 1st of April. I saw and talked to several of the boys that were in the old outfit.
Remember Max Stanesbury, from Wyoming? He's the fellow that drank so much when he got a chance. He's A.W.O.L. 15 days now and they haven't found him yet. I was always afraid he'd do that. I didn't see Ernie or Angie. Schindler said Ernie was back at their last bivouac fixing up wrecks. That's the life of a mechanic on maneuvers and I guess, in combat. Very seldom get up where things are happening.
I got a letter from Mrs. Angie, Monday, thanking me for the pictures and she also sent some that belonged to me. I had forgotten that Angie had borrowed my camera and finished the film in it. One picture of Marg and one of me taken in Louisville last fall. They aren't very good. I'll send them next time I send you a package. They are enlarged to 4X6. Too big for an envelope.
I got your Fri letter and I'll answer it now.
So Mom & Pop have 34 years of married life. That's getting right up there. Just think, sweetheart, we've only got 3 1/2 years to our credit so far. Over 30 more glorious years to equal that. It seems like a lot of time but I bet it won't be near enough. It will take a lot longer than that for me to get enough of being married to you. If I keep on loving you more each year as I have so far, I wonder what it will be like then. Thrilling! Isn't it?
You told me not to apologize for my short letters and now I'm telling you the same. I don't see how you do so well. A letter everyday. That's a lot darling. I love 'em all. Would if they only said, Hello, honey, I love you, I'm O.K. That's what I want to know most.
Night sweetheart, I love you and always will, even 34 years from now. I loves you. You're my wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tues, eve.
My Chubbins;
I failed you last night. Didn't write a letter. I was in the field on bivouac. I knew we were going to spend quite a lot of time in the field , this week, but it caught me by surprise. We were to go out this morning but they changed their minds and we went out about 3 yesterday afternoon.
Had a very trouble free trip, only a few minor troubles. Don't think I worked more than a couple hours all told.
On the way out we were delayed about 2 hours by an 8th division convoy. They are on maneuvers in the area now and part of them were on the move to a new problem. Had the roads all blocked. It made us late getting to our destination, but it was interesting to see such large masses of vehicles and equipment on the move.
It was a beautiful moonlight night, warm like early summer. I even had a couple mosquito bites this morning. We were bivouacked close to a road and during the night I got a scare for a minute. Being such a nice bright night, one unit of the 8th must have decided to steal a march on the opposing forces and made a move. I was sleeping very soundly until a column of medium tanks went roaring by. They woke me up so quick and the noise was so great, for a second, I thought they must be within a yard or so of me. I damn near jumped out of my blankets before I collected myself enough to realize what was going on. I was bedded down at least 200 feet from the road, but the ground was shaking and the engine exhausts so loud it seemed they were running over me.
They were going past nearly all night but after that one start it didn't bother me much. Only wakened me a couple times.
This morning when day came we found ourselves in the middle of the 8th division. Thousands of men and vehicles scattered all over the country.
While out tanks were going through their problem, I didn't have anything to do so we parked our trucks on top of a hill and I amused myself all day, watching the 8th with a pair of field glasses. Every part of the country I could see, even with the glasses was full of men and vehicles. Really, it's a sight to see. It makes me wonder at the magnitude of the picture over there. This was only one division and over there---- hundreds of them. It's very easy to see where all the money is going. In fact, it's hard to see how it's enough to even get started. A billion bucks must buy a hell of a lot of things.
While I was playing around with the glasses I spotted Schindler about a half mile away and I went over and talked for a while.
This is the second week they have been out. Next week they "fight" this airborne outfit that was here. They have been told they will be out until the 1st of April. I saw and talked to several of the boys that were in the old outfit.
Remember Max Stanesbury, from Wyoming? He's the fellow that drank so much when he got a chance. He's A.W.O.L. 15 days now and they haven't found him yet. I was always afraid he'd do that. I didn't see Ernie or Angie. Schindler said Ernie was back at their last bivouac fixing up wrecks. That's the life of a mechanic on maneuvers and I guess, in combat. Very seldom get up where things are happening.
I got a letter from Mrs. Angie, Monday, thanking me for the pictures and she also sent some that belonged to me. I had forgotten that Angie had borrowed my camera and finished the film in it. One picture of Marg and one of me taken in Louisville last fall. They aren't very good. I'll send them next time I send you a package. They are enlarged to 4X6. Too big for an envelope.
I got your Fri letter and I'll answer it now.
So Mom & Pop have 34 years of married life. That's getting right up there. Just think, sweetheart, we've only got 3 1/2 years to our credit so far. Over 30 more glorious years to equal that. It seems like a lot of time but I bet it won't be near enough. It will take a lot longer than that for me to get enough of being married to you. If I keep on loving you more each year as I have so far, I wonder what it will be like then. Thrilling! Isn't it?
You told me not to apologize for my short letters and now I'm telling you the same. I don't see how you do so well. A letter everyday. That's a lot darling. I love 'em all. Would if they only said, Hello, honey, I love you, I'm O.K. That's what I want to know most.
Night sweetheart, I love you and always will, even 34 years from now. I loves you. You're my wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Letter # 200 February 6, 1944
Feb 6, 1944
Sun. aft.
My own Babe;
Have just finished dinner and am stretched out on my bunk feeling very comfortable. Had chicken for dinner. We've been having fairly good meals lately. In fact, they have been much better than we had in basic all along. Our supply lines must be catching up to us at last.
We rolled out at 7 this morning, had breakfast and then did our little clean up detail. I had as much work getting them up as I did on the detail. Some of them are a lot worse at getting up than you were. They'll wait until reveille whistle sounds before they ever set a foot on the floor, then grab a pair of shoes and fatigues and put them on, on the way out. Worse then ever on Sunday.
After our detail we felt like doing something so we got some ball gloves and bats from the supply room, went to the ball diamond and had us a limbering up session. We fooled around a couple hours until it rained us out. Felt mighty good to do something like that again. Have a lot more and better facilities here, for things like that, than we had at North Camp. Still no tennis courts though.
If it keeps on warming up it won't be long until swimming time again.
Think I'll go see a show after bit, if I can get in. Hadn't ought to be so bad this week. Camp is rather empty. The airborne moved out last night.
I think I'll work on your letters some more. I got another this noon, your Thurs. one. Guess I was lucky. There were only about a dozen for the whole company. The mail clerk says the trouble is with the workers in the army post office. Mostly civilians and they won't sort mail on Sunday or work overtime. That may explain some of the irregularity of service.
I forgot a little incident that happened last night. I was writing in the Day room and the C. Q. had gone out for a bit, leaving me to take over. The battalion runner came in with a message for one of the fellows in the company. His wife was at the Leesville U.S.O. and expected him to come in. I went to look him up and found he was one of the boys that had gone to Texas. They won't be back until some time Monday. That kind of put me in a spot. I knew she would be expecting him and if he didn't and she got no word, she'd be in a spot. All I could think of was go back to battalion hdq. and see if I could get the duty officer to call and give her the dope. All the phones there are restricted to business and I really didn't want to walk way down to camp center and call her. I did persuade the officer to put the call in, but I wondered what the hell she would do. Very unlikely that she can find a room and she can't get into the camp Guest House without him. I hope the U.S.O. takes care of her. Most of that type organization is piss poor down here. She evidently came as a surprise to him and must not have known he was in Texas for the past week.
I've been listening to the radio and they've been playing that song you spoke of a while ago. You know. Mares eat oats and etc. Crazy as hell as far as words are concerned, but the tune is catchy.
The newscasts also sound very good to me. Hope it means something. Now for your letters.
So you're drinking again? Straight rye at that. Another way you've changed. Even going to a party instead of choir practice. My, My, what's my wife coming to. Go to it, Honey, drink some
for me too.
Betty has made quite a stay of it, hasn't she? Seems you have both changed your opinion of each other.
I told you you were belittling yourself all along. Even Babcock thinks you're a good teacher. I don't question his opinion in this case at all. I know you can do most things very well, if you want to. He does spread a lot of "grassy" if it's to his advantage to do it. Can't see much reason to pat you now. You're already signed for the year. You're O.K. honey. I'd put my money on you anytime. How about him seeing you after one of your liquid refreshment parties? Hardly a model school teacher then, but boy, how she can love! You must have something, darling. Even got the little fellows loving you and offering to do such things as remove the mice from your traps. I wouldn't be surprised if some older fellow made offers like that, but when 6 or 8 year olds start----. It's one for the books. Maybe in their case it's because you are sweet and attractive. I can't believe they can appreciate some of the charms that are so attractive to me. Now, if they were high school boys, it would be a different story. They might think a war widow teacher that looks like you do would be a good proposition. Would too.
Some of your letters sound like you're hurtin as much as I am. Whoops, my dear, I can almost enjoy our next meeting already.
The boys didn't say they liked your picture because I'm a sgt. In the barracks, I'm one of the boys. Only place I exercise any authority is at the motor park or along mechanical lines. Any man that didn't like your picture would either be blind or too damn young or old to have any appreciation for an exciting, luscious looking feminine figure.
If you could drink a little more and still be able to write, I bet you could write a really "hot" letter. This Wed. one wasn't bad. I can picture your mood and I know what happens when you're that way. Wow! Wish I was there. I''d love you until one of us wore out.
I did praise the marriage business to Steve and that was the "pressure" exerted. Why shouldn't I praise it? Best thing ever happened to me. I mean it. It would be swell if everyone could find it the same.
I take the promoting to include me. He has had something of the sort in nearly every letter he writes. He apparently doesn't want me to think I'm forgotten.
Yes, I wrote to Mr. Rex. It was a hard letter to write and I'm afraid a rather poor one but it's done.
I thought you were going to look into that tax on your check already last fall. Lot of difference between $3.20 and $13.80. I'd be damn sure I did get the refund. I don't care who you go to about the income tax. One is as good as another.
I didn't make any comment, before, on your attempt to have $600.00 by the time school is out. That is entirely up to you. I think it's very smart and you're doing a good job, but I hope you aren't going without things you want or need. Even if something happens and you can't use the money the way you want. It will always be handy to have. Never could find any fault with your handling of money. You're my sensible as well as good looking wife.
Sorry to hear about your stove. The last time the oven wouldn't work, a wire was burned off at the back of the stove where the unit plugs in. Expect that is the trouble again. Don't know who to suggest to get to fix it, unless maybe, Max Blakslee or the Ohio Edison or maybe Dewey DeWitt.
You did sound a lot more like my old egotistical Babe. "I pretty darn nice to live with and after two years should have made some impression." I too like to hear someone toot his own horn. In your case, it's true though.
When I read a little farther, I see you really are egotistical and cocky-----. Take the stiffness out of my muscle in a very few minutes. It may be true, honey, but you'll have to show me and then I bet it won't stay out long. I'm ready to be shown any time. I think I'd last longer than a few minutes. I'd say a few days.
I didn't come out near right on this letter. I finished your last letter. Now I'm afraid I'm run down., so I guess I'll quit and waste this much paper.
Gonna read a little, do a few chores, and then see the show. Nice quiet Sunday. Would be perfect if I had a nice wife to spend it with.
Bye for today honey. I love you. You're my wife, my sweetheart, my lover, and all other nice things.
Bye now, Darling.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sun. aft.
My own Babe;
Have just finished dinner and am stretched out on my bunk feeling very comfortable. Had chicken for dinner. We've been having fairly good meals lately. In fact, they have been much better than we had in basic all along. Our supply lines must be catching up to us at last.
We rolled out at 7 this morning, had breakfast and then did our little clean up detail. I had as much work getting them up as I did on the detail. Some of them are a lot worse at getting up than you were. They'll wait until reveille whistle sounds before they ever set a foot on the floor, then grab a pair of shoes and fatigues and put them on, on the way out. Worse then ever on Sunday.
After our detail we felt like doing something so we got some ball gloves and bats from the supply room, went to the ball diamond and had us a limbering up session. We fooled around a couple hours until it rained us out. Felt mighty good to do something like that again. Have a lot more and better facilities here, for things like that, than we had at North Camp. Still no tennis courts though.
If it keeps on warming up it won't be long until swimming time again.
Think I'll go see a show after bit, if I can get in. Hadn't ought to be so bad this week. Camp is rather empty. The airborne moved out last night.
I think I'll work on your letters some more. I got another this noon, your Thurs. one. Guess I was lucky. There were only about a dozen for the whole company. The mail clerk says the trouble is with the workers in the army post office. Mostly civilians and they won't sort mail on Sunday or work overtime. That may explain some of the irregularity of service.
I forgot a little incident that happened last night. I was writing in the Day room and the C. Q. had gone out for a bit, leaving me to take over. The battalion runner came in with a message for one of the fellows in the company. His wife was at the Leesville U.S.O. and expected him to come in. I went to look him up and found he was one of the boys that had gone to Texas. They won't be back until some time Monday. That kind of put me in a spot. I knew she would be expecting him and if he didn't and she got no word, she'd be in a spot. All I could think of was go back to battalion hdq. and see if I could get the duty officer to call and give her the dope. All the phones there are restricted to business and I really didn't want to walk way down to camp center and call her. I did persuade the officer to put the call in, but I wondered what the hell she would do. Very unlikely that she can find a room and she can't get into the camp Guest House without him. I hope the U.S.O. takes care of her. Most of that type organization is piss poor down here. She evidently came as a surprise to him and must not have known he was in Texas for the past week.
I've been listening to the radio and they've been playing that song you spoke of a while ago. You know. Mares eat oats and etc. Crazy as hell as far as words are concerned, but the tune is catchy.
The newscasts also sound very good to me. Hope it means something. Now for your letters.
So you're drinking again? Straight rye at that. Another way you've changed. Even going to a party instead of choir practice. My, My, what's my wife coming to. Go to it, Honey, drink some
for me too.
Betty has made quite a stay of it, hasn't she? Seems you have both changed your opinion of each other.
I told you you were belittling yourself all along. Even Babcock thinks you're a good teacher. I don't question his opinion in this case at all. I know you can do most things very well, if you want to. He does spread a lot of "grassy" if it's to his advantage to do it. Can't see much reason to pat you now. You're already signed for the year. You're O.K. honey. I'd put my money on you anytime. How about him seeing you after one of your liquid refreshment parties? Hardly a model school teacher then, but boy, how she can love! You must have something, darling. Even got the little fellows loving you and offering to do such things as remove the mice from your traps. I wouldn't be surprised if some older fellow made offers like that, but when 6 or 8 year olds start----. It's one for the books. Maybe in their case it's because you are sweet and attractive. I can't believe they can appreciate some of the charms that are so attractive to me. Now, if they were high school boys, it would be a different story. They might think a war widow teacher that looks like you do would be a good proposition. Would too.
Some of your letters sound like you're hurtin as much as I am. Whoops, my dear, I can almost enjoy our next meeting already.
The boys didn't say they liked your picture because I'm a sgt. In the barracks, I'm one of the boys. Only place I exercise any authority is at the motor park or along mechanical lines. Any man that didn't like your picture would either be blind or too damn young or old to have any appreciation for an exciting, luscious looking feminine figure.
If you could drink a little more and still be able to write, I bet you could write a really "hot" letter. This Wed. one wasn't bad. I can picture your mood and I know what happens when you're that way. Wow! Wish I was there. I''d love you until one of us wore out.
I did praise the marriage business to Steve and that was the "pressure" exerted. Why shouldn't I praise it? Best thing ever happened to me. I mean it. It would be swell if everyone could find it the same.
I take the promoting to include me. He has had something of the sort in nearly every letter he writes. He apparently doesn't want me to think I'm forgotten.
Yes, I wrote to Mr. Rex. It was a hard letter to write and I'm afraid a rather poor one but it's done.
I thought you were going to look into that tax on your check already last fall. Lot of difference between $3.20 and $13.80. I'd be damn sure I did get the refund. I don't care who you go to about the income tax. One is as good as another.
I didn't make any comment, before, on your attempt to have $600.00 by the time school is out. That is entirely up to you. I think it's very smart and you're doing a good job, but I hope you aren't going without things you want or need. Even if something happens and you can't use the money the way you want. It will always be handy to have. Never could find any fault with your handling of money. You're my sensible as well as good looking wife.
Sorry to hear about your stove. The last time the oven wouldn't work, a wire was burned off at the back of the stove where the unit plugs in. Expect that is the trouble again. Don't know who to suggest to get to fix it, unless maybe, Max Blakslee or the Ohio Edison or maybe Dewey DeWitt.
You did sound a lot more like my old egotistical Babe. "I pretty darn nice to live with and after two years should have made some impression." I too like to hear someone toot his own horn. In your case, it's true though.
When I read a little farther, I see you really are egotistical and cocky-----. Take the stiffness out of my muscle in a very few minutes. It may be true, honey, but you'll have to show me and then I bet it won't stay out long. I'm ready to be shown any time. I think I'd last longer than a few minutes. I'd say a few days.
I didn't come out near right on this letter. I finished your last letter. Now I'm afraid I'm run down., so I guess I'll quit and waste this much paper.
Gonna read a little, do a few chores, and then see the show. Nice quiet Sunday. Would be perfect if I had a nice wife to spend it with.
Bye for today honey. I love you. You're my wife, my sweetheart, my lover, and all other nice things.
Bye now, Darling.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Letter # 199 February 5, 1944
Feb, 5, 1944
Sat. Eve.
Darling;
Saturday again and we were off early, about 2:30. No work tomorrow either. I have charge of a short detail for tomorrow morning. The headquarters platoon drew the detail of cleaning battalion headquarters building tomorrow. Brownie is supposed to be in charge but he took off to find a little "meat for his tiger." He passed the detail on to me. It's only a half hours work.
Being the first weekend since payday the camp is nearly deserted. The boys seem to be wild to get out of camp, even if they have no place to go. I guess I'm funny but it makes me dissatisfied when I get out. Guess it's homesick. When I see the other men with their gals and wives, I miss you too much, so I stay in. No place to go any how, unless you want to keep on the go all the time. Not time enough to get any place. I'm getting old honey. Don't like to go without sleep just to go someplace. I bundled up my notebook, the Yanks and, believe it or not, I even put in a few packs of gum. Trotted down to the P.O. and mailed them. Got myself some more air mail stamps also. Can't afford to run out. The mail must keep going through to my sweetheart.
From all reports the airborne division is going to move out soon and some outfit of the 4th army is coming in. That's the outfit we belong to at present. I'm beginning to be more and more afraid that we'll spend the summer here again. A couple fellows from a Quartermaster Truck Battalion, just stopped in here at the day room. Their battalion of trucks is here now to move the paratroopers out. Both of these boys have been with their outfits for over two years and, except for the period of their basic, have never been in barracks. In the field all the time. They furnish the supply line for troops on maneuvers. They have been moved all over, New York, California, Arizona, Colorado, Texas, and now, Louisiana. They seem to like it. New country every couple months. Does sound rather good. I've still got a little of the old wanderlust in me yet.
Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll never want to wander unless you are with me. I want to be where you are too much to get very far away. I loves you. You're a darling.
I got another letter from you today. It was your Wed eve. one. I've got a couple other here to answer so I guess I'll get going.
I don't blame you for reneging on some of your old meetings. Seems like you have a hell of a lot of them. What's the idea? Trying to wear my wife out? Think I'd tell them to go to hell also. Remember? I used to feel the same about going to things that were a must, after I'd been working all day. I wanted to do what I wanted to. I rather imagine those P.T.A. meetings are rather useless anyhow. Aren't they?
Get mad at them honey. Tell 'em to go to hell if you want to. A few of them a year would be acceptable but one nearly every week is asking too much.
I was wondering if Steve was still alone. I doubted it because he hasn't been as punctual as usual about answering my letters. I guess I haven't been either and I don't have any excuse.
If you were here, I'm afraid no one would hear from me unless you did the writing. I'd be busy!
I noticed Larry's address in the Gazette also. I didn't know there was a break between he and Jean. I would like to know what happened to him and his flying. Something very fishy.
I also noticed a nice write up about Bing Lutz. Looks like he will get in radio. He should do well in that line.
I also noticed your little piece about T/4 Norman W. Effinger.
Sweetheart, you let the Effingers get in the army but you stay out. You're one Effinger I sure as hell don't want to see in uniform. It might be fun for you and you'd undoubtedly make a good soldier. I'd sure have a hell of a chance of seeing you then. No go, honey.
The waiting and wondering is finally over for Jean & Gus. I imagine that is a little relief at least. It's hell.
I may get the credit, from some people, for you being so nice, but think how many more give you credit for changing me. You did too. I don't know how much of the change other people can see, but I know there is a lot of it. All for the better too. You're a big influence on me. I love you. Don't belittle yourself, darling. You know darn good and well, that when you are in the mood, you're as good loving as any ever came down the road or ever will. You're tops in all ways. There. I've gotten your back letters answered. I'll save today's for tomorrow.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you and dreaming of you and everything.
your hubby.
Norm.
Sat. Eve.
Darling;
Saturday again and we were off early, about 2:30. No work tomorrow either. I have charge of a short detail for tomorrow morning. The headquarters platoon drew the detail of cleaning battalion headquarters building tomorrow. Brownie is supposed to be in charge but he took off to find a little "meat for his tiger." He passed the detail on to me. It's only a half hours work.
Being the first weekend since payday the camp is nearly deserted. The boys seem to be wild to get out of camp, even if they have no place to go. I guess I'm funny but it makes me dissatisfied when I get out. Guess it's homesick. When I see the other men with their gals and wives, I miss you too much, so I stay in. No place to go any how, unless you want to keep on the go all the time. Not time enough to get any place. I'm getting old honey. Don't like to go without sleep just to go someplace. I bundled up my notebook, the Yanks and, believe it or not, I even put in a few packs of gum. Trotted down to the P.O. and mailed them. Got myself some more air mail stamps also. Can't afford to run out. The mail must keep going through to my sweetheart.
From all reports the airborne division is going to move out soon and some outfit of the 4th army is coming in. That's the outfit we belong to at present. I'm beginning to be more and more afraid that we'll spend the summer here again. A couple fellows from a Quartermaster Truck Battalion, just stopped in here at the day room. Their battalion of trucks is here now to move the paratroopers out. Both of these boys have been with their outfits for over two years and, except for the period of their basic, have never been in barracks. In the field all the time. They furnish the supply line for troops on maneuvers. They have been moved all over, New York, California, Arizona, Colorado, Texas, and now, Louisiana. They seem to like it. New country every couple months. Does sound rather good. I've still got a little of the old wanderlust in me yet.
Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll never want to wander unless you are with me. I want to be where you are too much to get very far away. I loves you. You're a darling.
I got another letter from you today. It was your Wed eve. one. I've got a couple other here to answer so I guess I'll get going.
I don't blame you for reneging on some of your old meetings. Seems like you have a hell of a lot of them. What's the idea? Trying to wear my wife out? Think I'd tell them to go to hell also. Remember? I used to feel the same about going to things that were a must, after I'd been working all day. I wanted to do what I wanted to. I rather imagine those P.T.A. meetings are rather useless anyhow. Aren't they?
Get mad at them honey. Tell 'em to go to hell if you want to. A few of them a year would be acceptable but one nearly every week is asking too much.
I was wondering if Steve was still alone. I doubted it because he hasn't been as punctual as usual about answering my letters. I guess I haven't been either and I don't have any excuse.
If you were here, I'm afraid no one would hear from me unless you did the writing. I'd be busy!
I noticed Larry's address in the Gazette also. I didn't know there was a break between he and Jean. I would like to know what happened to him and his flying. Something very fishy.
I also noticed a nice write up about Bing Lutz. Looks like he will get in radio. He should do well in that line.
I also noticed your little piece about T/4 Norman W. Effinger.
Sweetheart, you let the Effingers get in the army but you stay out. You're one Effinger I sure as hell don't want to see in uniform. It might be fun for you and you'd undoubtedly make a good soldier. I'd sure have a hell of a chance of seeing you then. No go, honey.
The waiting and wondering is finally over for Jean & Gus. I imagine that is a little relief at least. It's hell.
I may get the credit, from some people, for you being so nice, but think how many more give you credit for changing me. You did too. I don't know how much of the change other people can see, but I know there is a lot of it. All for the better too. You're a big influence on me. I love you. Don't belittle yourself, darling. You know darn good and well, that when you are in the mood, you're as good loving as any ever came down the road or ever will. You're tops in all ways. There. I've gotten your back letters answered. I'll save today's for tomorrow.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you and dreaming of you and everything.
your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Letter # 198 February 4, 1944
Feb 4, 1944
Fri eve.
Hello, Honey Bunch;
Another week nearly shot, they're rolling right along. Let 'em go. I'm not sorry. Every one gone is one closer to that time and the day we're looking for. Boy, honey, that'll be the day.
We are still going along at slow speed in the shop, keeping busy but not hurrying any. Stand around and talk and shoot the shit once in a while. Get Brownie and Lt. Newberger telling stories and they are pleased to have us stand around and listen. They both love to tell stories of what they have seen and done. Good part of them are stretched a little, but they're fun to listen to. I take it all in, like I believed every word and that keeps them going.
Some of Lt Newberger's stories are especially interesting. He was in the army as an enlisted man, before the war and was stationed in Hawaii a couple years. He was there when the islands were being fortified but had come back to O.C.S. shortly before Pearl Harbor.
We quit at the shop at 3 this afternoon and went with the rest of the company to see another training film. It was shown at a theater on the other side of camp, couple miles away, so we had a road march along with it. Even double timed part of the way. Another first since basic. My wind isn't as good as last summer, but it wouldn't take much training to put me back in shape again. Haven't slipped as much as I expected I had. I guess lots of sleep and walking and crawling in and out, up and over these tanks, must keep us in fair shape. I have even lost a little of the weight you put on me. I'm now at 185. Still have 5 of your pounds left. Not doing so bad am I? I'll go down again when it gets hot once more.
Honey, you talk about some of your "kids" being bricks. You ought to have a room full of these camp newsboys. Then you'd really have something. If they would learn lessons as quickly and thoroughly as they pick up G.I. talk, they'd be all right. One little fellow comes to our barracks every night. Can't be more than 12 yrs old, and small for that age. About Kelly's size. No matter what is said to them they have an answer. Usually not printable, but an effective answer.
Tonight one of the boys was kidding him about his paper. The kid says. "Aw, blow it out your G.I. ass, if you don't like the paper don't buy the damn thing." Then he walked up to another fellow, he's a man of my age, but very small, not over 5 ft. The kid says," How about you shorty?" " Want a paper?"
A few nights ago one of the smart guys asked the kid if he had a sister. He said he did have and then the wise guy said, "Does she put out?" The kid came right back, "Damned if I know, but if she does you wouldn't get any of it." How's that for a kid of that age? He'll sure be able to take care of himself when he grows up.
Gosh honey, I got three nice letters from you today. Yours from Monday and Tues. You're getting too good when you write two the same day. I sure can't keep up to that. Have a hell of a time writing you once a day. You got me stopped. I can't compete. You're sweet and I love you. I'll start answering them and save at least one for tomorrow.
You know I'm proud of you anyhow. You don't have to do things, like driving on icy roads, to make me proud of you. Just being you is enough.
I'm glad to hear you are doing it. I knew you could, only you wouldn't try it. Lots of things you thought you couldn't do, you're doing now and doing very well. Guess I got a right to be proud of you. You're a very sweet person and my wife. That's the part I like best. MY WIFE. Means a whole lot.
I had been meaning to ask if you knew how Carl stood in the draft. Now I don't need to ask. Always know what I'm thinking of don't you?
Martha always was afraid to stay alone even for the short time on Sat. evening. That's why she always went to town on Sat night, and why she always came along when Carl came to help me. Another incident that helps prove you are a very unusual gal. Do you believe me yet? Another reason that ought to prove it. I love you.
I don't know how much Carl paid off to Steve, but I would think nearly all of it. If he hasn't they'll have to keep paying I expect. Steve was a bit peeved when Carl quit. She's so close to "Pop" I imagine he'll take over the farm and stock. Shouldn't be too bad. It's no fun for anyone. We know that.
I refuse the balling out about writing letters. I knew you'd be sweet enough to not blame me for missing a few days, but I hate to do it. You've been so faithful about it and I know you like them as much as I do. I feel like I'm not playing the game when I don't write.
The trouble between the paratroopers and our outfit has quieted down No more trouble since the time I wrote of. Just like two strange dogs I guess.
I often wondered what I had that attracted you. You compliment me on my teeth and smile. That must be it. Can't think of much else about me good enough to bring me so much good luck. I'll be doubly careful of them now.
I really think I will enjoy having my "puppy dog" wife follow me around and that isn't all. I may turn the tables and follow you when you aren't following me. Doesn't seem now, like I could ever see enough of you again. I didn't know how much I loved you before ---- I do now.
I don't think you were nosey. You liked me.
I got off the track back away. The training film was on England and the English, giving background of their life and customs and presenting a side of their part in the war I had never heard or read of. Some of it may be propaganda, but even if only part of it is true, it surely changes the picture as we have been shown it here in America. The picture shows them playing a large and very unselfish part in the war. Makes me wonder which is the true story. There are to be more, one on each of our allies. Very interesting at least.
Well honey, I have only answered one of your letters, so far and I think I'll quit. I know I won't take a notion and start in again later. I'll let you stay ahead of me there. One letter a day is all I can manage. Some other things I could do a lot better than that. Get me? I'd even get up at 2 or 3 in the morning for that.
I'll say bye for now, sweetheart. Maybe I won't get any letters tomorrow and then I can answer these other two of yours.
Night Sweetheart. I love you so much. Both of us do. I'm thinking of you a lot. I love you honey, and I miss you like hell. Here's some extra hugs and kisses and everything I haven't any use for here.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Fri eve.
Hello, Honey Bunch;
Another week nearly shot, they're rolling right along. Let 'em go. I'm not sorry. Every one gone is one closer to that time and the day we're looking for. Boy, honey, that'll be the day.
We are still going along at slow speed in the shop, keeping busy but not hurrying any. Stand around and talk and shoot the shit once in a while. Get Brownie and Lt. Newberger telling stories and they are pleased to have us stand around and listen. They both love to tell stories of what they have seen and done. Good part of them are stretched a little, but they're fun to listen to. I take it all in, like I believed every word and that keeps them going.
Some of Lt Newberger's stories are especially interesting. He was in the army as an enlisted man, before the war and was stationed in Hawaii a couple years. He was there when the islands were being fortified but had come back to O.C.S. shortly before Pearl Harbor.
We quit at the shop at 3 this afternoon and went with the rest of the company to see another training film. It was shown at a theater on the other side of camp, couple miles away, so we had a road march along with it. Even double timed part of the way. Another first since basic. My wind isn't as good as last summer, but it wouldn't take much training to put me back in shape again. Haven't slipped as much as I expected I had. I guess lots of sleep and walking and crawling in and out, up and over these tanks, must keep us in fair shape. I have even lost a little of the weight you put on me. I'm now at 185. Still have 5 of your pounds left. Not doing so bad am I? I'll go down again when it gets hot once more.
Honey, you talk about some of your "kids" being bricks. You ought to have a room full of these camp newsboys. Then you'd really have something. If they would learn lessons as quickly and thoroughly as they pick up G.I. talk, they'd be all right. One little fellow comes to our barracks every night. Can't be more than 12 yrs old, and small for that age. About Kelly's size. No matter what is said to them they have an answer. Usually not printable, but an effective answer.
Tonight one of the boys was kidding him about his paper. The kid says. "Aw, blow it out your G.I. ass, if you don't like the paper don't buy the damn thing." Then he walked up to another fellow, he's a man of my age, but very small, not over 5 ft. The kid says," How about you shorty?" " Want a paper?"
A few nights ago one of the smart guys asked the kid if he had a sister. He said he did have and then the wise guy said, "Does she put out?" The kid came right back, "Damned if I know, but if she does you wouldn't get any of it." How's that for a kid of that age? He'll sure be able to take care of himself when he grows up.
Gosh honey, I got three nice letters from you today. Yours from Monday and Tues. You're getting too good when you write two the same day. I sure can't keep up to that. Have a hell of a time writing you once a day. You got me stopped. I can't compete. You're sweet and I love you. I'll start answering them and save at least one for tomorrow.
You know I'm proud of you anyhow. You don't have to do things, like driving on icy roads, to make me proud of you. Just being you is enough.
I'm glad to hear you are doing it. I knew you could, only you wouldn't try it. Lots of things you thought you couldn't do, you're doing now and doing very well. Guess I got a right to be proud of you. You're a very sweet person and my wife. That's the part I like best. MY WIFE. Means a whole lot.
I had been meaning to ask if you knew how Carl stood in the draft. Now I don't need to ask. Always know what I'm thinking of don't you?
Martha always was afraid to stay alone even for the short time on Sat. evening. That's why she always went to town on Sat night, and why she always came along when Carl came to help me. Another incident that helps prove you are a very unusual gal. Do you believe me yet? Another reason that ought to prove it. I love you.
I don't know how much Carl paid off to Steve, but I would think nearly all of it. If he hasn't they'll have to keep paying I expect. Steve was a bit peeved when Carl quit. She's so close to "Pop" I imagine he'll take over the farm and stock. Shouldn't be too bad. It's no fun for anyone. We know that.
I refuse the balling out about writing letters. I knew you'd be sweet enough to not blame me for missing a few days, but I hate to do it. You've been so faithful about it and I know you like them as much as I do. I feel like I'm not playing the game when I don't write.
The trouble between the paratroopers and our outfit has quieted down No more trouble since the time I wrote of. Just like two strange dogs I guess.
I often wondered what I had that attracted you. You compliment me on my teeth and smile. That must be it. Can't think of much else about me good enough to bring me so much good luck. I'll be doubly careful of them now.
I really think I will enjoy having my "puppy dog" wife follow me around and that isn't all. I may turn the tables and follow you when you aren't following me. Doesn't seem now, like I could ever see enough of you again. I didn't know how much I loved you before ---- I do now.
I don't think you were nosey. You liked me.
I got off the track back away. The training film was on England and the English, giving background of their life and customs and presenting a side of their part in the war I had never heard or read of. Some of it may be propaganda, but even if only part of it is true, it surely changes the picture as we have been shown it here in America. The picture shows them playing a large and very unselfish part in the war. Makes me wonder which is the true story. There are to be more, one on each of our allies. Very interesting at least.
Well honey, I have only answered one of your letters, so far and I think I'll quit. I know I won't take a notion and start in again later. I'll let you stay ahead of me there. One letter a day is all I can manage. Some other things I could do a lot better than that. Get me? I'd even get up at 2 or 3 in the morning for that.
I'll say bye for now, sweetheart. Maybe I won't get any letters tomorrow and then I can answer these other two of yours.
Night Sweetheart. I love you so much. Both of us do. I'm thinking of you a lot. I love you honey, and I miss you like hell. Here's some extra hugs and kisses and everything I haven't any use for here.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Letter # 197 February 3, 1944
Feb 3, 1944
Thurs. Eve.
Hello, Baby;
I really don't know what I'm going to write about tonight. I can usually think of something, but tonight my mind seems blank. No reason either. Haven't been working so very hard, not a bit tired, feel swell and everything. Wish you were here. I think maybe I'm in one of my lazy moods. I guess lazy isn't the proper word. It's one of those infrequent moods when I didn't care about doing anything but sitting and maybe talking a little or dozing in a chair. All unbuttoned and relaxed. Not a thing on my mind. That's why I said I wish you were here. Bet I'd snap out in a hurry then and be ready to do something. Think I would be in favor of going to bed real early and love at a slow pace for a long time.
Of course, I don't think I would love slowly for a while right now, but I was comparing my mood to identical ones when I was home --- long ago. I loves you honey. Wish it was possible for you to be here all the time. I'd probably be too busy or too tired or something to pay you as much attention as you deserve, but it would be a lot of comfort to me, to have you here any how. I like to see you, talk to you, have you around, feel you, love you, and everything.
You are such a nice, comfortable person and, at the same time, you can be so exciting and disturbing, it's hard to find any words to say what I want to. All I can say is, I love you , want you, miss you, I glad I got'cha and I'm positive I'll always feel the same about you. Does that give you any idea of how much you mean to me? I don't think it would if you didn't feel the same way. We'll show each other when we get the chance and keep on showing each other from then on ----.
I didn't get a letter today so I don't have anything to answer. This letter is going to be a fizzle, I know. What we both need is a nice long furlough, to give us a rest from letter writing.
I'm keeping my fingers and everything crossed, hoping they get us off this alert and start giving furloughs again. When they do, you can bet I'm going to start asking and keep on until I get one. If I get one in my turn [as they were given last time] I'll have to wait quite a while. I was nearly the last in the outfit, before. I'm hoping I can talk my way in ahead though. Being married, I have a chance and I think Lt. Newberger will do all he can to help. I'm not really planning on them shipping us, you see. I will try to get one as soon as possible now, and that will just about break in half the time until you are free again. I am planning and praying we leave here and then I'll be very agreeable to your coming to stay with me. If we are still here, I won't be much in favor of it, but I won't do as I did at Christmas. Won't object again. You know what it is, at least I've tried to tell you, and you can follow your own judgement. Sure would be swell for me. You would be taking the beating.
It's kinda like the story of the gal that said she'd walk 5 miles or even 10 miles, but damned if she'd walk 15 miles to keep any man from getting a dose. I've said no, two or three times now. Ask again and I won't object.
I don't know what brought this on. Guess I was thinking too hard, trying to find something to write about, or maybe it's because I was looking at some of my pictures of you and desire ran away with me.
Anyhow, you can remember this as a warning. You are on your own from now on. I know you'll be sensible and think about it, before you do anything.
We are still picking up odd and end jobs on the tanks, getting them all fixed up in good shape, [we think]. Probably all break down when we go out again. I guess we are to spend a good part of next week in the field. Hope the weather stays like it has been recently. Just dandy. I cut the weather report from the Alexandria paper and am sending it along.
Alexandria is a small city about 50 or 60 miles north east of here so it's probably nearly the same as our report would be here. I don't know if you ever found it or not but I left a map of La in the bookshelves by the telephone. Top one, right side, I think. Thought you might be interested in seeing where places I might mention were.
Sweetheart, this has been a rather pointless, rambling letter, so I'll stop it now.
If you're like I am, it doesn't matter much what the letter says. Getting one is the only thing that counts. Of course, it's nice to read all the nice things you say about me and I do like to know what you're doing. Still, I'm very happy, before I even open the letter. I heard from my wife. It does mean a lot. I love 'em.
I love you. You're the nicest thing ever came my way. I'm gonna keep you too. Night Chubbins, I loves you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thurs. Eve.
Hello, Baby;
I really don't know what I'm going to write about tonight. I can usually think of something, but tonight my mind seems blank. No reason either. Haven't been working so very hard, not a bit tired, feel swell and everything. Wish you were here. I think maybe I'm in one of my lazy moods. I guess lazy isn't the proper word. It's one of those infrequent moods when I didn't care about doing anything but sitting and maybe talking a little or dozing in a chair. All unbuttoned and relaxed. Not a thing on my mind. That's why I said I wish you were here. Bet I'd snap out in a hurry then and be ready to do something. Think I would be in favor of going to bed real early and love at a slow pace for a long time.
Of course, I don't think I would love slowly for a while right now, but I was comparing my mood to identical ones when I was home --- long ago. I loves you honey. Wish it was possible for you to be here all the time. I'd probably be too busy or too tired or something to pay you as much attention as you deserve, but it would be a lot of comfort to me, to have you here any how. I like to see you, talk to you, have you around, feel you, love you, and everything.
You are such a nice, comfortable person and, at the same time, you can be so exciting and disturbing, it's hard to find any words to say what I want to. All I can say is, I love you , want you, miss you, I glad I got'cha and I'm positive I'll always feel the same about you. Does that give you any idea of how much you mean to me? I don't think it would if you didn't feel the same way. We'll show each other when we get the chance and keep on showing each other from then on ----.
I didn't get a letter today so I don't have anything to answer. This letter is going to be a fizzle, I know. What we both need is a nice long furlough, to give us a rest from letter writing.
I'm keeping my fingers and everything crossed, hoping they get us off this alert and start giving furloughs again. When they do, you can bet I'm going to start asking and keep on until I get one. If I get one in my turn [as they were given last time] I'll have to wait quite a while. I was nearly the last in the outfit, before. I'm hoping I can talk my way in ahead though. Being married, I have a chance and I think Lt. Newberger will do all he can to help. I'm not really planning on them shipping us, you see. I will try to get one as soon as possible now, and that will just about break in half the time until you are free again. I am planning and praying we leave here and then I'll be very agreeable to your coming to stay with me. If we are still here, I won't be much in favor of it, but I won't do as I did at Christmas. Won't object again. You know what it is, at least I've tried to tell you, and you can follow your own judgement. Sure would be swell for me. You would be taking the beating.
It's kinda like the story of the gal that said she'd walk 5 miles or even 10 miles, but damned if she'd walk 15 miles to keep any man from getting a dose. I've said no, two or three times now. Ask again and I won't object.
I don't know what brought this on. Guess I was thinking too hard, trying to find something to write about, or maybe it's because I was looking at some of my pictures of you and desire ran away with me.
Anyhow, you can remember this as a warning. You are on your own from now on. I know you'll be sensible and think about it, before you do anything.
We are still picking up odd and end jobs on the tanks, getting them all fixed up in good shape, [we think]. Probably all break down when we go out again. I guess we are to spend a good part of next week in the field. Hope the weather stays like it has been recently. Just dandy. I cut the weather report from the Alexandria paper and am sending it along.
Alexandria is a small city about 50 or 60 miles north east of here so it's probably nearly the same as our report would be here. I don't know if you ever found it or not but I left a map of La in the bookshelves by the telephone. Top one, right side, I think. Thought you might be interested in seeing where places I might mention were.
Sweetheart, this has been a rather pointless, rambling letter, so I'll stop it now.
If you're like I am, it doesn't matter much what the letter says. Getting one is the only thing that counts. Of course, it's nice to read all the nice things you say about me and I do like to know what you're doing. Still, I'm very happy, before I even open the letter. I heard from my wife. It does mean a lot. I love 'em.
I love you. You're the nicest thing ever came my way. I'm gonna keep you too. Night Chubbins, I loves you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Letter # 196 February 2, 1944
Feb. 2, 1944
Wed. Eve.
Dearest Tootsie Wuggles;
Ground Hog day again. Did he see his shadow? He surely would have seen it down here, but I don't think they have such critters. Never saw one. In fact, I've seen very little animal or bird life of any kind here. Only snakes and bugs. The boys that have been out over the state say the eastern part is much better. Rice farms, cotton & fruit and they say the rice fields are alive with ducks, geese and other birds.
Our nice weather is still holding. I discarded my heavy underwear a couple weeks ago and haven't had them on since. It still rains occasionally but hasn't gotten cold at all. I'd guess it to be about 50 degrees in the morning and up to 75 degrees in the day. If all winter would have been like this it would have been swell. It begins to look like spring is here in La. Days are noticeably longer. Only just got dark and it's 7:30 already. They better hurry up and move us if they are going to. I can almost feel that hot summer sun already. In case we are still here when summer comes, I'd hate to think of you coming down here. I know you'd melt. Poor honey. I'd always be stinky, salty, and wet too. Wouldn't even be nice to cuddle up to. Wish they'd move us to the mountains or way up north.
Speaking of birds. Have you ever seen any around our bird feeder? I guess that was a flop for everything but looks. I'll have to try another kind next time. I still think it was a good idea. Never get wet or snowy, but the birds don't like it.
We are really getting our work at the shop caught up. Since the boys went to Texas for gunnery school, the tanks have not been moved and that also helps a lot. We are all caught up on major repairs and are now taking each tank and going over them, fixing the little unimportant things. I spent all day straightening fenders, ammunition racks, painting rusty spots, and things like that. We are already about 10 days ahead on our 50 hour checks and looking for things to do.
You see, after ever 50 hours of operation a tank is supposed to be thoroughly checked by a mechanic. Since I've been in this outfit we haven't had time to do that. Kept us plenty busy keeping them running, without looking for trouble. If we can keep that far ahead and get the checks made, we'll be able to save a lot of hard work. The old saying, " A stitch in time saves nine." The army calls it preventative maintenance. Anyhow, we now get time to take a break, now and then and are beginning to do a little playing. Like we used to do at the store. Horseplay. We quit on time, noon and evening. Seems good for a change. Hope it continues. Aren't I getting to be a lazy devil though?
Good thing I've got a capable wife to take care of me when I come home. Maybe I can even get to her to get up first, tend the fire, and call me when breakfast is ready. You can keep your job and I'll stay home and mow the lawn and hoe the garden if I'm not too lazy or tired. What do you think of that?
I could even do the sewing now. I just finished sewing on some buttons and patching a big rip in the back of my shirt. Very neat job too. Glad you can't see it. I had the whole ass pocket ripped out of my fatigues last night and after looking at it for a while, I decided it was too much work to sew it up. I took them over to another fellow in another company who used to be a tailor. He has a sewing machine in the day room and makes a spare time business of sewing for the boys. He sewed my pants up all right. It only took about 5 minutes and he charged me $.50, so I did my own sewing tonight. I know if I'd figure my time it would cost as much, but what the hell? My time isn't worth much these days.
If I had my honey down here, it would be worth a lot. Remember how I used to go without dinner at Knox, so e could get in early to see you? I loves you sweetheart.
I got a nice, long two day letter from you today. A six pager and you wrote it all on Sun. night. I'll answer it now.
I'm curious to know which tire it was that gave out. It's not important but I'm wondering if it was the Dunlop tire. If it was, I'm not surprised, because that is the one we bought on our first trip to Michigan, way back in '39. Remember? First time I ever really went to bed with you. You weren't much good, but it sure as hell was thrilling or upsetting or something. Wow!----
About vulcanizing the tire. If it's at all possible for you to get a new one, I wouldn't do it. Remember the trouble I had with the one I had vulcanized.
You are turning out to be a trapper after all, aren't you? Two mean old mice at one time. Pretty good I'd say. If I were you I wouldn't depend too much on me getting home before they begin to smell. Why don't you throw trap, mice and all out? Traps only cost a nickle apiece.
Maybe if you would write to the president or someone and tell him you want me to have a furlough so I can do away with your mice, it might help. I'd sure be glad to "come right home", but I might forget all about the mice when I got there. I know damn well it wouldn't be the first thing I'd do, or the second either.
Oh. Oh! I can see right now, I'm not going to come out even on this paper. Afraid I won't be able to fill this sheet.
I guess there isn't much you can do about the moles. They are rather hard to do something about. The weather being so mild gives them a good chance. You can't do anything until spring. Then rake the piles down and tramp on 'em so it's level for the lawn mower. They can be trapped or gassed but it's too much for you. The damage isn't permanent so don't worry about it.
Sometime when Pop is over there, you might get his opinion on the drive, If it looks like it needs gravel, better get it. Either Joe Ream or Gus Letterly will accommodate you I think. They can spread it with the truck and won't be any work for you.
How is your coal holding out? Don't let it get too low, before you get more.
These letters of mine are getting to be rather business letters aren't they? I sure haven't been turning out anything like a love letter recently. I do love you so much, but I can't find any new way to tell you about it. You'll have to be satisfied with a plain, ordinary, I love you and miss you more and more all the time. Gee, I glad I gotcha, sweetheart. You're my wife an' everything, an' I loves you so much. You're tops, you're everything nice and desirable, you're my sweetheart and I'm your lover.
Night, honey chile, I loves you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Wed. Eve.
Dearest Tootsie Wuggles;
Ground Hog day again. Did he see his shadow? He surely would have seen it down here, but I don't think they have such critters. Never saw one. In fact, I've seen very little animal or bird life of any kind here. Only snakes and bugs. The boys that have been out over the state say the eastern part is much better. Rice farms, cotton & fruit and they say the rice fields are alive with ducks, geese and other birds.
Our nice weather is still holding. I discarded my heavy underwear a couple weeks ago and haven't had them on since. It still rains occasionally but hasn't gotten cold at all. I'd guess it to be about 50 degrees in the morning and up to 75 degrees in the day. If all winter would have been like this it would have been swell. It begins to look like spring is here in La. Days are noticeably longer. Only just got dark and it's 7:30 already. They better hurry up and move us if they are going to. I can almost feel that hot summer sun already. In case we are still here when summer comes, I'd hate to think of you coming down here. I know you'd melt. Poor honey. I'd always be stinky, salty, and wet too. Wouldn't even be nice to cuddle up to. Wish they'd move us to the mountains or way up north.
Speaking of birds. Have you ever seen any around our bird feeder? I guess that was a flop for everything but looks. I'll have to try another kind next time. I still think it was a good idea. Never get wet or snowy, but the birds don't like it.
We are really getting our work at the shop caught up. Since the boys went to Texas for gunnery school, the tanks have not been moved and that also helps a lot. We are all caught up on major repairs and are now taking each tank and going over them, fixing the little unimportant things. I spent all day straightening fenders, ammunition racks, painting rusty spots, and things like that. We are already about 10 days ahead on our 50 hour checks and looking for things to do.
You see, after ever 50 hours of operation a tank is supposed to be thoroughly checked by a mechanic. Since I've been in this outfit we haven't had time to do that. Kept us plenty busy keeping them running, without looking for trouble. If we can keep that far ahead and get the checks made, we'll be able to save a lot of hard work. The old saying, " A stitch in time saves nine." The army calls it preventative maintenance. Anyhow, we now get time to take a break, now and then and are beginning to do a little playing. Like we used to do at the store. Horseplay. We quit on time, noon and evening. Seems good for a change. Hope it continues. Aren't I getting to be a lazy devil though?
Good thing I've got a capable wife to take care of me when I come home. Maybe I can even get to her to get up first, tend the fire, and call me when breakfast is ready. You can keep your job and I'll stay home and mow the lawn and hoe the garden if I'm not too lazy or tired. What do you think of that?
I could even do the sewing now. I just finished sewing on some buttons and patching a big rip in the back of my shirt. Very neat job too. Glad you can't see it. I had the whole ass pocket ripped out of my fatigues last night and after looking at it for a while, I decided it was too much work to sew it up. I took them over to another fellow in another company who used to be a tailor. He has a sewing machine in the day room and makes a spare time business of sewing for the boys. He sewed my pants up all right. It only took about 5 minutes and he charged me $.50, so I did my own sewing tonight. I know if I'd figure my time it would cost as much, but what the hell? My time isn't worth much these days.
If I had my honey down here, it would be worth a lot. Remember how I used to go without dinner at Knox, so e could get in early to see you? I loves you sweetheart.
I got a nice, long two day letter from you today. A six pager and you wrote it all on Sun. night. I'll answer it now.
I'm curious to know which tire it was that gave out. It's not important but I'm wondering if it was the Dunlop tire. If it was, I'm not surprised, because that is the one we bought on our first trip to Michigan, way back in '39. Remember? First time I ever really went to bed with you. You weren't much good, but it sure as hell was thrilling or upsetting or something. Wow!----
About vulcanizing the tire. If it's at all possible for you to get a new one, I wouldn't do it. Remember the trouble I had with the one I had vulcanized.
You are turning out to be a trapper after all, aren't you? Two mean old mice at one time. Pretty good I'd say. If I were you I wouldn't depend too much on me getting home before they begin to smell. Why don't you throw trap, mice and all out? Traps only cost a nickle apiece.
Maybe if you would write to the president or someone and tell him you want me to have a furlough so I can do away with your mice, it might help. I'd sure be glad to "come right home", but I might forget all about the mice when I got there. I know damn well it wouldn't be the first thing I'd do, or the second either.
Oh. Oh! I can see right now, I'm not going to come out even on this paper. Afraid I won't be able to fill this sheet.
I guess there isn't much you can do about the moles. They are rather hard to do something about. The weather being so mild gives them a good chance. You can't do anything until spring. Then rake the piles down and tramp on 'em so it's level for the lawn mower. They can be trapped or gassed but it's too much for you. The damage isn't permanent so don't worry about it.
Sometime when Pop is over there, you might get his opinion on the drive, If it looks like it needs gravel, better get it. Either Joe Ream or Gus Letterly will accommodate you I think. They can spread it with the truck and won't be any work for you.
How is your coal holding out? Don't let it get too low, before you get more.
These letters of mine are getting to be rather business letters aren't they? I sure haven't been turning out anything like a love letter recently. I do love you so much, but I can't find any new way to tell you about it. You'll have to be satisfied with a plain, ordinary, I love you and miss you more and more all the time. Gee, I glad I gotcha, sweetheart. You're my wife an' everything, an' I loves you so much. You're tops, you're everything nice and desirable, you're my sweetheart and I'm your lover.
Night, honey chile, I loves you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Letter # 195 February 1, 1944
Feb. 1, 1944
Tues. eve.
My Sweetheart;
First I'm going to answer your Fri. letter and then, if I can find something else to write about and have some time, I'll continue.
You said you didn't think you could ever take a year of this army business. I was somewhat different when I first left, but it didn't take me long to begin to wonder if I could either. I didn't at first realize how much I was going to miss you. Had never been like that before when I was away. Home was where ever I hung my hat. Not that way any more. You're to blame for it too. You sweet old devil. I love you and this war can end any time and it won't be too soon for me. I'll be very glad to come back and be your husband again. I'm sure hoping it won't be too much longer. I miss you.
Honey, your story of the flat tire is rather amusing. Also saying that is one little bit of educating I neglected. If you can remember back a few years, I did once tell you, you ought to learn to change a tire and you laughed at me. You said, "I'll never change any damn old tire." "I'll run it to some place on the rim or just sit until someone comes after me." I told you right then, "If you ever run a tire of mine flat, I'll spank you good." I remember the incident very well and think they are almost the exact words. At the time it made me kinda mad that you wouldn't even watch or think it possible you might ever need to know. By this time you probably know it didn't hurt the tire to be flat all night as long as the car isn't moved while flat. I'll admit that jack is a "piss poor" imitation, but that is what they use on cars now days. It fits under the bumper either front or back. I had to look at it a while to figure it out when I first saw it. Then, if you don't block the wheels so the car can't roll either way, it will usually fall off the jack about the time you get it jacked up. Just as well you didn't try it. Hope you found someone willing to help you out. I'm sure as hell willing, but too far away. I'd change a tire for you any day for a kiss or even a nice smile.
I can see you paddling that kid. Probably about the same as I've seen you spank cats and dogs. No wonder he grinned when you put him down the first time. He may have liked to lay across your knee and have his butt patted. I even like that. Remember?
I don't think you're "crosser'n hell." A little annoyed perhaps. I think you need a little lovin. Bet that's all that ails you. I've done the best I can by mail. For anything more satisfactory I'll have to be there in person, or delegate some 4F or somebody to pinch hit for me.
I don't know why I should feel like a new woman. After not seeing you for so long you'll be as good as a new one. [probably have to use some slippum for the first few again] Bet the old thing is all shrunk up again. I never did look around for a new one, when I had you all the time, so why should I now? I'd only be disappointed if I did. Never find another like you. I'll always want you honey. You made me love you and now you won't ever be able to get rid of me.
So Gus Maitland is really going to be called. It's a damn shame. Can't see any reason for it. Jean surely has my sympathy. It's going to be a tough row to hoe for her. Is she going to try it alone or is she going home? If there is anything the two of you can work out don't hesitate to do it on my account. Anything you might work out has my approval. I'm not trying to suggest anything. I don't know anything to suggest. Just giving my support to anything you might be able to do to help.
I know Jean is the kind of gal that can take it and she'll make out all right somehow but I imagine any help she gets will be welcome. Being an experienced war widow you will have your chance to help another over the bumps. First Louise and now Jean - I guess you'll find plenty of opportunity to repay others for the help you've gotten. I don't know what it would be but if I can help in any way, say so.
Sweetheart, you better forget the part about wanting a few hairs to run your fingers through and curl. These G.I.'s don't leave room for much of that, although the barber told me the other night that I did have a lot of hair there yet, if it just grew out. So there too. I'm afraid if you want to curl any hair on me you'll have to do it on my chest or [someplace else].
I guess I've about filled my quota of paper for tonight. No letter today, but I bet I get a nice one tomorrow.
Night sweetheart. I love you so much and miss you like hell. I loves you mummy.
your hubby.
Norm.
Tues. eve.
My Sweetheart;
First I'm going to answer your Fri. letter and then, if I can find something else to write about and have some time, I'll continue.
You said you didn't think you could ever take a year of this army business. I was somewhat different when I first left, but it didn't take me long to begin to wonder if I could either. I didn't at first realize how much I was going to miss you. Had never been like that before when I was away. Home was where ever I hung my hat. Not that way any more. You're to blame for it too. You sweet old devil. I love you and this war can end any time and it won't be too soon for me. I'll be very glad to come back and be your husband again. I'm sure hoping it won't be too much longer. I miss you.
Honey, your story of the flat tire is rather amusing. Also saying that is one little bit of educating I neglected. If you can remember back a few years, I did once tell you, you ought to learn to change a tire and you laughed at me. You said, "I'll never change any damn old tire." "I'll run it to some place on the rim or just sit until someone comes after me." I told you right then, "If you ever run a tire of mine flat, I'll spank you good." I remember the incident very well and think they are almost the exact words. At the time it made me kinda mad that you wouldn't even watch or think it possible you might ever need to know. By this time you probably know it didn't hurt the tire to be flat all night as long as the car isn't moved while flat. I'll admit that jack is a "piss poor" imitation, but that is what they use on cars now days. It fits under the bumper either front or back. I had to look at it a while to figure it out when I first saw it. Then, if you don't block the wheels so the car can't roll either way, it will usually fall off the jack about the time you get it jacked up. Just as well you didn't try it. Hope you found someone willing to help you out. I'm sure as hell willing, but too far away. I'd change a tire for you any day for a kiss or even a nice smile.
I can see you paddling that kid. Probably about the same as I've seen you spank cats and dogs. No wonder he grinned when you put him down the first time. He may have liked to lay across your knee and have his butt patted. I even like that. Remember?
I don't think you're "crosser'n hell." A little annoyed perhaps. I think you need a little lovin. Bet that's all that ails you. I've done the best I can by mail. For anything more satisfactory I'll have to be there in person, or delegate some 4F or somebody to pinch hit for me.
I don't know why I should feel like a new woman. After not seeing you for so long you'll be as good as a new one. [probably have to use some slippum for the first few again] Bet the old thing is all shrunk up again. I never did look around for a new one, when I had you all the time, so why should I now? I'd only be disappointed if I did. Never find another like you. I'll always want you honey. You made me love you and now you won't ever be able to get rid of me.
So Gus Maitland is really going to be called. It's a damn shame. Can't see any reason for it. Jean surely has my sympathy. It's going to be a tough row to hoe for her. Is she going to try it alone or is she going home? If there is anything the two of you can work out don't hesitate to do it on my account. Anything you might work out has my approval. I'm not trying to suggest anything. I don't know anything to suggest. Just giving my support to anything you might be able to do to help.
I know Jean is the kind of gal that can take it and she'll make out all right somehow but I imagine any help she gets will be welcome. Being an experienced war widow you will have your chance to help another over the bumps. First Louise and now Jean - I guess you'll find plenty of opportunity to repay others for the help you've gotten. I don't know what it would be but if I can help in any way, say so.
Sweetheart, you better forget the part about wanting a few hairs to run your fingers through and curl. These G.I.'s don't leave room for much of that, although the barber told me the other night that I did have a lot of hair there yet, if it just grew out. So there too. I'm afraid if you want to curl any hair on me you'll have to do it on my chest or [someplace else].
I guess I've about filled my quota of paper for tonight. No letter today, but I bet I get a nice one tomorrow.
Night sweetheart. I love you so much and miss you like hell. I loves you mummy.
your hubby.
Norm.
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