Thursday, March 31, 2011
Letter # 234 March 20, 1944
Mar. 20, 1944 Mon. eve. Hi, Sweetheart; First day of spring tomorrow. It doesn't seem much like it here, more like the first day of summer. It was rather cool after the storm, but it sure warmed up again today. We may have an ocassional cool day for a while yet, but most of them will be plenty warm. We finished up all our work on the tanks and have nearly everything ready to roll tomorrow afternoon. The tanks and everything are in the best shape they have ever been in yet. We may not have too much trouble. The rumor is that we are running this battalion problem, [ the one we've fucked up on three times already] on Wed and from then on it is to be more of a bivouac than anything. Not to be very much moving around. If that is true it will be somewhat of a picnic unless it rains all the time. You can bet we have made all preparations we can to make ourselves comfortable. We have several extra tarpes along to make into tents or to lay on the ground to keep the dampness off. Gotta keep our tools and equipment dry you know. That's the excuse we give for all the extra. We also have a metal tool cabinet mounted on the half track that is supposed to be full of spare parts, extra tools, etc. It does have a lot of such stuff in it, but several drawers are taken up with other stuff too. Candy by the box, cartons of cigarrettes, tobacco, writing material, and anything else we could get we thought we might need. If we miss a meal we won't starve and if we don't see a store or P.X. we won't be without smokes. This maintenance crew will take care of itself if we have half a chance. The barracks this evening looked like it does before a move. Everyone packing barracks bags and field bags and getting set to go. We aren't taking all our clothes along. One set of O.D. trousers and shirt and the necessary work clothes, underclothes, and etc. The rest stays in the barracks until we come back. Even though it is summer my long handled underwear are going along, just in case. It can get damn cold and wet in a hurry down here. I can almost forecast when you have a bad storm up north before the news gets here. We usually get a north wind and boy, is it raw. I got your Thurs. letter today. Your trouble with no letter was probably caused by me not writing while I was in the field. That trip took me by surprise. I guess I didn't warn you as I usually try to do. I had much the same feelings you did after I was tickled to talk to you but the let down later in the day was bad. I wanted to see you and maul you a bit too. We'll get a chance one of these days. I hope. I think it's a good thing I'm not home while the rest of the soldiers are. I don't think you could stand the pace with me there to bother you. You sure seem to be keeping busy. It seems funny that neither Tony or Mick have any sort of rating yet. After going to school Mickey surely should have I'd think. It's the luck of the army. If a fellow gets in the right place he gets a rating, if he doesn't it makes no difference how good he is, he gets no place. From what Tony says it seems that they are doing even less of consequence than we are. I thought ours was bad but that sounds even worse. Think you're being cute don't you? Not telling me what my surprise is going to be. Well I think I have the laugh on you this time. I got a letter from Mom Kelser today, also, and she informed me I was getting a box from her. I may be wrong but I bet that is what you refer to. You're an old tease. [in more ways than one] but I love you all the same. Mom says you are getting along real well but is terribly sick of teaching school and hopes we can spend part of the summer, at least, together. So do I, damn it. I think the army would be a fairly decent place to be if I could come home to my darling wife every night. I miss her so much. Home to me used to be wherever I hung my hat, but now it's wherever my wife is. You're a very necessary part of me, sweetheart and a part I never want to loose or be without. Your letters for the next 10 days may not be very regular but I'll do the best I can honey. Night sweetheart, I'm loving you and missing you. I'm still keeping my legs crossed and hoping. Your sgt. Norm.
Letter # 233 March 19, 1944
Mar 19, 1944 Sun. Aft. My Sweetheart; We aren't working after all today. Brownie says "fuck 'em and all their tanks." Good enough for me. He's the boss. Everyone here is pretty much disgusted with the way things are being run and don't give a damn if they work or not. I've seen the moral rather low several different times, but never as low as it is in this outfit at the present time. It isn't only the men. It's men and officer alike. The outfit needs a change of some kind. Our good weather has gone today. Started at noon yesterday to rain and I really mean rain. It poured all afternoon and most of the night and then again today. Now it's dark and cloudy and windy as hell out. Getting a lot cooler too. I wrote all my letters last night so I've been laying on my back all morning reading the papers, looking at girl magazines, joke books, and etc. Can spend a lot of time looking at that kind of literature now. Only way I can get my female association. Pin up gals are all right, but what I wouldn't give for a real live one that close to me. Especially one pin up gal I know of. Wish I could open my billfold and you would step out of the picture and really be you. I'd love you to pieces and then love you some more. Had a small sewing job this morning. My old coveralls had been falling off me for a long time. The other day I got a chance to salvage one pair. Got the new ones today so I had patches and stripes to sew on. They aren't exactly a good fit. Big enough for you to get in with me. [boy, wouldn't that be fun? You couldn't run away either. ] but anything is better than trying to keep these old ones sewed up enough to stay on. I have also been able to salvage a couple pair of wool socks, so I guess I can keep decently covered up a while longer. Have also been packing my equipment , getting ready for the field. They are requiring us to take one dress uniform with us. Don't know if they expect us to dress for retreat every night or what. Maybe we will be near some town and they are going to turn us loose and let us howl for a night or so. I got your Wed. letter today. It's like you say, I'm a day behind regular schedule this week. It's still a lot better than three and four days like it sometimes was with air mail. Gosh, honey, you are really becoming a self sufficient gal. Even raking the gravel back in the driveway. That's quite a job even for a husky man. It's a good thing to do though. Keeps the ruts filled and your tires will last longer. Probably won't get stuck and need to put ashes under the front wheels either. Can always depend that Rex won't forget to donate some syrup. They're swell people. You can tell Marg that I'm looking forward to that reunion and am asking for a reserved seat right now. Jean may not like seeing Gus trying to get in the navy, but I can't see any difference to either branch of the service. Both risky. The opportunities are better in the navy, and the living better for the most part. The fellows going in the army from now on are going to have a harder time getting ratings than the rest of us did. So many men with service seniority. If he can get any inside pull in the navy, I'd say it was the best place for him. The mail you've been receiving has interesting possibilities. I'm like you. Have no use for that type of information at present. No one here to practice on either. At least no one very interesting. When I've got my wife to practice on I don't want any old book to read instructions from. I'm too anxious to be doing it. We may have learned from experience but it sure was fun learning. I've got plenty meat for my tiger waiting for me back home. I don't like starving him so long but from the way he acts he still has plenty of life and is only waiting for the opportunity to gorge himself. We're loving you and saving ourselves for you. We love you like hell. We'll have a perfect sex life any time we get together without the aid of any books.
I may get a chance to see Lloyd Phinney after this problem. If I do I'll see if I can suggest he write his folks a little more often. I'm a good one to be talking that way. I usually don't write my folks more than a couple times a month. My honey gets most of the letters too. If you didn't pass on the news they would be hurtin too. A fellow doesn't have time to write to everyone all the time so we pick the one we think most of to write the bulk of the letters to. You're my darling wife and sweetheart. You're nice and boy, do I love you. Bye honey. I'm hoping. your sgt. Norm.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Letter # 232 March 18, 1944
Mar. 18, 1944 Sat eve. Darling; Not a whole lot happening right now to write about. No special news or anything. We worked all day except for about an hour this afternoon when we had another inspection of field equipment. Just to see if everyone had enough to go to the woods for a couple weeks. We have most of our work done but not all. We may have to work at least part of tomorrow to finish up. They changed the day of going out from Monday to Tues. but we have some sort of gun firing exhibition to attend Monday so we probably won't have much time to work. This letter is apt to be short. I want to catch up on a few other letters I have here before we go out. Don't expect to do more than write to you while I'm out. I forgot to say, they have issued orders, saying it will be for 10 days only. We will be back in on the 31st. If they don't change their minds. This morning the mechanics took calisthenics with the company again. Every so often someone gets a bug and decides that we should. It usually lasts a few days until the loss of time makes itself felt on the condition of the vehicles and then it's called off again for a while. I really don't mind, in fact I rather like them, only it's hard to do a full day's work afterward. They sure keep a fellow in shape. I know I'm not in nearly as good shape now as I was last summer. I got your Tues. letter today. I'll answer it now. Glad you got your oven fixed. It was nice of Art. I had thought of telling you to ask him to do it, but I knew he wouldn't accept any pay and I didn't like to ask. They have already done so much for us. You are having quite a busy time aren't you. Entertaining and being entertained. Sounds somewhat like last fall when I was home. Have a time, honey, and enjoy yourself all you can. I'm going to quit for tonight. You're being slighted in favor of others. I'll write you a good one tomorrow - maybe. I love you, sweetheart. Night, mummy, I'm dreaming of you. Your hubby. Norm.
Letter # 231 March 17, 1944
Mar. 17, 1944 Fri. eve. Chubbins, darling; Here it is the end of another week already. St. Pat's day too. Only 5 more days and I'll have been in the army a whole year. Gosh, that's a hell of a long time to be practically a bachelor. I don't like it worth a damn either. I'll take married life anytime, anywhere and for the rest of my life. I'm safe saying that 'cause I've a very satisfactory wife all tied up and waiting for my return. I'm lucky and I know it. If my wife was like some I could mention I wouldn't be so sure about it and might not even want to come home. Another day of working on the tanks. We are getting them in shape slowly. Maybe they will get out a day or so before they start falling apart. I hope. I'm rather looking forward to the problem. If the weather stays like this it will be swell to live in the field. Like summer. Must have been nearly 90 degrees today. I know I was sweating and my shirt was even wet part of the day. Summer is getting close down here. Too damn close to suit me. I'd go north most any time now. I may change my mind about this trip after we are out a few days. Might be glad to get back in camp. I'll write as often as I can and keep you posted on events. This is one time when I wish I was a "fuck up". [Private that has never gotten a definite job and is usually too lazy to care] They are getting furloughs while we are on the problem. They aren't necessary so they are letting them go. 8 of them I think. See, honey, if I hadn't worked I'd be on my way home to you. I'd sure trade in these stripes for a furlough any time. Beside that I had to get me one of the most essential jobs in the battalion and that makes a furlough harder than ever to get. A mechanized outfit can't go far or do much without the mechanics. We are important boys. We had our big parade as scheduled. Like everything else we do it was a fucked up affair in some ways. The officers were each doing a different thing at the same time so I'm afraid it wasn't a very beautiful parade. We did better as rookies than we did tonight. Very poorly planned on the part of the officers. I bet that 2 star general that reviewed us blew his top after it was over. I can almost hear him chewing the major's ass out. We'll probably catch hell later as it comes down the line. I guess that is all the news so I'll answer your Monday letter. I got it this noon. So you'd be glad to quit teaching and living alone and take over a husband again anytime. That's O.K. but don't forget you have a husband that wants to be taken over. I've no doubt you could easily find a substitute but if you did I'd kick him out and take over when I come home. You're mine and I've got letters to prove you like being mine. The wicks for the cigarette lighter seem to hold out rather well. I've only used about half of the first one. I would think they could be gotten most anyplace. If I see any I'll get a couple extras 'cause it's quite a handy gadget. Honey, you are not a bitch. Not the way you said it anyhow. Sometimes you are a teasing bitch and don't want to do anything about it, but I kinda like that too. You may not be quite as nice as I think you are but you're so damn near that nice that I'll never have any reason to kick. When we are together all the time we are bound to become a bit annoyed with each other once in a while. We never did have a scrap as far as I can remember. Now that we have lived together the first few years and become adjusted to each other, there is no reason why we won't do as well or better than ever. I, for my part, know that I appreciate you more fully and love you more than I did before I came to the army. I don't think I'll ever change my present opinion of you very much, unless it's for the better. You are really a very swell person and I love you so much. You surely didn't disappoint me the times we were together the past year. Didn't even act a bit "bitchy". You were deliciously passionate. Even scared me by holding off the "red days" until I went back to the army. Night sweetheart. I'm going to bed now. Not much fun but I need my sleep. I love my wifey. Your hubby. Norm.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Letter # 231 March 16, 1944
Mar. 16, 1944 Thurs. Eve. Sweetheart; Not working tonight. We have caught up slightly on our work and are going to take it easy tonight. We may need our rest next week. Have a big retreat parade tomorrow evening. They say it will be the entire 21st corpse. That will be something. It's going to take place at the airport so we must need room. We will all carry our guns and be in full dress uniform. It makes quite a picture, but it's a hell of a lot of trouble. No letter from you today. First one I've missed for several days. The service is sure better this way than it was airmail. I have your weekend letter here to answer. I'll do it now. There isn't much of anything new to talk about. I really had intended to get down to see Lloyd Phinney again but now it looks rather doubtful. Lot of things to do getting ready for our field trip. Honey, I think you must really have liked the phone call. I know I did. It thrilled me so I couldn't settle down all the rest of the day. Seemed like something wonderful had happened or was about to happen or something. I think you know what I mean. From the tone of your letter, I would say you were feeling about the same. It was so wonderful to talk to you again, even if only by telephone and for so short a time. Think I could have talked for an hour and listened to you for a lot longer than that. You were very sweet. You may not remember much of what I said, but I can almost quote what you said. I wasn't conscious of you doing most of the talking, but if you did I'm still satisfied 'cause I wanted to hear you talk. That's why I called. You surely sounded good natured, bright, and wide awake for just jumping out of bed. I bet you would have been even willing to love me that morning without too much urging. I bet there would have been plenty of nice things to see as you answered the phone too. Nice, loose clothes, easy to slip a hand into. Wow! Honey, what a wolf I'm going to be. Seems like you had plenty of celebration for your birthday. I too, wish I could have been there so there wouldn't have been anything missing. Busy days ahead and not much sleep for Babe. I can see that. If you keep on , sweetheart, things will be reversed when I get home. I'll be the sleepy head and you the one that wants to keep going. You aren't the only one who has been dreaming about having the car with us when you come to see me. I've been toying with the idea for a long time, but never said anything about it. I was waiting to see how the tires would hold out and etc. That is why I suggested a while back that if you could buy some by hook or crook, to do it. It sure would be swell to have it. It was like yours, only a dream, but a promising one. The big catch is tires and you driving all that way by yourself. If my furlough should happen at the right time we could come back together. I had also thought of maybe buying an old wreck wherever I might be. We'll dream and wait and see. It's fun to dream anyhow. Especially about things that concern you and I. You're the nicest dreaming material ever was, honey. I can dream about how nice you were and are, about loving you, about things we will do and just lots and lots of things. It's no shit, darling, I don't think I spend a waking hour without thinking and dreaming a little of you. I think I'm in love. Don't you? Gosh, honey, from the sound of things, I would think our friends are making up for some of the loving we are missing and getting results to boot. Marg & Helen McFadden. Wonder what's the matter with Garnet? Too tired? You mention the dishes. You almost got some more only I didn't remember what you already had. One store I was in had a fair stock of Fostoria glass, but it beat the shit out of me to know which ones to get. I'm dumb about such things. Don't get too used to doing your reading in bed honey, 'cause when you come to see me or I come home, there are bound to be time when I'll want to interrupt and want some attention. You used to call me a pest when you wanted to read and I'd be teasing for a little of "it". Roll up close to your back and pinch and feel. Those were the days. Boy. Why do you have to be such darn nice loving? I haven't heard or seen anything of Ernie since the time I wrote of. He is on maneuvers with the 8th someplace in the La, weeds. I have been forgetting to tell you to say hello to Mick & Louise and give them my best wishes. I imagine you have done it anyhow. You're usually way ahead of me. You're nice. Very satisfactory person to have for a wife, secretary, or whatever. Beside being capable, you are gorgeous, beautiful, exciting, and oh boy, can you put out the loving. Best ever came down the road. I'm going to quit for tonight, honey. I'd like to keep on telling you things and talking to you all night, but I get tired of writing. Not too satisfactory. Night sweetheart. I love you so much. I'm yours and always will be. I'll be showing you one of these days. Your hubby. Norm.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Letter # 230 March 15, 1944
Mar 15, 1944
Wed eve.
Hello Honey;
We worked late tonight. It's almost 12 now, so I don't think this will be much of a letter. We are trying to get all of our equipment in as near A-1 shape as we can before we go out on this two week maneuvers. If we do a good job now we might not have quite so much trouble when we get out. No doubt but there will be plenty anyhow.
As I understand the procedure, these short maneuvers are a lot tougher than long ones. On the long ones they go for two or three days and then have a break for two or three days. That way they have time enough to catch up on all the work. This one that we'll be on will be mostly on the go. Very little break or chance to catch up on the work. I'll know more about it next week.
No news or excitement so I'll answer as much of your letters as I can. Got your weekend one today.
I guess you can gather from Mick & Louise experience on the train that I wasn't exaggerating or kidding you very much when I advised against you trying it. It would wear my honey out. If I had known how things were going to turn out, I probably would have let you come at Christmas. I really did expect to be home by this time. My mistake.
I guess it doesn't make much difference though. Even if I had seen you then, I'd be just as wild by now. You see, I'm a glutton. I want you all the time. I love you so much sweetheart.
I'm really not sorry that you are tied up and can't come down here. I still hate to think of you living here, but I'm done trying to keep you away. I want my mummy and if she's willing to come I'm more than willing to have her. I'm still hoping to be out of here though.
Wild is back with his wife. The room was waiting for them. She hasn't had time to see much yet, but says she is satisfied as long as she can be with him. I haven't seen her. This is what he says. They drove an old Model A Ford down. His land lady told him to be sure and tell me that if I wanted one also, to let them know a couple weeks ahead and she'd try to accommodate me. See, I'm making preparations way ahead.
Don't misunderstand me honey. I'm not urging you to come now or any time for that matter, but - It sure would be heaven for me to have you here. That's no shit.
Sweetheart, I knew you could always use stockings, but I couldn't get anything very good and I sure didn't know much about color, size, sheerness, or anything. If they are all right, I'll have to give the salesgirl credit. I took her word, mostly. I'm glad you like them. You're very nice to buy presents for. Always seem so pleased about anything. You're sweet. I love you too.
Sounds like Mickey got into a nice branch of work. About in his line. If he would be stationed in Penna, it would really be something wouldn't it. Almost home.
I did forget to say. The captain told us that after the maneuvers there would be more furloughs granted. If we wait long enough and keep hoping it will come someday.
Judging from your Sunday letter, I'd say you enjoyed the phone call as much as I did. It was so good to hear your voice again. [still wish there had been television]. Next best to actually seeing you. You must really have had a premonition. Hearing the phone right off that way. Guess we're still tuned to the same wave length. I'm sure glad I didn't disappoint you. I like to do things you like. Must be 'cause I love you so much.
I'm going to quit for now. Need my sleep.
Night honey. You're a very appreciative wife. I love you so much.
Your hubby
Norm.
Wed eve.
Hello Honey;
We worked late tonight. It's almost 12 now, so I don't think this will be much of a letter. We are trying to get all of our equipment in as near A-1 shape as we can before we go out on this two week maneuvers. If we do a good job now we might not have quite so much trouble when we get out. No doubt but there will be plenty anyhow.
As I understand the procedure, these short maneuvers are a lot tougher than long ones. On the long ones they go for two or three days and then have a break for two or three days. That way they have time enough to catch up on all the work. This one that we'll be on will be mostly on the go. Very little break or chance to catch up on the work. I'll know more about it next week.
No news or excitement so I'll answer as much of your letters as I can. Got your weekend one today.
I guess you can gather from Mick & Louise experience on the train that I wasn't exaggerating or kidding you very much when I advised against you trying it. It would wear my honey out. If I had known how things were going to turn out, I probably would have let you come at Christmas. I really did expect to be home by this time. My mistake.
I guess it doesn't make much difference though. Even if I had seen you then, I'd be just as wild by now. You see, I'm a glutton. I want you all the time. I love you so much sweetheart.
I'm really not sorry that you are tied up and can't come down here. I still hate to think of you living here, but I'm done trying to keep you away. I want my mummy and if she's willing to come I'm more than willing to have her. I'm still hoping to be out of here though.
Wild is back with his wife. The room was waiting for them. She hasn't had time to see much yet, but says she is satisfied as long as she can be with him. I haven't seen her. This is what he says. They drove an old Model A Ford down. His land lady told him to be sure and tell me that if I wanted one also, to let them know a couple weeks ahead and she'd try to accommodate me. See, I'm making preparations way ahead.
Don't misunderstand me honey. I'm not urging you to come now or any time for that matter, but - It sure would be heaven for me to have you here. That's no shit.
Sweetheart, I knew you could always use stockings, but I couldn't get anything very good and I sure didn't know much about color, size, sheerness, or anything. If they are all right, I'll have to give the salesgirl credit. I took her word, mostly. I'm glad you like them. You're very nice to buy presents for. Always seem so pleased about anything. You're sweet. I love you too.
Sounds like Mickey got into a nice branch of work. About in his line. If he would be stationed in Penna, it would really be something wouldn't it. Almost home.
I did forget to say. The captain told us that after the maneuvers there would be more furloughs granted. If we wait long enough and keep hoping it will come someday.
Judging from your Sunday letter, I'd say you enjoyed the phone call as much as I did. It was so good to hear your voice again. [still wish there had been television]. Next best to actually seeing you. You must really have had a premonition. Hearing the phone right off that way. Guess we're still tuned to the same wave length. I'm sure glad I didn't disappoint you. I like to do things you like. Must be 'cause I love you so much.
I'm going to quit for now. Need my sleep.
Night honey. You're a very appreciative wife. I love you so much.
Your hubby
Norm.
Letter # 229 March 14, 1944
Mar. 14, 1944
Tues. eve.
I was out in the woods again last night, so no letter for poor Babe. Hell ain't it honey? I really have been falling down on my correspondence the past couple weeks and I guess maybe worse times are coming.
We learned today that next Tues. we are going to take to the woods for 2 weeks. At least that long and maybe longer. Of course, it isn't positive yet, but I guess it's as sure as anything can be in the army. As you've probably been thinking the furloughs are cancelled for the duration of the problem or whatever it is. That takes us up to the 5th of April. If this keeps up I won't be home until you are out of school after all. It's hell, I don't like it much, but I think I'll live. It will be a welcome break in the everyday routine. I think I'll like it. Probably work the hell out of us. Who cares? They can't hurt me that way and boy - do the days fly.
I don't know how often I'll have a chance to write. I'll do the best I can. We may possibly have an A.P.O. address then, but I don't think so. Just keep on using the same one until further notice. There, that's a little news even if not exactly good news.
We had another unsuccessful problem. Got most of our tanks stuck and worked like hell getting them out again. They had picked six tanks from each company in the battalion to participate. Baker and I and one mechanic from another company were the only mechanics. Didn't have any trouble with our own tanks but boy did we have trouble with the "B" co. tanks. We got the last one herded in about 7 this evening.
Real summer today, in fact, it was hot. Must have been about 85. Last night was perfect. Beautiful, clear, moonlight night. Before the moon came out the sky was so full of stars it almost seemed there wasn't room for another one. Then the moon came out and was so bright it dimmed the stars to almost nothing. These nights are really beautiful, sweetheart. What a time to have a nice girl to make love to. Couldn't help but get in the mood quickly. If you do get down here next summer we'll have to try it out. I don't think I'd ever need the inspiration of a beautiful night, but it will be an added attraction.
We were done work by 10 last eve, but it was so beautiful that Baker and I lay on our beds and talked until after midnight. No. Not about what you are thinking either. Girls weren't even mentioned. Believe it or not, it's true.
I sure wish my baby was sleeping by me instead of Baker. Bet it would have been later than that. I think I could have loved you good. Words almost equal to actions. At least I think I could have told you that much. I love you honey, so much and I'm missing you an awful lot.
I got your Fri. letter today and your Thurs. one yesterday. I guess I'd better get to answering them and then go to bed.
Sweetheart, that birthday present you have all planned for me is the best present anyone could ever give me. It's the one thing I want and love most. Gosh honey, that will be swell. I'm sure hoping I will be where I can receive it and keep it with me for a long, long time. Forever, if possible. It hadn't better be too fragile though, 'cause I think that present is in for a lot of mauling, petting, picking, kissing, loving, biting, and lots of other sweet tortures. It wants to be rather substantial to stand all that.
It will be nice to have you for my birthday, but, sweetheart, don't get grey hair if you can't make it on the day. Make it the next or the next. After 7 months a few days won't hurt a hell of a lot.
If I'm not to say something about you saying I'm getting younger every day in looks and actions, I won't say much, only I don't quite know how you can tell. Haven't been able to see me very much for a long time. Maybe I'm kidding you in these letters I write, telling you how young and full of piss and vinegar I am. Then what?
Too bad if it is getting Gus down. That is one reason I didn't jump at a defense job. Didn't think I could take it, especially with all the driving. I got the gloves Vi sent. They're swell. Almost too nice to wear. Save them for a special occasion too.
Did I ever express any doubt that you weren't saving yourself for me? If I did it was unintentional. I've never had the least doubt of it or even gave it a thought. I love you and have implicit faith in your actions. Your tops and always will be.
I have only finished your Thurs. letter but I think I'd better go to bed.
Night, sweetheart, I'm loving you so much. You're my wife. lover, sweetheart, and everything rolled into one nice luscious bundle of loveliness and pulse stirring female. You're my mate and boy do I love you. Lots of loving and kisses to you. Night sweetheart.
your hubby.
Norm.
Tues. eve.
I was out in the woods again last night, so no letter for poor Babe. Hell ain't it honey? I really have been falling down on my correspondence the past couple weeks and I guess maybe worse times are coming.
We learned today that next Tues. we are going to take to the woods for 2 weeks. At least that long and maybe longer. Of course, it isn't positive yet, but I guess it's as sure as anything can be in the army. As you've probably been thinking the furloughs are cancelled for the duration of the problem or whatever it is. That takes us up to the 5th of April. If this keeps up I won't be home until you are out of school after all. It's hell, I don't like it much, but I think I'll live. It will be a welcome break in the everyday routine. I think I'll like it. Probably work the hell out of us. Who cares? They can't hurt me that way and boy - do the days fly.
I don't know how often I'll have a chance to write. I'll do the best I can. We may possibly have an A.P.O. address then, but I don't think so. Just keep on using the same one until further notice. There, that's a little news even if not exactly good news.
We had another unsuccessful problem. Got most of our tanks stuck and worked like hell getting them out again. They had picked six tanks from each company in the battalion to participate. Baker and I and one mechanic from another company were the only mechanics. Didn't have any trouble with our own tanks but boy did we have trouble with the "B" co. tanks. We got the last one herded in about 7 this evening.
Real summer today, in fact, it was hot. Must have been about 85. Last night was perfect. Beautiful, clear, moonlight night. Before the moon came out the sky was so full of stars it almost seemed there wasn't room for another one. Then the moon came out and was so bright it dimmed the stars to almost nothing. These nights are really beautiful, sweetheart. What a time to have a nice girl to make love to. Couldn't help but get in the mood quickly. If you do get down here next summer we'll have to try it out. I don't think I'd ever need the inspiration of a beautiful night, but it will be an added attraction.
We were done work by 10 last eve, but it was so beautiful that Baker and I lay on our beds and talked until after midnight. No. Not about what you are thinking either. Girls weren't even mentioned. Believe it or not, it's true.
I sure wish my baby was sleeping by me instead of Baker. Bet it would have been later than that. I think I could have loved you good. Words almost equal to actions. At least I think I could have told you that much. I love you honey, so much and I'm missing you an awful lot.
I got your Fri. letter today and your Thurs. one yesterday. I guess I'd better get to answering them and then go to bed.
Sweetheart, that birthday present you have all planned for me is the best present anyone could ever give me. It's the one thing I want and love most. Gosh honey, that will be swell. I'm sure hoping I will be where I can receive it and keep it with me for a long, long time. Forever, if possible. It hadn't better be too fragile though, 'cause I think that present is in for a lot of mauling, petting, picking, kissing, loving, biting, and lots of other sweet tortures. It wants to be rather substantial to stand all that.
It will be nice to have you for my birthday, but, sweetheart, don't get grey hair if you can't make it on the day. Make it the next or the next. After 7 months a few days won't hurt a hell of a lot.
If I'm not to say something about you saying I'm getting younger every day in looks and actions, I won't say much, only I don't quite know how you can tell. Haven't been able to see me very much for a long time. Maybe I'm kidding you in these letters I write, telling you how young and full of piss and vinegar I am. Then what?
Too bad if it is getting Gus down. That is one reason I didn't jump at a defense job. Didn't think I could take it, especially with all the driving. I got the gloves Vi sent. They're swell. Almost too nice to wear. Save them for a special occasion too.
Did I ever express any doubt that you weren't saving yourself for me? If I did it was unintentional. I've never had the least doubt of it or even gave it a thought. I love you and have implicit faith in your actions. Your tops and always will be.
I have only finished your Thurs. letter but I think I'd better go to bed.
Night, sweetheart, I'm loving you so much. You're my wife. lover, sweetheart, and everything rolled into one nice luscious bundle of loveliness and pulse stirring female. You're my mate and boy do I love you. Lots of loving and kisses to you. Night sweetheart.
your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 228 March 12, 1944
Mar 12, 1944
My one year older wife;
Hello sweetheart, I love you, so much. I'm starting this real early, about 8 A.M. It may not make much sense, because I'm in the telephone office, trying to get a call through to you. They say there will be from 1-2 hr. delay. Maybe I won't get through, before you go to church. No special news I wanted to tell you or anything like that, only to wish you a happy birthday and talk direct to you for a little while. Wish they had television working. I'd sure like to see you. Probably call you out of bed and I'd get a real eyeful. Just as well they haven't, I guess, cause then I wouldn't be able to talk.
I can't wait much longer than 10. They decided at the last minute to send a few tanks out again tomorrow and I'm supposed to be working now. I "fucked" off and said I'll do my work later. I've been planning to make the call for a long time. Wanted to surprise you. Hope it works.
I was here a few minutes after the office opened and already there was quite a waiting line. Quite a popular place, I'd say. Calls going in for every state in the union. Seems impossible that they could keep them all straight.
I guess I'll be in the field again tomorrow. These tanks that are going out are supposed to be enemy tanks for another outfit. Mac and two others are going to gunnery school so that leaves Baker and I. I imagine both of us will go. As far as I know it is only one day.
The boys that went on furlough are due back today. Soon know if a larger number are going each time or not. Personally, I can't see why they don't send us all home at once. Could as easy as not.
I'll answer your Tues. letter now. Should get one or two more to answer this noon.
Louise wrote a rather decent letter this time didn't she? At least gave us the news and stuff. Sounds like they are having a real time. More power to them. When Mickey is through at school it might be different. He can be sent anyplace. I hope he does get his furlough. They are still mighty nice things to have even if they have been together nearly all the time. Just like vacations.
Tony got his furlough, good. I wish I could have been home to see him. We only missed a few days the last time, if I remember right. Glad to hear he is looking so much better. Maybe he is over the bad part. I also envy them their life together. It would sure be nice. We had a short time at it and honey, I sure liked it. I'll sure appreciate it, if we ever get another chance. The only thing I want more than that is to get this business over and come home permanently.
Gus is really in - too bad. Give him my best wishes and lots of luck. Sounds like it was going to get them all. Have lots of war widows for companions.
Well honey, I guess that about covers your letter. It's getting late. If my call doesn't go through soon, I'm afraid I'll have to cancel it and go to work. I tried anyhow. I'll write some more on this tonight or sometime. I love you honey. You're 27 years old, gorgeous, sweet, and everything. Looks like and acts like a 20 yr old bride. You're my wife.
Sunday eve
We didn't work very much after all. Looked 'em over, nothing much wrong, and Brownie said, "Fuck 'em". So we quit.
I've had a short nap. Imagine that, me sleeping during the day. I guess I really needed it. I really hated to get up this morning. Lately I've been doing like I did at home. Going to bed rather late every night. Then being in the field and bouncing around over the landscape for two days, I was really tired and didn't know it until I got in bed. Then I died.
In fact, I've been feeling good ever since I talked with you. Gosh you sounded good to me. Made me feel so good even to hear you talk again. If they would let me, I think I would have talked the rest of the morning. Like you do at home. Sure was tickled I got through and you were there. Even anticipated my call a little. You're a devil but a darn sweet one.
If it wasn't for the time involved, I'd do it often. It kinda gets me to wait around for a call to go through. The cost isn't too bad, $3.80 for the 5 minutes. When I had called you before I was always expecting to see you soon and didn't appreciate it so much. Hope I can call you again soon and have good news to tell you. I love you, honey.
I got your Wed. letter this noon. Mick and Louise home too. If they hadn't mixed us all up by this alert I'd have probably been home too. That would have been fun. I'd like to see them all again. This time my leave will be so short it's just as well if there aren't too many to see. I'd like to see all our friends, but I've one person I want to see a lot of and most of the time alone. I've got a lot to tell her and show her. Gosh, honey, I can't seem to write after talking to you.
I'm going to say bye for today. I love you so much, honey. You're a darling. You're my wife.
your hubby.
Norm.
My one year older wife;
Hello sweetheart, I love you, so much. I'm starting this real early, about 8 A.M. It may not make much sense, because I'm in the telephone office, trying to get a call through to you. They say there will be from 1-2 hr. delay. Maybe I won't get through, before you go to church. No special news I wanted to tell you or anything like that, only to wish you a happy birthday and talk direct to you for a little while. Wish they had television working. I'd sure like to see you. Probably call you out of bed and I'd get a real eyeful. Just as well they haven't, I guess, cause then I wouldn't be able to talk.
I can't wait much longer than 10. They decided at the last minute to send a few tanks out again tomorrow and I'm supposed to be working now. I "fucked" off and said I'll do my work later. I've been planning to make the call for a long time. Wanted to surprise you. Hope it works.
I was here a few minutes after the office opened and already there was quite a waiting line. Quite a popular place, I'd say. Calls going in for every state in the union. Seems impossible that they could keep them all straight.
I guess I'll be in the field again tomorrow. These tanks that are going out are supposed to be enemy tanks for another outfit. Mac and two others are going to gunnery school so that leaves Baker and I. I imagine both of us will go. As far as I know it is only one day.
The boys that went on furlough are due back today. Soon know if a larger number are going each time or not. Personally, I can't see why they don't send us all home at once. Could as easy as not.
I'll answer your Tues. letter now. Should get one or two more to answer this noon.
Louise wrote a rather decent letter this time didn't she? At least gave us the news and stuff. Sounds like they are having a real time. More power to them. When Mickey is through at school it might be different. He can be sent anyplace. I hope he does get his furlough. They are still mighty nice things to have even if they have been together nearly all the time. Just like vacations.
Tony got his furlough, good. I wish I could have been home to see him. We only missed a few days the last time, if I remember right. Glad to hear he is looking so much better. Maybe he is over the bad part. I also envy them their life together. It would sure be nice. We had a short time at it and honey, I sure liked it. I'll sure appreciate it, if we ever get another chance. The only thing I want more than that is to get this business over and come home permanently.
Gus is really in - too bad. Give him my best wishes and lots of luck. Sounds like it was going to get them all. Have lots of war widows for companions.
Well honey, I guess that about covers your letter. It's getting late. If my call doesn't go through soon, I'm afraid I'll have to cancel it and go to work. I tried anyhow. I'll write some more on this tonight or sometime. I love you honey. You're 27 years old, gorgeous, sweet, and everything. Looks like and acts like a 20 yr old bride. You're my wife.
Sunday eve
We didn't work very much after all. Looked 'em over, nothing much wrong, and Brownie said, "Fuck 'em". So we quit.
I've had a short nap. Imagine that, me sleeping during the day. I guess I really needed it. I really hated to get up this morning. Lately I've been doing like I did at home. Going to bed rather late every night. Then being in the field and bouncing around over the landscape for two days, I was really tired and didn't know it until I got in bed. Then I died.
In fact, I've been feeling good ever since I talked with you. Gosh you sounded good to me. Made me feel so good even to hear you talk again. If they would let me, I think I would have talked the rest of the morning. Like you do at home. Sure was tickled I got through and you were there. Even anticipated my call a little. You're a devil but a darn sweet one.
If it wasn't for the time involved, I'd do it often. It kinda gets me to wait around for a call to go through. The cost isn't too bad, $3.80 for the 5 minutes. When I had called you before I was always expecting to see you soon and didn't appreciate it so much. Hope I can call you again soon and have good news to tell you. I love you, honey.
I got your Wed. letter this noon. Mick and Louise home too. If they hadn't mixed us all up by this alert I'd have probably been home too. That would have been fun. I'd like to see them all again. This time my leave will be so short it's just as well if there aren't too many to see. I'd like to see all our friends, but I've one person I want to see a lot of and most of the time alone. I've got a lot to tell her and show her. Gosh, honey, I can't seem to write after talking to you.
I'm going to say bye for today. I love you so much, honey. You're a darling. You're my wife.
your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 227 March 11, 1944
Mar 11, 1944
Sat. eve.
Chubbins, darling;
It's late and we only got in a short time ago so I don't know if this will be much of a letter or not. Depends on how I get going. I didn't get one written last night. You probably know that by now, or have at least surmised it.
We didn't have too hard a time of it. Worked until about 10 last night and then had very little to do but ride around after the tanks all day today. It was on our way in that we ran into trouble. One developed a plugged gas line and we had a hell of a job getting it fixed.
The battalion problem is over at last. At least we went through it. I haven't heard the umpire's decision as yet, but I think it was all fucked up. We'll probably have an additional 30-60-90 days of additional training now. That is the way they have been doing. Reach what was supposed to be the end of our training and then they add some more on. I don't care much as long as they move us out of here.
I've still got an itchy foot, [as well as an itchy half foot], and would like to have a change of country. It's been swell down here the last month or more and I rather like it, but summer is coming close down here. Then I won't like it. If it wasn't for so much cut over, burned area full of charred stumps and stubs it would be pretty. The grass is greening nicely, trees all have tender, fresh leaves and there are lots of wildflowers and trees in bloom. A few are familiar and a lot of them are strangers. There are a lot of dogwood trees, all in bloom now. They must be a somewhat different species from ours. The blossoms are the same only smaller. The trees grow differently than ours. Different arrangement of limbs and different bark. I also found an abundance of spring beauties and violets. They are much bigger than ours. Looks like hot house flowers. I brought in a couple violets in my buttonhole and am putting them in. Don't expect them to be very nice when they arrive. Only a whim.
Seems to be about two months ahead with spring down here. I mean ahead of up north. They tell me that the better sections of the state, east and south, are really beautiful this time of year.
I got your Tues. letter when I came in tonight. I haven't answered Monday's, yet. I will now and then quit for tonight.
I know what you mean when you say the time really does go fast in some ways, while in other ways it drags. It always drags when one is waiting. That is what we are doing the most of - waiting until we can be together again. We're so much in love aren't we sweetheart? Like a couple of kids, instead of old married folks.
I guess by this time you have your birthday offering. I hope you aren't too disappointed with them. They surely aren't worth "splitting your britches" as you say.
Ordinarily the Yank is a G.I. paper. They had an offer to anyone in the service to subscribe and have it sent to any address. I thought you might enjoy it.
Night sweetheart, I'm tired and going to bed. I'll write you a good one tomorrow. This is a fake. Lots of paper but nothing on it.
I'm loving you honey, and hurtin as much as you are. I'm sure hoping it won't be too long before I can get you within reach again. I'll love you and squeeze you and tell you good.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sat. eve.
Chubbins, darling;
It's late and we only got in a short time ago so I don't know if this will be much of a letter or not. Depends on how I get going. I didn't get one written last night. You probably know that by now, or have at least surmised it.
We didn't have too hard a time of it. Worked until about 10 last night and then had very little to do but ride around after the tanks all day today. It was on our way in that we ran into trouble. One developed a plugged gas line and we had a hell of a job getting it fixed.
The battalion problem is over at last. At least we went through it. I haven't heard the umpire's decision as yet, but I think it was all fucked up. We'll probably have an additional 30-60-90 days of additional training now. That is the way they have been doing. Reach what was supposed to be the end of our training and then they add some more on. I don't care much as long as they move us out of here.
I've still got an itchy foot, [as well as an itchy half foot], and would like to have a change of country. It's been swell down here the last month or more and I rather like it, but summer is coming close down here. Then I won't like it. If it wasn't for so much cut over, burned area full of charred stumps and stubs it would be pretty. The grass is greening nicely, trees all have tender, fresh leaves and there are lots of wildflowers and trees in bloom. A few are familiar and a lot of them are strangers. There are a lot of dogwood trees, all in bloom now. They must be a somewhat different species from ours. The blossoms are the same only smaller. The trees grow differently than ours. Different arrangement of limbs and different bark. I also found an abundance of spring beauties and violets. They are much bigger than ours. Looks like hot house flowers. I brought in a couple violets in my buttonhole and am putting them in. Don't expect them to be very nice when they arrive. Only a whim.
Seems to be about two months ahead with spring down here. I mean ahead of up north. They tell me that the better sections of the state, east and south, are really beautiful this time of year.
I got your Tues. letter when I came in tonight. I haven't answered Monday's, yet. I will now and then quit for tonight.
I know what you mean when you say the time really does go fast in some ways, while in other ways it drags. It always drags when one is waiting. That is what we are doing the most of - waiting until we can be together again. We're so much in love aren't we sweetheart? Like a couple of kids, instead of old married folks.
I guess by this time you have your birthday offering. I hope you aren't too disappointed with them. They surely aren't worth "splitting your britches" as you say.
Ordinarily the Yank is a G.I. paper. They had an offer to anyone in the service to subscribe and have it sent to any address. I thought you might enjoy it.
Night sweetheart, I'm tired and going to bed. I'll write you a good one tomorrow. This is a fake. Lots of paper but nothing on it.
I'm loving you honey, and hurtin as much as you are. I'm sure hoping it won't be too long before I can get you within reach again. I'll love you and squeeze you and tell you good.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Letter # 226 March 9, 1944
March. 9, 1944
Thurs. eve.
My one & only wife;
Glad of it too! I love you. Gosh, honey, I've got it bad. Can't even start a letter without telling you I love you in the first line. Damn it, I do love you and you say you like to be told, so I'm telling you. I'll tell you so much you'll get tired of hearing it. At least that is one subject I can always write about. You're so nice and I love you so much I never run out of something to say, even if it is always about the same words. I can't get you out of my mind.
I got three letters from you today. The weekend one and Louise's letter this noon and your Monday one this evening.
Being a very dutiful husband and so much in love with you that I do most anything you suggest I should do. I took a hike over to the hospital and looked Lloyd Phinney up. I found him easily enough. I walked up to his bed and spoke. He looked at me a while and then said he wasn't sure who I was. Knew he had seen me but it took him so by surprise I guess he couldn't think. I'd have been unsure of his identity also, if I hadn't known who I was looking for and what bed he was in. I never did see him more than times and then only in passing.
By this time I guess his folks know the story, but I'll tell it anyhow and let you pass it on. He apparently has a rather bad case of rheumatic fever, not really sick, but sore and stiff as hell in all his joints. The doctors say he will be in bed for possibly another 6 weeks and it might be longer. He looks good and healthy and aside from pain whenever he moves a joint, he feels well. He can use his hands and arms and can even walk to the toilet if he is careful and takes his time. He said he was laid up an entire winter with the same thing, so it's nothing new and no cause for unnecessary alarm to his folks. It will take time to cure. Not much that medicine or doctors can do. They can be assured that he is being well taken care of. Nice ward and good doctor. Ward boys on duty all the time and they do all they can to help. If there had only been a pretty nurse there, preferably a red head, I'd have been tempted to climb into one of the empty beds and take a long rest myself.
We had quite a visit. I guess I was there for at least an hour and a half. He is also a T/4 mechanic so we had something in common to talk about. He is in an antiaircraft outfit. They are scheduled to be in La. for about 3 months. Whenever he is able to leave the hospital, he will undoubtedly get a 21 day sick leave to fully recover before being put back on duty. He talks a lot about this gal of his. Must be serious. I don't think I ever saw her.
He seemed so glad to see me that he invited me to come back again. I promised to do it if I can. That would be hell to have that much time in bed ahead of one. If I can help I'll do what I can. I thought first of writing a note to his folks and then decided not to. They probably know all this by now because he has been writing.
Sounds to me like you had quite a day of it in Akron. Sounds like fun for you. I can't imagine you not buying a pair of shoes. They are kind of a weakness with you. Better buy 'em while you have the cash, honey. If you are in need of a shoe stamp say so. I can get one here and then you can have it.
You're silly. Thinking I might not take a furlough anytime they give me a chance. I'll take one so fast no matter when they offer it. Even if I knew darn well it was during the "red" of the month. I'd take it and come home as fast as I could get there. It's always possible that another chance might not be coming.
You're right. I was rather anxious to get started a year ago and get it over with. I thought then that I might at least be doing some good. Since then I've changed my mind. I still wouldn't do any different, but you can bet I wouldn't be anxious to go. So far it has only been a waste of a year of our life together.
I guess I didn't advertise my feelings very much in the past. I'll try to do better in the future. I think you knew me pretty well anyhow. Better than I knew myself, maybe. You're a smart girl. I like 'em that way. I love you.
As you once told me. I'm all yours to do with as you please. If I'm anyplace, even La. where you can come and see me this summer, I'm ready to welcome you with hungry arms, and more. If it gets too much for you, you can always go back home again. I'm too selfish to try and keep you away any longer. I want to see you as bad as you want to see me.
I guess I better sign off. You won't get a letter for tomorrow 'cause I'll be out in the woods. I haven't answered your letters at all yet. They'll have to wait until Sat I guess.
Night, sweetheart. I love you so much I could squeeze you to a pulp if you were close enough to squeeze. I'm sending all the love I can in these letters. I've got so much I have to get rid of some of it somehow. I loves my one and only wife.
Night gorgeous.
Your one & only sgt.
Norm.
Thurs. eve.
My one & only wife;
Glad of it too! I love you. Gosh, honey, I've got it bad. Can't even start a letter without telling you I love you in the first line. Damn it, I do love you and you say you like to be told, so I'm telling you. I'll tell you so much you'll get tired of hearing it. At least that is one subject I can always write about. You're so nice and I love you so much I never run out of something to say, even if it is always about the same words. I can't get you out of my mind.
I got three letters from you today. The weekend one and Louise's letter this noon and your Monday one this evening.
Being a very dutiful husband and so much in love with you that I do most anything you suggest I should do. I took a hike over to the hospital and looked Lloyd Phinney up. I found him easily enough. I walked up to his bed and spoke. He looked at me a while and then said he wasn't sure who I was. Knew he had seen me but it took him so by surprise I guess he couldn't think. I'd have been unsure of his identity also, if I hadn't known who I was looking for and what bed he was in. I never did see him more than times and then only in passing.
By this time I guess his folks know the story, but I'll tell it anyhow and let you pass it on. He apparently has a rather bad case of rheumatic fever, not really sick, but sore and stiff as hell in all his joints. The doctors say he will be in bed for possibly another 6 weeks and it might be longer. He looks good and healthy and aside from pain whenever he moves a joint, he feels well. He can use his hands and arms and can even walk to the toilet if he is careful and takes his time. He said he was laid up an entire winter with the same thing, so it's nothing new and no cause for unnecessary alarm to his folks. It will take time to cure. Not much that medicine or doctors can do. They can be assured that he is being well taken care of. Nice ward and good doctor. Ward boys on duty all the time and they do all they can to help. If there had only been a pretty nurse there, preferably a red head, I'd have been tempted to climb into one of the empty beds and take a long rest myself.
We had quite a visit. I guess I was there for at least an hour and a half. He is also a T/4 mechanic so we had something in common to talk about. He is in an antiaircraft outfit. They are scheduled to be in La. for about 3 months. Whenever he is able to leave the hospital, he will undoubtedly get a 21 day sick leave to fully recover before being put back on duty. He talks a lot about this gal of his. Must be serious. I don't think I ever saw her.
He seemed so glad to see me that he invited me to come back again. I promised to do it if I can. That would be hell to have that much time in bed ahead of one. If I can help I'll do what I can. I thought first of writing a note to his folks and then decided not to. They probably know all this by now because he has been writing.
Sounds to me like you had quite a day of it in Akron. Sounds like fun for you. I can't imagine you not buying a pair of shoes. They are kind of a weakness with you. Better buy 'em while you have the cash, honey. If you are in need of a shoe stamp say so. I can get one here and then you can have it.
You're silly. Thinking I might not take a furlough anytime they give me a chance. I'll take one so fast no matter when they offer it. Even if I knew darn well it was during the "red" of the month. I'd take it and come home as fast as I could get there. It's always possible that another chance might not be coming.
You're right. I was rather anxious to get started a year ago and get it over with. I thought then that I might at least be doing some good. Since then I've changed my mind. I still wouldn't do any different, but you can bet I wouldn't be anxious to go. So far it has only been a waste of a year of our life together.
I guess I didn't advertise my feelings very much in the past. I'll try to do better in the future. I think you knew me pretty well anyhow. Better than I knew myself, maybe. You're a smart girl. I like 'em that way. I love you.
As you once told me. I'm all yours to do with as you please. If I'm anyplace, even La. where you can come and see me this summer, I'm ready to welcome you with hungry arms, and more. If it gets too much for you, you can always go back home again. I'm too selfish to try and keep you away any longer. I want to see you as bad as you want to see me.
I guess I better sign off. You won't get a letter for tomorrow 'cause I'll be out in the woods. I haven't answered your letters at all yet. They'll have to wait until Sat I guess.
Night, sweetheart. I love you so much I could squeeze you to a pulp if you were close enough to squeeze. I'm sending all the love I can in these letters. I've got so much I have to get rid of some of it somehow. I loves my one and only wife.
Night gorgeous.
Your one & only sgt.
Norm.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Letter #225 March 8, 1944
Mar. 8, 1944
Wed. eve.
Chubbins, darling;
I guess I fucked up last night when I wrote more than I intended to. I should have saved some of it for tonight. I didn't get a letter today and I don't have much to say. Unless I get an inspiration and get going on something, I'm afraid this letter will be a short flop. There are plenty of things I have meant to write about and didn't get it done. When I want, I can't remember what they are.
I'm getting started a bit earlier tonight. I did read for a while only I quit early. We are getting up at 4:30 so I thought I better go to bed.
I guess they are going to run off this battalion problem that they have been postponing for the past weeks. It will take place Friday and Saturday. I hope they don't change their minds again. Maybe when it's over we will get an idea of what is going to come of all our rumors. I think they will at least hand out some furloughs then.
That problem [if we pass the test] is supposed to be the end of our tank training, at least here. We are to turn in all our vehicles and equipment and be ready to move. Understand, all this is only rumor. If we do turn in our tanks, the chances for a high rate of furloughs is good. Let her go. We might at least get a change for a while.
You may be short some letters because of the problem.
I'm wondering about that Friday letter you didn't get. Like the other one last fall. I don't know what was in it. Only a usual letter and nothing important I imagine. You'll probably get it sometime.
We aren't the only ones having that kind of trouble. Over a month ago, Gebby sent his wife a $100.00 money order and she hasn't gotten it yet. The P.O. is tracing it now. I hear of a lot of similar cases, so I guess we are lucky at that.
Now, what the hell do I write about? I've used up all my news and rumor department material. Should I say, I love you and let it go at that, or should I write a naughty letter or----? Don't think I better get too naughty. Make me homesick. It isn't spring that's bothering us, honey, we're just hurtin to see each other.
I've just been looking at my favorite pictures. The ones in the folder and the ones I put in the billfold. Gosh, sweetheart, you look good. You're beautiful. No wonder I love you so much. Couldn't help it even if I wanted to . I remember when I first started asking you to go out with me. I fully intended you to be only a buddy and companion. Somehow or other, something slipped and I wanted you for more than a buddy. It only took you six months to make me love you and find it out. Remember when I found it out? Put-in-Bay. July 4th weekend 1937. I can still remember Ed saying after we came back that the few days of play did me a lot of good. Thought I had been working too hard and was tired. He didn't know but that wasn't at all the reason. Took more than rest to make me feel all bubbly inside. I was discovering that I was in love with Babe and liked the situation a lot.
It's still the same, honey. A look at you, even if it's only a picture, gives me little thrills and I begin to bubble inside. I can't decide just why you should have so much affect on me. There are plenty of nice things about you, intelligence, looks, sweetness, understanding, faithfulness, generosity, physical attractiveness, and others, lots of them, but none of these things seem to be the whole reason. It must all seem up into the fact that you are you and you are exactly made to specifications to suit me 100%. I sure was head over heels in luck that night I told you I loved you and you grunted your acceptance of the fact and went back to sleep. [or at least acted like you were asleep]. You devil.
That was the only time I can remember when you really disappointed me, honey. I had been thinking about telling you and trying to get enough nerve to do it for quite a spell. I guess I expected a little more reaction than I got.
That vacation week that followed had me going. Then you more than made up for it when I came back. I won't forget that day very quickly either. You acted as glad to see me as you did these times since I've been in the army. That fixed things up in good shape and made a happy boy of me. I still am a happy boy about it, only more than at that time. Since I haven't had you I found out how much more I loved you than I thought. I love you so much, sweetheart.
There, I guess I wrote a letter after all. It is mostly in the past. It's nice remembering the good times we had and will have again in the future. I'm loving you so much sweetheart. You're tops. You're my wife. Night honey. I loves you.
your hubby.
Norm.
Wed. eve.
Chubbins, darling;
I guess I fucked up last night when I wrote more than I intended to. I should have saved some of it for tonight. I didn't get a letter today and I don't have much to say. Unless I get an inspiration and get going on something, I'm afraid this letter will be a short flop. There are plenty of things I have meant to write about and didn't get it done. When I want, I can't remember what they are.
I'm getting started a bit earlier tonight. I did read for a while only I quit early. We are getting up at 4:30 so I thought I better go to bed.
I guess they are going to run off this battalion problem that they have been postponing for the past weeks. It will take place Friday and Saturday. I hope they don't change their minds again. Maybe when it's over we will get an idea of what is going to come of all our rumors. I think they will at least hand out some furloughs then.
That problem [if we pass the test] is supposed to be the end of our tank training, at least here. We are to turn in all our vehicles and equipment and be ready to move. Understand, all this is only rumor. If we do turn in our tanks, the chances for a high rate of furloughs is good. Let her go. We might at least get a change for a while.
You may be short some letters because of the problem.
I'm wondering about that Friday letter you didn't get. Like the other one last fall. I don't know what was in it. Only a usual letter and nothing important I imagine. You'll probably get it sometime.
We aren't the only ones having that kind of trouble. Over a month ago, Gebby sent his wife a $100.00 money order and she hasn't gotten it yet. The P.O. is tracing it now. I hear of a lot of similar cases, so I guess we are lucky at that.
Now, what the hell do I write about? I've used up all my news and rumor department material. Should I say, I love you and let it go at that, or should I write a naughty letter or----? Don't think I better get too naughty. Make me homesick. It isn't spring that's bothering us, honey, we're just hurtin to see each other.
I've just been looking at my favorite pictures. The ones in the folder and the ones I put in the billfold. Gosh, sweetheart, you look good. You're beautiful. No wonder I love you so much. Couldn't help it even if I wanted to . I remember when I first started asking you to go out with me. I fully intended you to be only a buddy and companion. Somehow or other, something slipped and I wanted you for more than a buddy. It only took you six months to make me love you and find it out. Remember when I found it out? Put-in-Bay. July 4th weekend 1937. I can still remember Ed saying after we came back that the few days of play did me a lot of good. Thought I had been working too hard and was tired. He didn't know but that wasn't at all the reason. Took more than rest to make me feel all bubbly inside. I was discovering that I was in love with Babe and liked the situation a lot.
It's still the same, honey. A look at you, even if it's only a picture, gives me little thrills and I begin to bubble inside. I can't decide just why you should have so much affect on me. There are plenty of nice things about you, intelligence, looks, sweetness, understanding, faithfulness, generosity, physical attractiveness, and others, lots of them, but none of these things seem to be the whole reason. It must all seem up into the fact that you are you and you are exactly made to specifications to suit me 100%. I sure was head over heels in luck that night I told you I loved you and you grunted your acceptance of the fact and went back to sleep. [or at least acted like you were asleep]. You devil.
That was the only time I can remember when you really disappointed me, honey. I had been thinking about telling you and trying to get enough nerve to do it for quite a spell. I guess I expected a little more reaction than I got.
That vacation week that followed had me going. Then you more than made up for it when I came back. I won't forget that day very quickly either. You acted as glad to see me as you did these times since I've been in the army. That fixed things up in good shape and made a happy boy of me. I still am a happy boy about it, only more than at that time. Since I haven't had you I found out how much more I loved you than I thought. I love you so much, sweetheart.
There, I guess I wrote a letter after all. It is mostly in the past. It's nice remembering the good times we had and will have again in the future. I'm loving you so much sweetheart. You're tops. You're my wife. Night honey. I loves you.
your hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Letter # 224 March 7, 1944
Mar. 7, 1944
Tues. eve.
My darling wife;
Honey, you're going to have to do something about me, train me better or something. I've gotten into the habit of laying on my bunk and reading until time for lights to go out and then I get around to writing to you. Then I hurry through my letter and don't do you justice. I always was a damn fool when I got started to read. Can't quit and do things I ought. I remember the time I got to reading at home. You'd urge me to come to bed for a while and then give up and go by yourself. Hell of a note, wasn't it? I bet you couldn't go to bed without me now. At least not for a while. You're very nice to go to bed with. It's fun to catch you stooping over, nearly undressed, and "pull" the big, soft things. It's still more fun if I can get undressed first and then get you at the same disadvantage. Can't run when you are taking off your socks or have your panties half off. Boy, what I wouldn't give to have the old days come back right now.
We had fun, didn't we, sweetheart, without realizing it? I guess the saying, "Never miss the water till the well runs dry." is plenty true. Betcha we have a lot of fun making up for it, one of these days.
Just think, honey, some of these days, I'll be home and disrupt your comfortable, undisturbed,
unhampered way of life. I'll be there every morning wanting my breakfast, dinner, and supper, making lots of dirty clothes for you to wash, holes in socks for you to darn, dirt for you to clean up, doing things you don't want me to do, and even causing you to do things you don't want to do, coming to bed, after you've gotten all settled with a book and teasing you so you can't read until you satisfy me and then next morning start the whole thing all over again. Does that sound very attractive? It better damn it, cause it's going to happen. It sounds damn good to me, and it should. Most of the good things are on my side of the ledger.
I can't offer you anything but love baby, but, honey, I've got plenty of that. I'm not forgetting that I've promised to try to turn over a different leaf. I loved you before. This time I'm going to try to tell you as well as show you. I'm selfish there too. I'm remembering what effect you said that would have on you. I do love you, honey. So much it hurts. That can be taken two ways.
Nothing much happening here. They don't know what to do with us and are only trying to keep us busy and kill time. Training shows, classes, retreat, parades, and anything to take up time.
Good thing there isn't much work or we'd be swamped. They are taking up so much of our time with this stuff we don't get much done. You know the army says that a regular system of checks are to be preformed on the vehicles even if not used. The paper work, [records] must look good, regardless of anything.
Mac and the two T/5's have been attending classes, learning to shoot the mortar and rocket gun. That leaves Baker, Brownie and I to do the work.
Hope they make up their minds soon and end this uncertain, rumor filled period. I can well imagine it would be a relief to you as well as us. Poor Babe. This war is hell on the gals back home. Wish I could do something about it for you, but I can't. I sympathize and love you, if that helps any.
Back on the old mail schedule again. No letter on Tues. I'll probably get your weekend one tomorrow. I've got one and part of another yet to answer. Here goes.
"I'm all yours"--- Honey, you don't know how much those three words mean to me. I haven't the ability to tell you either. I still can't understand how I rated so much good luck. That would be enough good luck to last a lifetime. You're swell, honey. I love you. There are a few more words I think a lot of also. Wife - sweetheart - lover. Gosh, honey, they make me want to go out and win this God damned war by myself. I've got a lot to look forward to. Ain't I the lucky guy?
I guess you have all the business and bills under control. Nothing more until my life insurance in July. That you can either pay or send to me - or maybe we'll be together then - I hope.
You never did say that you had plenty of coal. That is the only other thing I can think of.
That little speech of Kelly's about the swearing tickled me. Rather complimentary but misplaced. I must have been largely on my good behavior when he was around. Wait until I get home after talking G.I. language. His "Auntie" saying it wasn't nice also amused me. Wouldn't he be impressed if he heard you cut loose as you can on occasions. Make a good top Sargent envious.
I'm like you, honey. I never gave a thought to telling you I had been using and liking the presents you sent for Christmas. You told me that the things I sent you were entirely satisfactory and I was satisfied with that. I'm glad you really do like them and can use them. I'm dumb when it comes to female things. That's something you'll have to teach me sometime.
The lighter you sent is a dandy. I've been using it when I go on the bivouacs. It attracts a lot of attention from the boys. Most of them never saw one before. I'm the only one can light a cigarette in these open air vehicles when we are moving along. It gets used you can bet. I've been wearing the belt all the time for dress. The dog chain is in reserve for a special occasion. Guess what occasion? I am also saving the billfold your folks gave me for that same occasion. If you remember, it had three places for cards and licenses and etc. Sunday I got it out, and now that we aren't to have identification of any kind on us, I put the windows to another and better use. Bet you can't even guess. If you can't you aren't as egotistical as you should be. I put some pictures of you and our home in them. If we should happen to ship, I don't want all my pictures so I picked out 6 favorites and will have them with me. Yes. One of them is the "titty one", another , the one you used on the Christmas cards, three of you inside the house, and one of the house itself. I'll also carry the folder so you'll be with me no matter where I go. You're my wife and I love you and want you with me.
Did you ever get the auto license I sent?
Our food is still much the same as always. Plain, healthy grub and no frills. Pies and cake a few meals a month, but not much. Ice cream for dinner on Sunday. The navy has the reputation of eating and dressing better than the army.
You're doubting me when I say I won't want to eat before I love you. Go ahead and doubt but don't be surprised if I fool you. Remember! Shall we eat or shall we love? Eating was always last. You aren't the only one with an urge. I doubt if spring has much to do with it. I lay it to being separated too damn long. It is now the longest we have ever been apart since we first started "sparking".
Those "sparkings" sure started a fire didn't they? I'm still hot and the fire burning as fiercely as ever. Steam up and ready for love. Whoopee, sweetheart, look out for that "door" you ran into last summer.
It's getting late, honey, and I need my sleep. I'm run down anyhow. Guess I almost got started on a naughty letter didn't I? I'm a devil. I like my lovin', even if only imaginary.
Night, honey. I'm dreaming myself to sleep thinking of you. Sometimes it gets nearly real---nearly---damn it.
I love you so much my 27 yr. old wifey.
Your adoring hubby.
Norm.
Tues. eve.
My darling wife;
Honey, you're going to have to do something about me, train me better or something. I've gotten into the habit of laying on my bunk and reading until time for lights to go out and then I get around to writing to you. Then I hurry through my letter and don't do you justice. I always was a damn fool when I got started to read. Can't quit and do things I ought. I remember the time I got to reading at home. You'd urge me to come to bed for a while and then give up and go by yourself. Hell of a note, wasn't it? I bet you couldn't go to bed without me now. At least not for a while. You're very nice to go to bed with. It's fun to catch you stooping over, nearly undressed, and "pull" the big, soft things. It's still more fun if I can get undressed first and then get you at the same disadvantage. Can't run when you are taking off your socks or have your panties half off. Boy, what I wouldn't give to have the old days come back right now.
We had fun, didn't we, sweetheart, without realizing it? I guess the saying, "Never miss the water till the well runs dry." is plenty true. Betcha we have a lot of fun making up for it, one of these days.
Just think, honey, some of these days, I'll be home and disrupt your comfortable, undisturbed,
unhampered way of life. I'll be there every morning wanting my breakfast, dinner, and supper, making lots of dirty clothes for you to wash, holes in socks for you to darn, dirt for you to clean up, doing things you don't want me to do, and even causing you to do things you don't want to do, coming to bed, after you've gotten all settled with a book and teasing you so you can't read until you satisfy me and then next morning start the whole thing all over again. Does that sound very attractive? It better damn it, cause it's going to happen. It sounds damn good to me, and it should. Most of the good things are on my side of the ledger.
I can't offer you anything but love baby, but, honey, I've got plenty of that. I'm not forgetting that I've promised to try to turn over a different leaf. I loved you before. This time I'm going to try to tell you as well as show you. I'm selfish there too. I'm remembering what effect you said that would have on you. I do love you, honey. So much it hurts. That can be taken two ways.
Nothing much happening here. They don't know what to do with us and are only trying to keep us busy and kill time. Training shows, classes, retreat, parades, and anything to take up time.
Good thing there isn't much work or we'd be swamped. They are taking up so much of our time with this stuff we don't get much done. You know the army says that a regular system of checks are to be preformed on the vehicles even if not used. The paper work, [records] must look good, regardless of anything.
Mac and the two T/5's have been attending classes, learning to shoot the mortar and rocket gun. That leaves Baker, Brownie and I to do the work.
Hope they make up their minds soon and end this uncertain, rumor filled period. I can well imagine it would be a relief to you as well as us. Poor Babe. This war is hell on the gals back home. Wish I could do something about it for you, but I can't. I sympathize and love you, if that helps any.
Back on the old mail schedule again. No letter on Tues. I'll probably get your weekend one tomorrow. I've got one and part of another yet to answer. Here goes.
"I'm all yours"--- Honey, you don't know how much those three words mean to me. I haven't the ability to tell you either. I still can't understand how I rated so much good luck. That would be enough good luck to last a lifetime. You're swell, honey. I love you. There are a few more words I think a lot of also. Wife - sweetheart - lover. Gosh, honey, they make me want to go out and win this God damned war by myself. I've got a lot to look forward to. Ain't I the lucky guy?
I guess you have all the business and bills under control. Nothing more until my life insurance in July. That you can either pay or send to me - or maybe we'll be together then - I hope.
You never did say that you had plenty of coal. That is the only other thing I can think of.
That little speech of Kelly's about the swearing tickled me. Rather complimentary but misplaced. I must have been largely on my good behavior when he was around. Wait until I get home after talking G.I. language. His "Auntie" saying it wasn't nice also amused me. Wouldn't he be impressed if he heard you cut loose as you can on occasions. Make a good top Sargent envious.
I'm like you, honey. I never gave a thought to telling you I had been using and liking the presents you sent for Christmas. You told me that the things I sent you were entirely satisfactory and I was satisfied with that. I'm glad you really do like them and can use them. I'm dumb when it comes to female things. That's something you'll have to teach me sometime.
The lighter you sent is a dandy. I've been using it when I go on the bivouacs. It attracts a lot of attention from the boys. Most of them never saw one before. I'm the only one can light a cigarette in these open air vehicles when we are moving along. It gets used you can bet. I've been wearing the belt all the time for dress. The dog chain is in reserve for a special occasion. Guess what occasion? I am also saving the billfold your folks gave me for that same occasion. If you remember, it had three places for cards and licenses and etc. Sunday I got it out, and now that we aren't to have identification of any kind on us, I put the windows to another and better use. Bet you can't even guess. If you can't you aren't as egotistical as you should be. I put some pictures of you and our home in them. If we should happen to ship, I don't want all my pictures so I picked out 6 favorites and will have them with me. Yes. One of them is the "titty one", another , the one you used on the Christmas cards, three of you inside the house, and one of the house itself. I'll also carry the folder so you'll be with me no matter where I go. You're my wife and I love you and want you with me.
Did you ever get the auto license I sent?
Our food is still much the same as always. Plain, healthy grub and no frills. Pies and cake a few meals a month, but not much. Ice cream for dinner on Sunday. The navy has the reputation of eating and dressing better than the army.
You're doubting me when I say I won't want to eat before I love you. Go ahead and doubt but don't be surprised if I fool you. Remember! Shall we eat or shall we love? Eating was always last. You aren't the only one with an urge. I doubt if spring has much to do with it. I lay it to being separated too damn long. It is now the longest we have ever been apart since we first started "sparking".
Those "sparkings" sure started a fire didn't they? I'm still hot and the fire burning as fiercely as ever. Steam up and ready for love. Whoopee, sweetheart, look out for that "door" you ran into last summer.
It's getting late, honey, and I need my sleep. I'm run down anyhow. Guess I almost got started on a naughty letter didn't I? I'm a devil. I like my lovin', even if only imaginary.
Night, honey. I'm dreaming myself to sleep thinking of you. Sometimes it gets nearly real---nearly---damn it.
I love you so much my 27 yr. old wifey.
Your adoring hubby.
Norm.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Letter # 223 March 6, 1944
March 6, 1944
Mon. eve.
Hello, Sweetheart;
How's my Tootsie Wuggles tonight? Well, I hope. Hope you've got the nasty old cold licked by now. Have I told you recently that I love you? I do honey, with all my heart. I guess I should add, and body. That usually isn't added in the best literature. This isn't literature and it's true as hell so I'm adding it. It might be possible to love without thought of the physical side, but I can't imagine it.
Seems like it would be comparable to this letter writing. Very nice but somehow rather unsatisfactory at the same time.
I like to love my wifey, every last bit of her and with every last bit of me. No halfway stuff for me. All or nothing. I'm pretty sure you feel the same about it. Judging from your letters and from unforgettable actions, when I was with you I know you feel the same about it. Afraid I'd be a very passive, slow and dull lover if I couldn't be close [or closer than close] to your delicious physical charms.
I love you honey, every last bit of you and everything about you. I'm hungry for you. I guess you know that. Maybe soon I can get my appetite satisfied for a while. I'm hoping, crossing everything, and even praying as hard as I can. I'm lovesick, honey, but in other ways I'm perfectly normal. I'm just ready for that 4th honeymoon.
Nothing much of interest to tell you today. We had a regular day at the garage fixing tank ailments. This eve, I went to the basketball game, last of the season. Our boys won it 23-27 and with it the championship of the camp. Guess they must have been pretty good at that. That's the second time this season. They did the same at North Camp.
Brownie, Mac, and the rest of the boys all came back somewhat the worse for wear and tear and walked around in a daze most of the day. They must not have slept all weekend. Remember the old days when we were young and crazy. Drinking party all night and go someplace all next day. I wonder if I looked as bad the next day as these fellows do. The original "sad sacks".
I got two letters again today, your Thurs & Fri ones. Puts me up to date again. The service has been much better with regular mail so far. They can't seem to get them here every day as they are written, but at least they don't miss 4 & 5 days in a row.
Honey, you seem to be worrying too much about what you call your "sketchy notes". They aren't that at all. They are very nice letters and I love 'em all. It isn't so much how long a letter you write or what you say. I just want to hear from you. These letters take the place, by necessity, of talking to you and when we talk, we talk about the things that come up day by day. I like to know all the things you tell me. I'm interested in 'em all. Now does that satisfy you and put your mind at rest? I mean it too. I'm not just being nice.
It could be that you should always listen to daddy, but I'm not sure of it. You are doing a very good job of getting along without daddy. You're a very capable gal and I'm proud of you. I love you too.
Have a good time in Akron, honey, and you might even celebrate your birthday and buy yourself a present. You can imagine it's from me to you. If you see anything you want , get it and I'll buy it for you.
Darn you honey, don't you go starving yourself or anything like that, just to have that 100 bucks a month. It isn't that necessary. I have a few dollars and you can always earn more any time you need it. If you do get a chance to be with me this summer and we go broke you could always get a part time job to help out. You know what you can do and it's up to you, but be as sensible with that as you have been in all other ways. I want you to have all the fun and things you can and want. I love you, you know.
I know about the reappraisal in the county from the Gazette. Don't worry about it. They will get it straightened out after bit and let you pay the taxes.
Seems you have been very fortunate with your government checks. Some complain that they are missed every so often and then they double up the next month.
Honey, I think I'll let you handle all the money when I get home again. You seem to be doing very well at it. Another good mark for you. You must be just naturally good at anything. Perfect as a wife, sweetheart, and more than that as a lover. $423.00 in the bank. More than we ever had. At that rate, we'll be rich soon. You've a right to be proud of yourself. I am. Very proud of you.
I think this was a very nice letter. I want to know things like that. It's all part of you and us. You keep on putting down all that comes out. I like it.
You keep on hoping for that long distance call or telegram or something and maybe it will come. Wish I could send it right now.
I haven't finished answering your letters but I'm going to save the rest for tomorrow. Night, honey. I'm loving you so much. You're my wife, my sweetheart, my lover, my inspiration. I love you.
Happy birthday, honey. I'm sending a lot of hugs & kisses and everything.
your lover
Norm.
Mon. eve.
Hello, Sweetheart;
How's my Tootsie Wuggles tonight? Well, I hope. Hope you've got the nasty old cold licked by now. Have I told you recently that I love you? I do honey, with all my heart. I guess I should add, and body. That usually isn't added in the best literature. This isn't literature and it's true as hell so I'm adding it. It might be possible to love without thought of the physical side, but I can't imagine it.
Seems like it would be comparable to this letter writing. Very nice but somehow rather unsatisfactory at the same time.
I like to love my wifey, every last bit of her and with every last bit of me. No halfway stuff for me. All or nothing. I'm pretty sure you feel the same about it. Judging from your letters and from unforgettable actions, when I was with you I know you feel the same about it. Afraid I'd be a very passive, slow and dull lover if I couldn't be close [or closer than close] to your delicious physical charms.
I love you honey, every last bit of you and everything about you. I'm hungry for you. I guess you know that. Maybe soon I can get my appetite satisfied for a while. I'm hoping, crossing everything, and even praying as hard as I can. I'm lovesick, honey, but in other ways I'm perfectly normal. I'm just ready for that 4th honeymoon.
Nothing much of interest to tell you today. We had a regular day at the garage fixing tank ailments. This eve, I went to the basketball game, last of the season. Our boys won it 23-27 and with it the championship of the camp. Guess they must have been pretty good at that. That's the second time this season. They did the same at North Camp.
Brownie, Mac, and the rest of the boys all came back somewhat the worse for wear and tear and walked around in a daze most of the day. They must not have slept all weekend. Remember the old days when we were young and crazy. Drinking party all night and go someplace all next day. I wonder if I looked as bad the next day as these fellows do. The original "sad sacks".
I got two letters again today, your Thurs & Fri ones. Puts me up to date again. The service has been much better with regular mail so far. They can't seem to get them here every day as they are written, but at least they don't miss 4 & 5 days in a row.
Honey, you seem to be worrying too much about what you call your "sketchy notes". They aren't that at all. They are very nice letters and I love 'em all. It isn't so much how long a letter you write or what you say. I just want to hear from you. These letters take the place, by necessity, of talking to you and when we talk, we talk about the things that come up day by day. I like to know all the things you tell me. I'm interested in 'em all. Now does that satisfy you and put your mind at rest? I mean it too. I'm not just being nice.
It could be that you should always listen to daddy, but I'm not sure of it. You are doing a very good job of getting along without daddy. You're a very capable gal and I'm proud of you. I love you too.
Have a good time in Akron, honey, and you might even celebrate your birthday and buy yourself a present. You can imagine it's from me to you. If you see anything you want , get it and I'll buy it for you.
Darn you honey, don't you go starving yourself or anything like that, just to have that 100 bucks a month. It isn't that necessary. I have a few dollars and you can always earn more any time you need it. If you do get a chance to be with me this summer and we go broke you could always get a part time job to help out. You know what you can do and it's up to you, but be as sensible with that as you have been in all other ways. I want you to have all the fun and things you can and want. I love you, you know.
I know about the reappraisal in the county from the Gazette. Don't worry about it. They will get it straightened out after bit and let you pay the taxes.
Seems you have been very fortunate with your government checks. Some complain that they are missed every so often and then they double up the next month.
Honey, I think I'll let you handle all the money when I get home again. You seem to be doing very well at it. Another good mark for you. You must be just naturally good at anything. Perfect as a wife, sweetheart, and more than that as a lover. $423.00 in the bank. More than we ever had. At that rate, we'll be rich soon. You've a right to be proud of yourself. I am. Very proud of you.
I think this was a very nice letter. I want to know things like that. It's all part of you and us. You keep on putting down all that comes out. I like it.
You keep on hoping for that long distance call or telegram or something and maybe it will come. Wish I could send it right now.
I haven't finished answering your letters but I'm going to save the rest for tomorrow. Night, honey. I'm loving you so much. You're my wife, my sweetheart, my lover, my inspiration. I love you.
Happy birthday, honey. I'm sending a lot of hugs & kisses and everything.
your lover
Norm.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Letter # 222 March 5, 1944
Mar 5, 1944
Sun. morn.
Hello. My loving wife;
I'm starting this before mail call and dinner. I may play ball this afternoon and I've also got a book I'm trying to read. That's another activity I've recently taken up again. since we've not been working so hard, I've been staying up later and doing a little reading. There are usually a good supply of pocket editions, magazines, and Wild West books in the trash box and when I have time I take my pick. It isn't very high class, but you know me. I'm not very high class in my taste of reading material, especially not now. I just want a little entertainment. This evening I expect, Gebby, Baker and I will go to the show again. Baker says that is standard operating procedure these days. Since we got our drag and can get in without so much trouble, it's nice to go.
Baker doesn't really look like that crazy picture I sent home. He is a bit of a "dandy" but really not at all effeminate. Good fellow. 21 yrs old, red headed, freckled, blue eyed, med size. and good build. He's from Kansas, very near Kansas City. His father is an oil well driller and he helped when he wasn't driving truck. He did that quite a bit. So you should have a better understanding of him. You like truck drivers. He's somewhat of a jitterbug. Played drums in a local American Legion band and also a dance band. Says he liked to dance too well himself to do much playing. He also likes roller skating and is a good ball player. He's the third T/4 in the mechanics. He was at Fort Knox the same time I was, but for wheel vehicles so I didn't know him then. He's a bit girl crazy, [but who down here isn't] and I imagine a wolf even in civilian life. You'd like him. He stays in with us old bachelors. Says he doesn't see much worth going out for, down here. He's got a gal back home. Maybe that is the reason.
Gebhardt is older, 26 I think, married and is satisfied with his wife as I with mine. From her picture, she is a sensible, good looking gal.
Gebby is a 6 footer and weighs the same as I. Dark headed, blue eyed, good looking fellow. Lives in Kansas City and used to be radio and parts man in a Chevrolet garage. He is T/4 radio mechanic here. He also was at Knox. Went a couple weeks ahead of me and left that much sooner. I saw him a few times up there. He was in my company in the old 80th. Intelligent, good natured, easy going fellow. Good company. The three of us usually stay in camp all the time. Baker and I sleep upper and lower in the same bunk and Gebby is upper next to me, so we have become steady pals and usually go together when we do go places.
Gebby's wife is apparently independent like my wife, and she is keeping their apartment. Staying by herself part of the time and part of the time another war widow stays with her. She has some sort of secretarial job and from what Gebby says is making more money than he did. Sounds a lot like us doesn't it?
She has been down to Shrevesport twice when he had 3 day passes. It's only about a 10 hour trip from Kansas City to Shreve and as often as he can get the passes he can see her. We would too if you were that close.
Today is another beautiful summer day. I've just stripped to my shorts and am laying here in the warm breeze of an open window, writing to my honey.
No ball game today. Not enough men in camp to play. This was pay day week and they are all out "hunting."
Brownie, Mac, and all the rest are gone. As Brownie says, to find some meat for his tiger. Mine is hungry too, but I don't think he'll starve. He'll get well fed up again one of these days and he won't be "stealing" his meat either. It's his and he doesn't want any other.
I didn't get a letter today but I still have some of your Wed one left to answer.
You say you haven't even seen a truck driver [damn it] since I was home. Must be you really convinced them you were happily married and weren't open for any prospects even though you are man hungry. That's good honey. I couldn't blame you if you did step out. I know how you feel but I'm sure glad you don't. It's very satisfactory to me to know my wife belongs to me and is waiting for me. I'm probably selfish but I love you so much I'm selfish and jealous both.
I'm glad to hear the drive is holding up in good shape. I rather though it would unless it got unusually wet. That's another thing you won't have to worry about. You're getting along swell all by yourself. I'm proud of my wifey. She's an unusual girl. I love her.
As the song goes. I wish I could seal myself up inside this letter and when you opened it , I'd jump out and kiss you as you never were kissed before. The same goes for loving and everything.
Bye for today sweetheart. I'm missing you a hell of a lot. Loving you more and more all the time too. I'll be ready to bust by the time I see you. Don't squeeze too hard right at first honey, or I might explode. Happy birthday you gorgeous old thing. I'm loving you.
your loving sgt.
Norm.
Sun. morn.
Hello. My loving wife;
I'm starting this before mail call and dinner. I may play ball this afternoon and I've also got a book I'm trying to read. That's another activity I've recently taken up again. since we've not been working so hard, I've been staying up later and doing a little reading. There are usually a good supply of pocket editions, magazines, and Wild West books in the trash box and when I have time I take my pick. It isn't very high class, but you know me. I'm not very high class in my taste of reading material, especially not now. I just want a little entertainment. This evening I expect, Gebby, Baker and I will go to the show again. Baker says that is standard operating procedure these days. Since we got our drag and can get in without so much trouble, it's nice to go.
Baker doesn't really look like that crazy picture I sent home. He is a bit of a "dandy" but really not at all effeminate. Good fellow. 21 yrs old, red headed, freckled, blue eyed, med size. and good build. He's from Kansas, very near Kansas City. His father is an oil well driller and he helped when he wasn't driving truck. He did that quite a bit. So you should have a better understanding of him. You like truck drivers. He's somewhat of a jitterbug. Played drums in a local American Legion band and also a dance band. Says he liked to dance too well himself to do much playing. He also likes roller skating and is a good ball player. He's the third T/4 in the mechanics. He was at Fort Knox the same time I was, but for wheel vehicles so I didn't know him then. He's a bit girl crazy, [but who down here isn't] and I imagine a wolf even in civilian life. You'd like him. He stays in with us old bachelors. Says he doesn't see much worth going out for, down here. He's got a gal back home. Maybe that is the reason.
Gebhardt is older, 26 I think, married and is satisfied with his wife as I with mine. From her picture, she is a sensible, good looking gal.
Gebby is a 6 footer and weighs the same as I. Dark headed, blue eyed, good looking fellow. Lives in Kansas City and used to be radio and parts man in a Chevrolet garage. He is T/4 radio mechanic here. He also was at Knox. Went a couple weeks ahead of me and left that much sooner. I saw him a few times up there. He was in my company in the old 80th. Intelligent, good natured, easy going fellow. Good company. The three of us usually stay in camp all the time. Baker and I sleep upper and lower in the same bunk and Gebby is upper next to me, so we have become steady pals and usually go together when we do go places.
Gebby's wife is apparently independent like my wife, and she is keeping their apartment. Staying by herself part of the time and part of the time another war widow stays with her. She has some sort of secretarial job and from what Gebby says is making more money than he did. Sounds a lot like us doesn't it?
She has been down to Shrevesport twice when he had 3 day passes. It's only about a 10 hour trip from Kansas City to Shreve and as often as he can get the passes he can see her. We would too if you were that close.
Today is another beautiful summer day. I've just stripped to my shorts and am laying here in the warm breeze of an open window, writing to my honey.
No ball game today. Not enough men in camp to play. This was pay day week and they are all out "hunting."
Brownie, Mac, and all the rest are gone. As Brownie says, to find some meat for his tiger. Mine is hungry too, but I don't think he'll starve. He'll get well fed up again one of these days and he won't be "stealing" his meat either. It's his and he doesn't want any other.
I didn't get a letter today but I still have some of your Wed one left to answer.
You say you haven't even seen a truck driver [damn it] since I was home. Must be you really convinced them you were happily married and weren't open for any prospects even though you are man hungry. That's good honey. I couldn't blame you if you did step out. I know how you feel but I'm sure glad you don't. It's very satisfactory to me to know my wife belongs to me and is waiting for me. I'm probably selfish but I love you so much I'm selfish and jealous both.
I'm glad to hear the drive is holding up in good shape. I rather though it would unless it got unusually wet. That's another thing you won't have to worry about. You're getting along swell all by yourself. I'm proud of my wifey. She's an unusual girl. I love her.
As the song goes. I wish I could seal myself up inside this letter and when you opened it , I'd jump out and kiss you as you never were kissed before. The same goes for loving and everything.
Bye for today sweetheart. I'm missing you a hell of a lot. Loving you more and more all the time too. I'll be ready to bust by the time I see you. Don't squeeze too hard right at first honey, or I might explode. Happy birthday you gorgeous old thing. I'm loving you.
your loving sgt.
Norm.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Letter # 221 March 4, 1944
Mar. 4, 1944
Sat. eve.
Darling;
I don't know how this letter is going to turn out. There is a poker game going on here beside me and it's rather distracting. Too much noise. I can't concentrate on my writing and that is one thing I have to do if I write a decent letter.
We didn't do too much work today. First thing this morning we went on the firing range to fire a new gun the army has out. It's a 45 cal. and built to take the place of the sub machine gun. Damndest looking thing, for a gun, I ever saw. It looks more like a grease gun than a weapon. Very small and compact, built especially for tankers. Has no stock like guns we know. Only a wire stock that slides up along the gun when not being fired. Open battle sights, only good enough to sight in the general direction, like a shot gun sight. Fired at bobbing, half size man targets at close range, 50 yards. I made 19 hits out of 25 shots. Not good and not bad. I imagine it is a good combat gun. Full automatic, firing about 500 shots a minute.
The rest of the day we spent cleaning the shop and etc. Were off at 3 and, strange as it seems, are off tomorrow also. That makes 3 weekends in a row. Can't believe it. First time that has happeded since I've been in this outfit.
I went to the post office and mailed your birthday present. Hope you can use them. I'm doubtful. Anyhow I'm wishing you a very happy birthday. 27 yrs. old already and still a girl of 20 in looks and actions. In fact, as I remember you at 20, you are much prettier now than you were then. Nicer in lots of other ways too. I'm in love with you and wish I could be with you to celebrate. Guess we'll have to put it off until your 28th birthday. I won't forget that you expect to collect double either. If I can't pay off in one way, maybe I can in another. You're sweet honey. I love you so much.
I got your Tues. and Wed. letters today. One this noon and one tonight. That puts them back on the fastest schedule we ever had, air mail or otherwise. Guess that proves the air mail was a waste of money.
I'll answer your letters now. I'll probably get another tomorrow to answer then.
Too bad about Gilbert Combs. I always rather liked him. We did quite a bit of work for him. Things like that are bound to happen I guess. I was reading some figures the other day on casualties in the armed forces, taken as a whole, in battle and in camp, as compared to those in civilian life, and the figures are surprising. The percentage is only slightly higher in the armed forces. As you said, there is no "safe" place.
You hadn't told me Kenny Kirk was home and I didn't know it either. I haven't seen or heard a thing of him since last June. I guess he is still with the 8th. They are on maneuvers in this area now. Have been for a month. They expect to finish about the first of April. Must be the 8th is giving furloughs right through maneuvers. It isn't unusual in some outfits.
Go ahead and get tight and have all the fun you want to. I do when I get a chance and feel like it. Just so you save a little of the old spark for me when I come home. I'll be ready for it I bet. You old devil, you know darn well you wouldn't do anything I wouldn't approve of. I've got a very swell and loyal wife. Never worried a minute about what you might do. Some fellows say their wives are always doing something they don't like. No trouble like that in my life. She usually does exactly as I want her to. She's sweet and I love her so much.
I see I'm not the only one that can't do much writing after a party. I don't blame you. I know how you feel. When you don't feel like writing, don't do it.
I'm certain I wrote you a letter on Fri. Maybe by this time you have it or maybe it will be like one other. Came 6 weeks later--Remember? I always tell you when I miss writing so you will know.
Glad you heard from Louise. She was very prompt this time. Maybe if she did write you a letter before that one, that might explain a little that one. She might have been peeved that you didn't answer.
I sure would be glad to help Pop get his sugar house built and also help as much as I could with the rest. I always did like that job. Like the syrup too.
There are a lot of things being left to the future and lots of them aren't work of any kind either. Know what I mean? I mean loving --- you and I going to take a long time to catch up on all the things we've been unable to do.
You're sweet to say I didn't need to get you a birthday present, but you know darn well you'd have been at least a little disappointed if I hadn't. After all you've done for me I'd be letting you down, wouldn't I?
I had a little more than an impersonnal interest in the room hunting, if the truth be told. I might still be here in June----get me? I even told the landlady I might be a prospect if the army didn't move me before summer. She said to let her know in advance and it might be possible. I'm "busting buttons" too. Have been for some time, but if we don't get a break, I guess we can stand it somehow. At least it's way past half the time gone and we're still living and yearning----but plenty.
The interference is getting the better of me. Night sweetheart. I love you. You're my sweet wife, whose having her 27th birthday and getting nicer and sweeter every day. I loves you Chubbins.
your soldier.
Norm.
Sat. eve.
Darling;
I don't know how this letter is going to turn out. There is a poker game going on here beside me and it's rather distracting. Too much noise. I can't concentrate on my writing and that is one thing I have to do if I write a decent letter.
We didn't do too much work today. First thing this morning we went on the firing range to fire a new gun the army has out. It's a 45 cal. and built to take the place of the sub machine gun. Damndest looking thing, for a gun, I ever saw. It looks more like a grease gun than a weapon. Very small and compact, built especially for tankers. Has no stock like guns we know. Only a wire stock that slides up along the gun when not being fired. Open battle sights, only good enough to sight in the general direction, like a shot gun sight. Fired at bobbing, half size man targets at close range, 50 yards. I made 19 hits out of 25 shots. Not good and not bad. I imagine it is a good combat gun. Full automatic, firing about 500 shots a minute.
The rest of the day we spent cleaning the shop and etc. Were off at 3 and, strange as it seems, are off tomorrow also. That makes 3 weekends in a row. Can't believe it. First time that has happeded since I've been in this outfit.
I went to the post office and mailed your birthday present. Hope you can use them. I'm doubtful. Anyhow I'm wishing you a very happy birthday. 27 yrs. old already and still a girl of 20 in looks and actions. In fact, as I remember you at 20, you are much prettier now than you were then. Nicer in lots of other ways too. I'm in love with you and wish I could be with you to celebrate. Guess we'll have to put it off until your 28th birthday. I won't forget that you expect to collect double either. If I can't pay off in one way, maybe I can in another. You're sweet honey. I love you so much.
I got your Tues. and Wed. letters today. One this noon and one tonight. That puts them back on the fastest schedule we ever had, air mail or otherwise. Guess that proves the air mail was a waste of money.
I'll answer your letters now. I'll probably get another tomorrow to answer then.
Too bad about Gilbert Combs. I always rather liked him. We did quite a bit of work for him. Things like that are bound to happen I guess. I was reading some figures the other day on casualties in the armed forces, taken as a whole, in battle and in camp, as compared to those in civilian life, and the figures are surprising. The percentage is only slightly higher in the armed forces. As you said, there is no "safe" place.
You hadn't told me Kenny Kirk was home and I didn't know it either. I haven't seen or heard a thing of him since last June. I guess he is still with the 8th. They are on maneuvers in this area now. Have been for a month. They expect to finish about the first of April. Must be the 8th is giving furloughs right through maneuvers. It isn't unusual in some outfits.
Go ahead and get tight and have all the fun you want to. I do when I get a chance and feel like it. Just so you save a little of the old spark for me when I come home. I'll be ready for it I bet. You old devil, you know darn well you wouldn't do anything I wouldn't approve of. I've got a very swell and loyal wife. Never worried a minute about what you might do. Some fellows say their wives are always doing something they don't like. No trouble like that in my life. She usually does exactly as I want her to. She's sweet and I love her so much.
I see I'm not the only one that can't do much writing after a party. I don't blame you. I know how you feel. When you don't feel like writing, don't do it.
I'm certain I wrote you a letter on Fri. Maybe by this time you have it or maybe it will be like one other. Came 6 weeks later--Remember? I always tell you when I miss writing so you will know.
Glad you heard from Louise. She was very prompt this time. Maybe if she did write you a letter before that one, that might explain a little that one. She might have been peeved that you didn't answer.
I sure would be glad to help Pop get his sugar house built and also help as much as I could with the rest. I always did like that job. Like the syrup too.
There are a lot of things being left to the future and lots of them aren't work of any kind either. Know what I mean? I mean loving --- you and I going to take a long time to catch up on all the things we've been unable to do.
You're sweet to say I didn't need to get you a birthday present, but you know darn well you'd have been at least a little disappointed if I hadn't. After all you've done for me I'd be letting you down, wouldn't I?
I had a little more than an impersonnal interest in the room hunting, if the truth be told. I might still be here in June----get me? I even told the landlady I might be a prospect if the army didn't move me before summer. She said to let her know in advance and it might be possible. I'm "busting buttons" too. Have been for some time, but if we don't get a break, I guess we can stand it somehow. At least it's way past half the time gone and we're still living and yearning----but plenty.
The interference is getting the better of me. Night sweetheart. I love you. You're my sweet wife, whose having her 27th birthday and getting nicer and sweeter every day. I loves you Chubbins.
your soldier.
Norm.
Letter # 220 March 3, 1944
March 3, 1944
Fri. eve.
Sweetheart;
Don't have much news from here to talk about. A regular day at the shop. Called us off early to see a picture on first aid and then we were done. Also called us up early this morning to get our "booster" typhoid shot. Most of the boys are not using their left arm tonight. That's why I'm glad they don't affect me much. My arm is only slightly sore.
The latest rumor is. We are going on 3 weeks maneuvers next week. I wouldn't be too surprised if we did, but not so soon. Maybe by the first of April. Let the country dry out a bit. I think they would be rather fun. Only trouble they would stop furloughs again. Anything that does that I'm not in favor of at all. I'd sure like to get home and see my wifey for a few days. It's hard to leave again but seeing you for only a short time is worth a lot to me. I miss you, you old devil, I love you.
I didn't answer your weekend letter very thoroughly and got your Monday one today, so I guess I'll do that now.
By now Ed & Betty are probably settled in their new home. I hope they like it and the job turns out to Ed's liking. I imagine it's a little far from home for Ed, but he should be used to that by now.
Don't you be wearing that pretty black & white dress out. I want to see you in it. I can imagine how it looks but I want to see. I don't care about seeing you in it when I first come home. I like you in a bathrobe too, but you always did look so nice in black. At least, that is my opinion.
I'm sorry I can't write you the news you want to hear and let your passion start really boiling. I think I could take care of you for a while. I'm kinda boiling with pent up love too. I've just been counting the months on the calendar. Do you realize that when this Wed. comes it will be exactly as long since I've seen you as it was the first time? Boy, when I think how we loved that time in Ky and then think that we haven't been caught up for a year. I wonder how we'll act this time. We got something to look forward to and I don't mean maybe.
I didn't know Jack Thomas had enlisted. When I talked to him last he was going to stay out as long as possible. I guess he and his wife didn't get on too well and he probably did it after a scrap.
I'm glad you found the La map. I know I left it home even if I was wrong about the place. I can't always be right. I don't know what you're talking about when you say I didn't know what I was doing when I was home. I must have known because I remember nearly everything we did. I'll never forget it honey. It was one of the best two weeks I ever spent. We did a little work and a little going, but mostly we were loving. I'm looking forward to another time like it. If it doesn't come before this business is over, we'll have it after I get home for good. Take a couple weeks, live on my wife's money and spend the time loving and getting acquainted again. How's that sound?
I don't need any more dog chains or anything. I haven't been wearing them at all. Carry them in my pocket, so I haven't used the one you sent me yet. Saving it for a special occasion.
McDonnell is the fellow I refer to as Mac. He's the fellow that was T/4 when I came back. The one we had to go out and get a couple months ago. Remember?
Don't worry sweetheart, all my real stepping is yours as long as you want it. I'm as much in need of some "stepping" as you are. As long as you can save yourself for me, I sure as hell can save myself for you. Beside that I'm very dubious about anyone being able to please me very much. You're the best ever came down the road.
I'm going to remember that you are expecting to collect double on your birthday when you see me again. I'll even try to make it triple and you better be ready to accept.
Honey, I'm ready for you to be my teacher again, anytime. I promise to be a very willing and apt pupil, but one thing I will insist on is a place very close to my teacher. I've had enough of long distance stuff. I like to be able to pet you and kiss you and everything. I love you. You won't need to keep me under lock and key. You'll need a pry to get me away from you.
I won't make it too much of a surprise when I come home again. You'll know I'm coming if there is any way to let you know. That would be quite a shock to just drop in when you thought I was down in La. yet.
That last sentence of yours, "Come on home honey, I'm waiting for you." ----- is almost too much. Damn near make me go "over the hill." From past experience I know what that means. I can hardly contain myself. "You're so nice to come home to." Honey, my imagination gets away from me. Out of control and in a tailspin. I'm very much in love with you.
Night honey, I'm going to my lonely bed now. The bed's all right only I don't do anything but sleep in it and all alone. Not my idea of what a bed is made for. Not any more. Since I've known you I've found a better use for it.
I love my gorgeous wifey so much.
Your hubby
Norm.
Fri. eve.
Sweetheart;
Don't have much news from here to talk about. A regular day at the shop. Called us off early to see a picture on first aid and then we were done. Also called us up early this morning to get our "booster" typhoid shot. Most of the boys are not using their left arm tonight. That's why I'm glad they don't affect me much. My arm is only slightly sore.
The latest rumor is. We are going on 3 weeks maneuvers next week. I wouldn't be too surprised if we did, but not so soon. Maybe by the first of April. Let the country dry out a bit. I think they would be rather fun. Only trouble they would stop furloughs again. Anything that does that I'm not in favor of at all. I'd sure like to get home and see my wifey for a few days. It's hard to leave again but seeing you for only a short time is worth a lot to me. I miss you, you old devil, I love you.
I didn't answer your weekend letter very thoroughly and got your Monday one today, so I guess I'll do that now.
By now Ed & Betty are probably settled in their new home. I hope they like it and the job turns out to Ed's liking. I imagine it's a little far from home for Ed, but he should be used to that by now.
Don't you be wearing that pretty black & white dress out. I want to see you in it. I can imagine how it looks but I want to see. I don't care about seeing you in it when I first come home. I like you in a bathrobe too, but you always did look so nice in black. At least, that is my opinion.
I'm sorry I can't write you the news you want to hear and let your passion start really boiling. I think I could take care of you for a while. I'm kinda boiling with pent up love too. I've just been counting the months on the calendar. Do you realize that when this Wed. comes it will be exactly as long since I've seen you as it was the first time? Boy, when I think how we loved that time in Ky and then think that we haven't been caught up for a year. I wonder how we'll act this time. We got something to look forward to and I don't mean maybe.
I didn't know Jack Thomas had enlisted. When I talked to him last he was going to stay out as long as possible. I guess he and his wife didn't get on too well and he probably did it after a scrap.
I'm glad you found the La map. I know I left it home even if I was wrong about the place. I can't always be right. I don't know what you're talking about when you say I didn't know what I was doing when I was home. I must have known because I remember nearly everything we did. I'll never forget it honey. It was one of the best two weeks I ever spent. We did a little work and a little going, but mostly we were loving. I'm looking forward to another time like it. If it doesn't come before this business is over, we'll have it after I get home for good. Take a couple weeks, live on my wife's money and spend the time loving and getting acquainted again. How's that sound?
I don't need any more dog chains or anything. I haven't been wearing them at all. Carry them in my pocket, so I haven't used the one you sent me yet. Saving it for a special occasion.
McDonnell is the fellow I refer to as Mac. He's the fellow that was T/4 when I came back. The one we had to go out and get a couple months ago. Remember?
Don't worry sweetheart, all my real stepping is yours as long as you want it. I'm as much in need of some "stepping" as you are. As long as you can save yourself for me, I sure as hell can save myself for you. Beside that I'm very dubious about anyone being able to please me very much. You're the best ever came down the road.
I'm going to remember that you are expecting to collect double on your birthday when you see me again. I'll even try to make it triple and you better be ready to accept.
Honey, I'm ready for you to be my teacher again, anytime. I promise to be a very willing and apt pupil, but one thing I will insist on is a place very close to my teacher. I've had enough of long distance stuff. I like to be able to pet you and kiss you and everything. I love you. You won't need to keep me under lock and key. You'll need a pry to get me away from you.
I won't make it too much of a surprise when I come home again. You'll know I'm coming if there is any way to let you know. That would be quite a shock to just drop in when you thought I was down in La. yet.
That last sentence of yours, "Come on home honey, I'm waiting for you." ----- is almost too much. Damn near make me go "over the hill." From past experience I know what that means. I can hardly contain myself. "You're so nice to come home to." Honey, my imagination gets away from me. Out of control and in a tailspin. I'm very much in love with you.
Night honey, I'm going to my lonely bed now. The bed's all right only I don't do anything but sleep in it and all alone. Not my idea of what a bed is made for. Not any more. Since I've known you I've found a better use for it.
I love my gorgeous wifey so much.
Your hubby
Norm.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Letter # 219 March 2, 1944
March 2, 1944
Thurs. eve.
My neglected Sweetheart;
I am sorry but I didn't get a chance to write either Tues or Wed eve. That's the worst I've done for some time. This time I wasn't lazy or "fucking off ". I was busy.
I guess I told you we were going to the field Tues. and come in Wed. We came in Wed alright, but with only a very few minutes to spare. Worst time we ever had in the field. It wasn't so much mechanical work, although there was a little of that, it was getting stuck. I never saw so much mud in my life in a place that looked nice and dry. There is a top crust about a foot thick that is dry and will carry a tank as long as it's moving fast but let it slow down or stop and blooie, she goes right down. There is apparently no bottom then. Just soft mud about the consistency of cow shit.
We went out about 50 miles and had no trouble with anything but the half track. [That old girl is just about shot] They pulled the tanks off the road into the bivouac area and then the fun began. Tanks stuck everyplace. By the time we got them all on top again it was dark. By the time we finished our mechanical checking and inspection it was midnight. Had the whole crew too, even Brownie. The cooks gave us a big pot of hot coffee and some cookies for a snack before we crawled in our bedrolls.
We had stopped at a little country store on the way and had some cakes and cookies of our own. Since we have become acquainted with the country we usually manage to drop back out of the column and stop at these country stores and get a coke or something to eat. Newberger & Brownie bought pickled pigs feet and a loaf of bread. The damn things look like hell, but don't taste so bad.
These stores remind me of Poe grocery. Small general stores with a surprisingly complete stock of everything from gasoline to flower seeds. Seems funny, not a house in sight and these stores there all by themselves. There are cabins and shanties around but they are off the road, back in the bush.
When we got up the next morning we thought we had been sabotaged.
Several of the tanks were down four feet and when we parked them they were on what seemed to be solid ground. The crust broke and they settled down.
We started the problem and in a few minutes it was all over. Every tank in the battalion was stuck. Some got a couple miles and others only a few feet. From then [it was 8 A.M.] we worked until 2 that afternoon getting them all back on the road. Build a log road, get one out and try to pull another. Get it pulled and stick the one doing the pulling. It's slow work but we finally built enough log road to get to get them all back on the road again. Broke up most of our tow cables and chains in the bargain. Thought we were going to cut all the timber in La. to make roads. I did more chopping than I've done in a long time.
We were all set to get in, in decent time and then one of the boys ditched his tank to avoid a wreck with another. Took us until nearly midnight to get him out. Boy, what a day. We were all dead tired. Today we were repairing the damages and have plenty left for a few more day's work.
I haven't had a chance to mail your birthday present yet. I'll get it done by Sat. and I guess that will be plenty of time. The army was selling subscriptions to Yank the other day and they can be sent to any address. I bought you a year subscription and it will come direct to you. You can consider it a sort of birthday present. Be sure and tell me when you start getting it. Probably will be several weeks.
I got your Sat & Sun letter right on time [yesterday] but I didn't get any today.
I'll answer this one now. I wish I could have walked around our plantation, as you call it, with you. The first warm days always feel so good. I bet I would have been out looking around at all our things too, if I had been there. The sap business sounds good too. That was one of the last jobs I did before I left last year.
Gosh honey, it's getting close to a year already. In fact, it's exactly a year ago today that I got my notice to report for examination. That was the beginning of the end for us for a while. I hope by this time next year we've forgotten all about it and are back living and loving together again. That's what I want right now.
So you got the picture. I expect you have the explanation by now and know you were wrong on your guess of identity. The bright lights glaring directly in our eyes was the fault of most of it I guess. I thought it was funny.
Well sweetheart, this isn't much of a letter after missing two in a row but I'm a little off the beam tonight. I'll get to writing a love letter again one of these days. This Sat-Sun letter of yours was a dandy. You're doing very well with long distance loving. The words are the right ones, but I sure wish I could have the opportunity to see if you live up to my "fondest hopes and expectations." Add these things you tell me to your actions and you'll get a good loving. I'd be a wild man. Bite, chew, kiss, bang. tongue, and everything.
Night darling. I love you so much. I'm hoping and dreaming of seeing you. You're my wife and sweetheart. I loves you.
your hubby
Norm.
Thurs. eve.
My neglected Sweetheart;
I am sorry but I didn't get a chance to write either Tues or Wed eve. That's the worst I've done for some time. This time I wasn't lazy or "fucking off ". I was busy.
I guess I told you we were going to the field Tues. and come in Wed. We came in Wed alright, but with only a very few minutes to spare. Worst time we ever had in the field. It wasn't so much mechanical work, although there was a little of that, it was getting stuck. I never saw so much mud in my life in a place that looked nice and dry. There is a top crust about a foot thick that is dry and will carry a tank as long as it's moving fast but let it slow down or stop and blooie, she goes right down. There is apparently no bottom then. Just soft mud about the consistency of cow shit.
We went out about 50 miles and had no trouble with anything but the half track. [That old girl is just about shot] They pulled the tanks off the road into the bivouac area and then the fun began. Tanks stuck everyplace. By the time we got them all on top again it was dark. By the time we finished our mechanical checking and inspection it was midnight. Had the whole crew too, even Brownie. The cooks gave us a big pot of hot coffee and some cookies for a snack before we crawled in our bedrolls.
We had stopped at a little country store on the way and had some cakes and cookies of our own. Since we have become acquainted with the country we usually manage to drop back out of the column and stop at these country stores and get a coke or something to eat. Newberger & Brownie bought pickled pigs feet and a loaf of bread. The damn things look like hell, but don't taste so bad.
These stores remind me of Poe grocery. Small general stores with a surprisingly complete stock of everything from gasoline to flower seeds. Seems funny, not a house in sight and these stores there all by themselves. There are cabins and shanties around but they are off the road, back in the bush.
When we got up the next morning we thought we had been sabotaged.
Several of the tanks were down four feet and when we parked them they were on what seemed to be solid ground. The crust broke and they settled down.
We started the problem and in a few minutes it was all over. Every tank in the battalion was stuck. Some got a couple miles and others only a few feet. From then [it was 8 A.M.] we worked until 2 that afternoon getting them all back on the road. Build a log road, get one out and try to pull another. Get it pulled and stick the one doing the pulling. It's slow work but we finally built enough log road to get to get them all back on the road again. Broke up most of our tow cables and chains in the bargain. Thought we were going to cut all the timber in La. to make roads. I did more chopping than I've done in a long time.
We were all set to get in, in decent time and then one of the boys ditched his tank to avoid a wreck with another. Took us until nearly midnight to get him out. Boy, what a day. We were all dead tired. Today we were repairing the damages and have plenty left for a few more day's work.
I haven't had a chance to mail your birthday present yet. I'll get it done by Sat. and I guess that will be plenty of time. The army was selling subscriptions to Yank the other day and they can be sent to any address. I bought you a year subscription and it will come direct to you. You can consider it a sort of birthday present. Be sure and tell me when you start getting it. Probably will be several weeks.
I got your Sat & Sun letter right on time [yesterday] but I didn't get any today.
I'll answer this one now. I wish I could have walked around our plantation, as you call it, with you. The first warm days always feel so good. I bet I would have been out looking around at all our things too, if I had been there. The sap business sounds good too. That was one of the last jobs I did before I left last year.
Gosh honey, it's getting close to a year already. In fact, it's exactly a year ago today that I got my notice to report for examination. That was the beginning of the end for us for a while. I hope by this time next year we've forgotten all about it and are back living and loving together again. That's what I want right now.
So you got the picture. I expect you have the explanation by now and know you were wrong on your guess of identity. The bright lights glaring directly in our eyes was the fault of most of it I guess. I thought it was funny.
Well sweetheart, this isn't much of a letter after missing two in a row but I'm a little off the beam tonight. I'll get to writing a love letter again one of these days. This Sat-Sun letter of yours was a dandy. You're doing very well with long distance loving. The words are the right ones, but I sure wish I could have the opportunity to see if you live up to my "fondest hopes and expectations." Add these things you tell me to your actions and you'll get a good loving. I'd be a wild man. Bite, chew, kiss, bang. tongue, and everything.
Night darling. I love you so much. I'm hoping and dreaming of seeing you. You're my wife and sweetheart. I loves you.
your hubby
Norm.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Letter # 218 February 28, 1944
Feb 28, 1944
Mon. eve.
Sweetheart;
Hi Darling. How's my honey tonight? Beautiful, sweet, and lovable as ever. I bet. Tomorrow is the last of February already. Leap year day. If I was home maybe you could ask me again. You did last leap year didn't you? Took advantage of me didn't you? Well, I'm glad. I like to be taken advantage of when I get something as nice from it as I did that time. Best thing ever happened to me. I'm only sorry I can't be with you and enjoy you and make you happy. I love you, you nice old devil. You're tops.
Well, I finished my school again today. Can't say as I learned very much. I did pick up a few more tricks. Always something a fellow can learn from or about engines. Don't think a man could learn all there is to know about them in a lifetime. Always something new.
Baker, Gebhardt, and I went to the show last night. "Broadway Rhythm". It was very good. Lots of gals, nice ones too. Lots of music, comedy, and to top it all off, it is in color. Gebby, that's Gebhardt. and I almost had to hold Baker in his seat. The gals got him. Especially some real young one I've never seen before and don't know who she is, dressed in brown shorts and close fitting white sweater. Not bad. You know I always did like close fitting dresses and sweaters, if the gal wearing them has the proper contours. My wifey has them and I don't mean maybe. Ginny Simms played the lead. She can sing.
We have a pull to get in the show now, rather Gebby has. The manager of the shows here in camp is an old friend of his from Kansas City. We go up and if he's there Gebby gets the tickets ahead of the line and that way we get in easily. That's why we've been going so much lately. Don't have to wait in line for an hour or two.
We're supposed to have a ball game again tonight, but the other team couldn't get around. I wasn't too sorry. My arm is a bit sore from the last two days anyhow.
We go to the field tomorrow afternoon for an overnight bivouac and come in sometime Wed. I don't know if I go or not. If I do------no letter to mummy. Poor mummy. She gets neglected quite a bit doesn't she? I'll try to make up for it when I get home for always and don't have to talk to you and love you by letter. Piss poor way to love a sweet wife. Doesn't seem very personal. I like to be where I can see you and hug you an' everything. Times a coming, sweetness. This won't last forever.
I see by the paper today that the recent survey by the manpower board revealed the fact that 900,000 single and non fathers were still at large and they are thinking of doing something about it. Hope it gets going soon enough to save fellows like Gus Maitland.
Darling I guess the regular mail is best for us to use. I got three from you today. The Thurs. one and the income tax paper at noon and your Friday love letter tonight. That puts me up to date and back on schedule. If you remember, your Thurs. letter was the only air mail one. Maybe they try to send them by plane and they are so loaded they can't take them all. I'll start sending mine "free' again. Tell me how they do.
I guess if I'm going out tomorrow I'd better answer these letters in full tonight. They are such nice ones. I shouldn't let them cool off in any case. Who says you can't write love letters? I've got proof in these two that you are very good at it. Almost as good at writing love as you are in person, and baby, that's going some. In person you're the best loving ever came down the road. Remember?
I signed the tax form and looked it over. That form isn't as bad as I expected it to be. Any tax form that nets us $83.00 is a very good form. As you say, that is a receipt for 83 bucks worth of something very nice for us. Almost enough for another honeymoon. That'll be the day honey. I'll be loving you good.
Now for the love letters. Boy honey, they make me feel good. Sure glad I gotcha. You inspire me. More ways than one, too.
Honey, you're being too cautious. Taking Pop along for protection when you went to see Snedden. I know you're tempting as hell and would want you well protected at night, but in broad day and in town----- Only a hungry wolf like me would need watching then. I'd attack you most any place.
Even if you do say it yourself, I know the new dress and captivating hat look good on you. I'm as anxious to see you wear it as you are to have me see it. I'm anxious to see you dressed or undressed or anyway. I want to see you.
It is tough as hell to be separated when we don't want to, so bad. It can end anytime and I'll be more than ready to come home and pick up where we left off. I don't like not having you a bit. I can't live without you, but sure can live with you. In a couple years we will have forgotten most of the pain of these times and we may be a little more in love with each other for it. Most things seem to have a good side even if we can't see it at the time.
The funny books and magazines go over very well with the fellows also. I always leave my magazines in the day room when I've finished them. I think the boys buy as many funny books as any other type magazine. Maybe the "girlie" books have the first place, but not by much. I like the old standbys and most of the books are new and silly ones.
You're wrong honey, I'd miss breakfast for you anytime----if necessary. I remember you did fix me some breakfast before I loved you last time I was home, but do you remember who suggested it and even insisted mildly, that I should eat a little something? I did but I don't remember taking too much time about it. That time it had only been six weeks since I'd seen you. I'd be harder to feed first this time I bet. Maybe harder in other ways too. Whoops. Gotta quit dreaming.
Brownie's story about his hash slinging girl wasn't meant to reflect on the profession. It's only that most of the girls down here in places like that seem so much more sloppy and dirty than we are used to. I've seen some good looking hash slingers but I bet you were as captivating as any of them. Some of the uniforms I've seen really fit and you are the gal to fill them out so they rate a couple of whistles.
I see the rumors I write you have an effect. Don't let them influence you too much. You have heard enough of them to know how few of them are true. I only write them because I'm trying to give you the news and not because I put much faith in them. 99 out of 100 are wrong. The latest is that as soon as this battalion test problem can be run the percent of furloughs will be greatly stepped up. The rumor says 40% of the company at a time. Sounds like one of those first 99 to me.
Don't be worrying your pretty head about anything that I need or might want. I've got plenty of money now and can get anything I need here, now. The only thing I'm really hurtin for is something money can't buy and stores don't sell. You're that illusive commodity. What I need is a furlough so I can look you up. I loves you, honey. I will holler if I need anything. Haven't I done that ever since I've been away? Keep you busy doing things for me.
I'm glad you like my letters and think they are improving. They didn't seem to be to me. I only say what I'm thinking about. I'm usually thinking of you and that's what comes of it. If you like it, that's all that's necessary. I'll keep on telling you.
I love you so much I have to get some of it out of my system somehow. Letters aren't my preferred method by a long way. Until a better way comes along, I'll have to be satisfied. We'll make up for it. That's another promise.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you so much. You're my favorite wife. You're my only love. I'm petting you, honey.
your adoring Sargent
Norm.
Mon. eve.
Sweetheart;
Hi Darling. How's my honey tonight? Beautiful, sweet, and lovable as ever. I bet. Tomorrow is the last of February already. Leap year day. If I was home maybe you could ask me again. You did last leap year didn't you? Took advantage of me didn't you? Well, I'm glad. I like to be taken advantage of when I get something as nice from it as I did that time. Best thing ever happened to me. I'm only sorry I can't be with you and enjoy you and make you happy. I love you, you nice old devil. You're tops.
Well, I finished my school again today. Can't say as I learned very much. I did pick up a few more tricks. Always something a fellow can learn from or about engines. Don't think a man could learn all there is to know about them in a lifetime. Always something new.
Baker, Gebhardt, and I went to the show last night. "Broadway Rhythm". It was very good. Lots of gals, nice ones too. Lots of music, comedy, and to top it all off, it is in color. Gebby, that's Gebhardt. and I almost had to hold Baker in his seat. The gals got him. Especially some real young one I've never seen before and don't know who she is, dressed in brown shorts and close fitting white sweater. Not bad. You know I always did like close fitting dresses and sweaters, if the gal wearing them has the proper contours. My wifey has them and I don't mean maybe. Ginny Simms played the lead. She can sing.
We have a pull to get in the show now, rather Gebby has. The manager of the shows here in camp is an old friend of his from Kansas City. We go up and if he's there Gebby gets the tickets ahead of the line and that way we get in easily. That's why we've been going so much lately. Don't have to wait in line for an hour or two.
We're supposed to have a ball game again tonight, but the other team couldn't get around. I wasn't too sorry. My arm is a bit sore from the last two days anyhow.
We go to the field tomorrow afternoon for an overnight bivouac and come in sometime Wed. I don't know if I go or not. If I do------no letter to mummy. Poor mummy. She gets neglected quite a bit doesn't she? I'll try to make up for it when I get home for always and don't have to talk to you and love you by letter. Piss poor way to love a sweet wife. Doesn't seem very personal. I like to be where I can see you and hug you an' everything. Times a coming, sweetness. This won't last forever.
I see by the paper today that the recent survey by the manpower board revealed the fact that 900,000 single and non fathers were still at large and they are thinking of doing something about it. Hope it gets going soon enough to save fellows like Gus Maitland.
Darling I guess the regular mail is best for us to use. I got three from you today. The Thurs. one and the income tax paper at noon and your Friday love letter tonight. That puts me up to date and back on schedule. If you remember, your Thurs. letter was the only air mail one. Maybe they try to send them by plane and they are so loaded they can't take them all. I'll start sending mine "free' again. Tell me how they do.
I guess if I'm going out tomorrow I'd better answer these letters in full tonight. They are such nice ones. I shouldn't let them cool off in any case. Who says you can't write love letters? I've got proof in these two that you are very good at it. Almost as good at writing love as you are in person, and baby, that's going some. In person you're the best loving ever came down the road. Remember?
I signed the tax form and looked it over. That form isn't as bad as I expected it to be. Any tax form that nets us $83.00 is a very good form. As you say, that is a receipt for 83 bucks worth of something very nice for us. Almost enough for another honeymoon. That'll be the day honey. I'll be loving you good.
Now for the love letters. Boy honey, they make me feel good. Sure glad I gotcha. You inspire me. More ways than one, too.
Honey, you're being too cautious. Taking Pop along for protection when you went to see Snedden. I know you're tempting as hell and would want you well protected at night, but in broad day and in town----- Only a hungry wolf like me would need watching then. I'd attack you most any place.
Even if you do say it yourself, I know the new dress and captivating hat look good on you. I'm as anxious to see you wear it as you are to have me see it. I'm anxious to see you dressed or undressed or anyway. I want to see you.
It is tough as hell to be separated when we don't want to, so bad. It can end anytime and I'll be more than ready to come home and pick up where we left off. I don't like not having you a bit. I can't live without you, but sure can live with you. In a couple years we will have forgotten most of the pain of these times and we may be a little more in love with each other for it. Most things seem to have a good side even if we can't see it at the time.
The funny books and magazines go over very well with the fellows also. I always leave my magazines in the day room when I've finished them. I think the boys buy as many funny books as any other type magazine. Maybe the "girlie" books have the first place, but not by much. I like the old standbys and most of the books are new and silly ones.
You're wrong honey, I'd miss breakfast for you anytime----if necessary. I remember you did fix me some breakfast before I loved you last time I was home, but do you remember who suggested it and even insisted mildly, that I should eat a little something? I did but I don't remember taking too much time about it. That time it had only been six weeks since I'd seen you. I'd be harder to feed first this time I bet. Maybe harder in other ways too. Whoops. Gotta quit dreaming.
Brownie's story about his hash slinging girl wasn't meant to reflect on the profession. It's only that most of the girls down here in places like that seem so much more sloppy and dirty than we are used to. I've seen some good looking hash slingers but I bet you were as captivating as any of them. Some of the uniforms I've seen really fit and you are the gal to fill them out so they rate a couple of whistles.
I see the rumors I write you have an effect. Don't let them influence you too much. You have heard enough of them to know how few of them are true. I only write them because I'm trying to give you the news and not because I put much faith in them. 99 out of 100 are wrong. The latest is that as soon as this battalion test problem can be run the percent of furloughs will be greatly stepped up. The rumor says 40% of the company at a time. Sounds like one of those first 99 to me.
Don't be worrying your pretty head about anything that I need or might want. I've got plenty of money now and can get anything I need here, now. The only thing I'm really hurtin for is something money can't buy and stores don't sell. You're that illusive commodity. What I need is a furlough so I can look you up. I loves you, honey. I will holler if I need anything. Haven't I done that ever since I've been away? Keep you busy doing things for me.
I'm glad you like my letters and think they are improving. They didn't seem to be to me. I only say what I'm thinking about. I'm usually thinking of you and that's what comes of it. If you like it, that's all that's necessary. I'll keep on telling you.
I love you so much I have to get some of it out of my system somehow. Letters aren't my preferred method by a long way. Until a better way comes along, I'll have to be satisfied. We'll make up for it. That's another promise.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you so much. You're my favorite wife. You're my only love. I'm petting you, honey.
your adoring Sargent
Norm.
Letter # 217 February 27, 1944
Feb 27, 1944
Sun. Aft.
Sweetheart;
Sunday afternoon again. Beautiful day too. Cloudy at times and bright at others. Real warm. Trees are all leafing out, grass is nice and green and people are planting garden. Sure signs of spring. Wrote letters all morning and played a game of ball right after dinner. We played "D" company and beat them 5-0. Could have a very good ball team if we get a chance to play together enough. Plenty of men to choose from.
I guess I haven't any news to write so I'm going to answer this pile of yours I've got here. Didn't get any today.
You say your weekends go whirling by. So do mine. I get up by seven every Sunday and by the time I write my letters and do my chores the day is gone. I have been trying each Sunday to do a little reading. So far I haven't succeeded. The best I can do is look at the pictures in Colliers, scan the Gazette, and maybe read a couple articles in Reader's Digest. Now, if I play ball----well, I guess the reading is out. Oh well, I can do that when I get too old to play ball.
You say seeing soldiers makes you homesick for me. Now you can see why. When I go to town it makes me dissatisfied. I see other soldiers with their wives and having a glorious time and that makes me miss you more keenly than when I stay in camp. Like rubbing salt in an open wound. It's hell. Isn't it, honey? I love you so much.
Flopped again did you? Little off schedule this month aren't you? Should have been about the 18th. Can't blame that on me. Haven't been playing with some truck driver have you? Don't think I would blame you much if you did. Little hard to go so long without at least a little loving, after you're used to it and like it as much as we do.
You asked me why I wasn't very affectionate when you are flying the red flag. You should ask such a question after sharing that night in Michigan. You're so damn blood stirring I can't love you or play with you much, without getting ideas. When I get ideas and no satisfaction I get wild and it's hard to contain myself until the flag sign is right again. If you want much loving from me when you aren't in shape you're going to have to fix yourself so you aren't quite so exciting. Can't take it honey. I had all that kind of misery before we were married. I'll love you passively for those 4 days a month and make up for it the rest of the days.
I don't think you can squeeze me hard enough to make me say "uncle". I'd be more apt to want you to squeeze harder. You feel so good squeezed up tight to me. I like it and am ready for treatment of that kind anytime and for always.
I expect your way of handling Louisa's letter is the best way after all. Give her a second chance and then. It did make me mad for a while.
If you don't get the income tax return by the time you get this letter, it might be wise to call or see him. Maybe he has forgotten. The 15th is close now.
If I were you I'd get your Pop's opinion on the drive soon. If it will hold up O.K. but if it looks bad I'd get some gravel on. I wouldn't expect it to need any, but it's hard to tell. If there is plenty of loose gravel on top yet, it ought to be all right. If you do get stuck someday, don't forget, the ashes or gravel goes under the rear wheels, not the front.
The little "ditties" are all right. Rather cute. The same fault as you found with mine. Expected to read something and then get left in midair. I'll send them back now. I guess they have been copied enough to keep them spreading.
The packages you send have all arrived in good shape so far. You are doing a good job of packing. Everything was swell and we had quite a party last Sunday eve. I told you about it.
I didn't know about Dick Elder being broken. I haven't seen him for several weeks. It's nothing unusual and in lots of cases nothing to be ashamed of. Make one mistake and some officer gets mad enough and you are broken. Anyone can make mistakes. Be funny if we didn't. The whole system of promotions or demotions is cockeyed anyhow. Similar to a union set up. Lots of men that never even get a rating are better then the Master Sargent, but don't get a chance because as long as the top man is at all satisfactory he stays there by seniority. I don't have much respect for the ratings. I like the money that goes with them.
Yes, I'd like to have you chew my ears good, because while you were doing that I could be chewing and petting things I like of yours. I know a couple of nice soft things I'd like to chew on for a while. Of course, I wouldn't stop there but it's all part of my style of loving.
Well honey, I guess I've answered your letters and I'm run down. Going to get my laundry ready to send, shave, shower and etc and then I guess we'll go to a show. Forgot the name. It's supposed to be a musical girl show. Might stir up a good old messy dream. Night honey. I'm loving you and praying something nice happens soon. You're my nicest wife and I love you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Sun. Aft.
Sweetheart;
Sunday afternoon again. Beautiful day too. Cloudy at times and bright at others. Real warm. Trees are all leafing out, grass is nice and green and people are planting garden. Sure signs of spring. Wrote letters all morning and played a game of ball right after dinner. We played "D" company and beat them 5-0. Could have a very good ball team if we get a chance to play together enough. Plenty of men to choose from.
I guess I haven't any news to write so I'm going to answer this pile of yours I've got here. Didn't get any today.
You say your weekends go whirling by. So do mine. I get up by seven every Sunday and by the time I write my letters and do my chores the day is gone. I have been trying each Sunday to do a little reading. So far I haven't succeeded. The best I can do is look at the pictures in Colliers, scan the Gazette, and maybe read a couple articles in Reader's Digest. Now, if I play ball----well, I guess the reading is out. Oh well, I can do that when I get too old to play ball.
You say seeing soldiers makes you homesick for me. Now you can see why. When I go to town it makes me dissatisfied. I see other soldiers with their wives and having a glorious time and that makes me miss you more keenly than when I stay in camp. Like rubbing salt in an open wound. It's hell. Isn't it, honey? I love you so much.
Flopped again did you? Little off schedule this month aren't you? Should have been about the 18th. Can't blame that on me. Haven't been playing with some truck driver have you? Don't think I would blame you much if you did. Little hard to go so long without at least a little loving, after you're used to it and like it as much as we do.
You asked me why I wasn't very affectionate when you are flying the red flag. You should ask such a question after sharing that night in Michigan. You're so damn blood stirring I can't love you or play with you much, without getting ideas. When I get ideas and no satisfaction I get wild and it's hard to contain myself until the flag sign is right again. If you want much loving from me when you aren't in shape you're going to have to fix yourself so you aren't quite so exciting. Can't take it honey. I had all that kind of misery before we were married. I'll love you passively for those 4 days a month and make up for it the rest of the days.
I don't think you can squeeze me hard enough to make me say "uncle". I'd be more apt to want you to squeeze harder. You feel so good squeezed up tight to me. I like it and am ready for treatment of that kind anytime and for always.
I expect your way of handling Louisa's letter is the best way after all. Give her a second chance and then. It did make me mad for a while.
If you don't get the income tax return by the time you get this letter, it might be wise to call or see him. Maybe he has forgotten. The 15th is close now.
If I were you I'd get your Pop's opinion on the drive soon. If it will hold up O.K. but if it looks bad I'd get some gravel on. I wouldn't expect it to need any, but it's hard to tell. If there is plenty of loose gravel on top yet, it ought to be all right. If you do get stuck someday, don't forget, the ashes or gravel goes under the rear wheels, not the front.
The little "ditties" are all right. Rather cute. The same fault as you found with mine. Expected to read something and then get left in midair. I'll send them back now. I guess they have been copied enough to keep them spreading.
The packages you send have all arrived in good shape so far. You are doing a good job of packing. Everything was swell and we had quite a party last Sunday eve. I told you about it.
I didn't know about Dick Elder being broken. I haven't seen him for several weeks. It's nothing unusual and in lots of cases nothing to be ashamed of. Make one mistake and some officer gets mad enough and you are broken. Anyone can make mistakes. Be funny if we didn't. The whole system of promotions or demotions is cockeyed anyhow. Similar to a union set up. Lots of men that never even get a rating are better then the Master Sargent, but don't get a chance because as long as the top man is at all satisfactory he stays there by seniority. I don't have much respect for the ratings. I like the money that goes with them.
Yes, I'd like to have you chew my ears good, because while you were doing that I could be chewing and petting things I like of yours. I know a couple of nice soft things I'd like to chew on for a while. Of course, I wouldn't stop there but it's all part of my style of loving.
Well honey, I guess I've answered your letters and I'm run down. Going to get my laundry ready to send, shave, shower and etc and then I guess we'll go to a show. Forgot the name. It's supposed to be a musical girl show. Might stir up a good old messy dream. Night honey. I'm loving you and praying something nice happens soon. You're my nicest wife and I love you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Letter # 216 february 26, 1944
Feb. 26, 1944
Sat. Eve.
Sweetheart;
Hello. You sweet old thing. I'm loving you as best I can right now. Feel it? I'm not drunk, honey, I just love you and want to tell you so. I had a rather unusual day for me, at least since I've been in the army. Did me good, I guess. I'm all pepped up and nothing to spend my excess energy on. I bet I could do a good job of loving you tonight. I'll tell you about it.
The morning was much as usual except for the inspection. We got up, had breakfast and dressed in our best Sunday go-to -meeting clothes. Made our bed up "short sheet" so they had a white collar. Then laid all our field equipment on the bed for the inspecting officers to find fault with. Everything has to be clean and shining and laid out just so. Lot of horseshit but that's the army.
The inspection got under way. Brownie, being the Sargent in charge of our headquarters platoon, follows the officer with a notebook, making a record of the "gigs". My bed is about in the middle of the barracks and by the time they got to me, I thought Brownie would have to have a new notebook.
They didn't miss a speck of dust or dirt an anything. A slight trace of earth embedded in the wood grain of a tent peg or pole was enough for a gig. Even lifted the mattresses and if there was any dust on the bed rail or slats -- "gig". Spot of grease on tent, ropes, field bag. raincoat -- "gig". Boy they were tough. Foot locker inspection along with it. Everything there has to be in an army prescribed order. Socks here, handkerchief there, towel here, underwear there, and all must be very neat.
Lt. Newberger and Captain Spencer were the inspecting officers in our barracks. In one case they found a piece of thread about 2 inches long under a fellows bunk and "gigged" him.
I had expected the inspection to be one of the regular hit or miss jobs and hadn't been too careful. I could hear the list of gigs for me coming. Much to my surprise, the only gig I got was on my foot locker and they had to retract that.
Remember when we moved over here we mechanics were even without a place to sleep. Well when we did move into the barracks there weren't enough good foot lockers so I took one with no top tray. That was the cause of the "gig". When at my suggestion they checked with the supply Sargent, they found there were no better ones, so little Normie got off Scott free. I still think maybe my "ass kissing" helped there, even if it doesn't help on a furlough.
The inspection was over at 1000 and we worked the rest of the morning. After dinner we had two hours of athletics. Imagine that! Any form of game they have equipment for. I chose soft ball and had a hell of a good time at it.
I'm rusty as hell but so are the others. I played my old 1st base spot. For a while I forgot all about the army and it seemed like days of long ago. Remember how I always hollered and talked it up when I was in a game? Well I soon found myself back in the old groove and the boys got a kick out of it. Didn't think the old man or "Pop" as some of them call me, had that much life left in him. They should see how young I can act when I get with my "best old loving mummy." Anyhow I had a good time. I have heard they are going to have a regular period of games every day possible. I don't expect we mechanics will get in on it very often. Too much work to do. I hope we do though.
It was a perfect day. Like June back home. I was playing without a hat or shirt and I got a slight sunburn on the top of my head. Wonder why? Could it be my hair is thin? Or gone?
Three o'clock and we were off. The ones that didn't have "gigs" to fix up, and I, did another unusual thing for me.
I shaved, showered, dressed and took off for DeRidder to see the bright lights and the gals. The lights weren't very bright but I did see some rather nice looking gals. It's a good thing I'm a happy and securely married man. Married to the best of all the gals, or I might have got my face slapped or I might have gotten something else.
Remember Wild? He is one of the Knox boys. The smarty that was close to beating Ernie and I for a while. I think he is in one of the pictures we took up there. He has been in this battalion but a different company until recently. He has been transferred to this company now. Well, he and I went together.
His wife is coming down about the middle of March and he wanted to find a place to stay. Bet you can't guess why I went can you? I'll tell you later in this letter. We hunted all over town and no luck. Everything full and running over. Go into almost any home there and it looks like a hell of a big family of daughters. Soldiers wives everywhere. I wondered where, in some of these small places, they all found room to sleep. Must have to sleep in shifts or all sleep together and run the risk of getting "splashed". Some of them looked good enough to "splash" if a fellow could get away with it.
We were ready to give up, and the last place we tried we struck it lucky. A girl there is planning to leave on the 12th and they accepted an advance and will hold the room for him. It isn't a bad room, nothing like you had at Wilkerson's, but at least, a decent place to stay. Fairly good bed, couple chairs, a crude sort of wardrobe, and a wash bowl in the room. About as big as our room at home. The bath is shared by several other couples. The landlady seems nice. The room rents for $8.00 a week and it is very close to the center of town.
It isn't a bad town as towns go down here. It's dry so they aren't bothered by a host of drunken soldiers. Some nice stores and some very nice looking homes. Also have a [black] section that looks like Archer Heights used to. I would guess the town to be about 1/2 as big as Medina.
By that time we were hungry as hell so we looked up a very nice little restaurant and had us a T bone steak. $1.50 a plate and no dessert. It was a good steak though. The place was full of Lts, captains, majors, and their gals or wives. A Pfc and a T/4 were rather out of place, but our money is as good as theirs.
Then we set out to take care of my business. You've probably guessed it. I was looking for a present, a birthday present, for a very beautiful, sweet, loving, luscious girl I know back home. She is approaching her 27th birthday, [I think] but you'd never guess she was that old by her looks or actions. Last time I saw her she acted like a bride of 20. I love her. She's my wife and sweetheart.
Honey, I had the damnedest time. Couldn't find anything that excited me in any line I knew anything about, so I finally tried a line I knew nothing about.
I picked out a sales girl that looked like she had a good amount of intelligence and understanding and told her my predicament. Asked for any ideas or suggestions she might have. We did the best we could and that wasn't very good, I'm sure. It was a nice big modern store, apparently one of a chain. She said they had a hell of a time getting anything decent at all. I got the best they had. If you don't like them I won't be at all surprised. I was thinking of you anyhow.
I'll send the package sometime this week if I get a chance. Next Sat. at the latest. The P.O. at this camp isn't open on Sunday. You can see, honey, I had a very unusual and busy day.
It's time for bed now so I'll say bye.
I loves you so much, honey, and want you more and more all the time.
I still haven't answered your letters and I got your Wed one today. Guess I'll have material for a letter tomorrow.
Night gorgeous, I love you.
your lover
Norm.
Sat. Eve.
Sweetheart;
Hello. You sweet old thing. I'm loving you as best I can right now. Feel it? I'm not drunk, honey, I just love you and want to tell you so. I had a rather unusual day for me, at least since I've been in the army. Did me good, I guess. I'm all pepped up and nothing to spend my excess energy on. I bet I could do a good job of loving you tonight. I'll tell you about it.
The morning was much as usual except for the inspection. We got up, had breakfast and dressed in our best Sunday go-to -meeting clothes. Made our bed up "short sheet" so they had a white collar. Then laid all our field equipment on the bed for the inspecting officers to find fault with. Everything has to be clean and shining and laid out just so. Lot of horseshit but that's the army.
The inspection got under way. Brownie, being the Sargent in charge of our headquarters platoon, follows the officer with a notebook, making a record of the "gigs". My bed is about in the middle of the barracks and by the time they got to me, I thought Brownie would have to have a new notebook.
They didn't miss a speck of dust or dirt an anything. A slight trace of earth embedded in the wood grain of a tent peg or pole was enough for a gig. Even lifted the mattresses and if there was any dust on the bed rail or slats -- "gig". Spot of grease on tent, ropes, field bag. raincoat -- "gig". Boy they were tough. Foot locker inspection along with it. Everything there has to be in an army prescribed order. Socks here, handkerchief there, towel here, underwear there, and all must be very neat.
Lt. Newberger and Captain Spencer were the inspecting officers in our barracks. In one case they found a piece of thread about 2 inches long under a fellows bunk and "gigged" him.
I had expected the inspection to be one of the regular hit or miss jobs and hadn't been too careful. I could hear the list of gigs for me coming. Much to my surprise, the only gig I got was on my foot locker and they had to retract that.
Remember when we moved over here we mechanics were even without a place to sleep. Well when we did move into the barracks there weren't enough good foot lockers so I took one with no top tray. That was the cause of the "gig". When at my suggestion they checked with the supply Sargent, they found there were no better ones, so little Normie got off Scott free. I still think maybe my "ass kissing" helped there, even if it doesn't help on a furlough.
The inspection was over at 1000 and we worked the rest of the morning. After dinner we had two hours of athletics. Imagine that! Any form of game they have equipment for. I chose soft ball and had a hell of a good time at it.
I'm rusty as hell but so are the others. I played my old 1st base spot. For a while I forgot all about the army and it seemed like days of long ago. Remember how I always hollered and talked it up when I was in a game? Well I soon found myself back in the old groove and the boys got a kick out of it. Didn't think the old man or "Pop" as some of them call me, had that much life left in him. They should see how young I can act when I get with my "best old loving mummy." Anyhow I had a good time. I have heard they are going to have a regular period of games every day possible. I don't expect we mechanics will get in on it very often. Too much work to do. I hope we do though.
It was a perfect day. Like June back home. I was playing without a hat or shirt and I got a slight sunburn on the top of my head. Wonder why? Could it be my hair is thin? Or gone?
Three o'clock and we were off. The ones that didn't have "gigs" to fix up, and I, did another unusual thing for me.
I shaved, showered, dressed and took off for DeRidder to see the bright lights and the gals. The lights weren't very bright but I did see some rather nice looking gals. It's a good thing I'm a happy and securely married man. Married to the best of all the gals, or I might have got my face slapped or I might have gotten something else.
Remember Wild? He is one of the Knox boys. The smarty that was close to beating Ernie and I for a while. I think he is in one of the pictures we took up there. He has been in this battalion but a different company until recently. He has been transferred to this company now. Well, he and I went together.
His wife is coming down about the middle of March and he wanted to find a place to stay. Bet you can't guess why I went can you? I'll tell you later in this letter. We hunted all over town and no luck. Everything full and running over. Go into almost any home there and it looks like a hell of a big family of daughters. Soldiers wives everywhere. I wondered where, in some of these small places, they all found room to sleep. Must have to sleep in shifts or all sleep together and run the risk of getting "splashed". Some of them looked good enough to "splash" if a fellow could get away with it.
We were ready to give up, and the last place we tried we struck it lucky. A girl there is planning to leave on the 12th and they accepted an advance and will hold the room for him. It isn't a bad room, nothing like you had at Wilkerson's, but at least, a decent place to stay. Fairly good bed, couple chairs, a crude sort of wardrobe, and a wash bowl in the room. About as big as our room at home. The bath is shared by several other couples. The landlady seems nice. The room rents for $8.00 a week and it is very close to the center of town.
It isn't a bad town as towns go down here. It's dry so they aren't bothered by a host of drunken soldiers. Some nice stores and some very nice looking homes. Also have a [black] section that looks like Archer Heights used to. I would guess the town to be about 1/2 as big as Medina.
By that time we were hungry as hell so we looked up a very nice little restaurant and had us a T bone steak. $1.50 a plate and no dessert. It was a good steak though. The place was full of Lts, captains, majors, and their gals or wives. A Pfc and a T/4 were rather out of place, but our money is as good as theirs.
Then we set out to take care of my business. You've probably guessed it. I was looking for a present, a birthday present, for a very beautiful, sweet, loving, luscious girl I know back home. She is approaching her 27th birthday, [I think] but you'd never guess she was that old by her looks or actions. Last time I saw her she acted like a bride of 20. I love her. She's my wife and sweetheart.
Honey, I had the damnedest time. Couldn't find anything that excited me in any line I knew anything about, so I finally tried a line I knew nothing about.
I picked out a sales girl that looked like she had a good amount of intelligence and understanding and told her my predicament. Asked for any ideas or suggestions she might have. We did the best we could and that wasn't very good, I'm sure. It was a nice big modern store, apparently one of a chain. She said they had a hell of a time getting anything decent at all. I got the best they had. If you don't like them I won't be at all surprised. I was thinking of you anyhow.
I'll send the package sometime this week if I get a chance. Next Sat. at the latest. The P.O. at this camp isn't open on Sunday. You can see, honey, I had a very unusual and busy day.
It's time for bed now so I'll say bye.
I loves you so much, honey, and want you more and more all the time.
I still haven't answered your letters and I got your Wed one today. Guess I'll have material for a letter tomorrow.
Night gorgeous, I love you.
your lover
Norm.
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