New Guinea
July 7, 1944
My darling;
Hi my lovely. It's me again. It's raining like hell this morning. Has been all night, so while I'm waiting on it to stop, I'm starting this letter. Rain is nothing unusual down here, but it usually has been raining at night and clears off by day. It's only missed a few nights since I've been here. Sounds nasty doesn't it? It's not all bad. Doesn't get very muddy. An inch or so on top, enough to be slippery and as soon as the sun comes out, the dust is flying again. If it wasn't for the rain I'm afraid it would be unbearably hot. I had goose pimples when I crawled out this morning. Probably not cooler than 70 degrees or 75 degrees but in contrast to the days it was cold. Boy do I sleep. Go to bed at nine or before and sleep to 6. 9 hrs. Can you imagine me sleeping so much? Sleep like a log all night. No one to disturb me. Damn it.
Now for the question of what you can send me. I hardly know what to say. I know you want to do things like that and get a big kick out of it. There is so darn little you can send that would be much use to me. I have no place to keep anything and when I move I can only take what my bags will hold and they are already full of clothes and equipment. Here are a few of the items that I can think of. Tobacco and ungumed cigarette papers. The ones with glue would all be stuck together. It's a fight to keep envelopes so they can be used. Cheap pipe and cheap cigarette lighters. Writing paper of the air mail type. Small carborundum sharpening stone, pocket size. Harold will know. That is all of that kind of things I can think of.
In the eats line. Candy is about all that would get here in any kind of shape and that wants to be of a kind that doesn't melt easily. I imagine that sealing in tight cans would help preserve most things. [Tin cans.]
All the camera film you can buy or steal. [Size 127]. Waterproof tobacco pouches can also be used to good advantage to keep matches, billfold and etc. dry. Now don't be silly, honey and spend much for any of these items. They are apt to be lost long before they are worn out anyhow. I mean that.
There, does that give you anything to go on? Don't make it much unless it's things to eat. That can be disposed of quick.
I wish I could send you something but there isn't anything here to send. You'll have to be satisfied with written declarations of love. I've plenty of that.
I expect unless you changed your schedule that you are back from your visit to Ed & Betty. Hope you had a good time and got acquainted again. I should write to them I guess. Send their address if you think of it. I expect Tiffin, O. would get them. I may try it.
Hello Miss assistant librarian. Next to school teachers I always had a soft spot for librarians. I think maybe they have advanced to first place now. I know one that I love an awful lot. Don't worry about the money. You've plenty to live on. If you like the work is all that is important.
You aren't the only one that can look at pictures. I have yours tacked to the side of my packing box table and can see you all the time. Darn good looking girl too. You had better imagine me without my glasses now, 'cause since I've been here I quit wearing them again. Too much sweat. Need windshield wipers. Never miss them.
I'm glad your days are going by so quickly and easily. That helps a lot. Also glad the lawn isn't so bad this year. I didn't get a chance to fertilize it, may be the reason. You're doing a very good job, honey. I know you are keeping things in very good shape and I'm proud of you. Bye, sweetheart. I love you so much.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Letter # 412 July 6, 1944
New Guinea
Thurs eve.
July 6, 1944
Hello Beautiful;
How's Babe today? You can tell her I love her very much. You can also tell her that I want a date for a honeymoon starting the first day I'm out of the army and lasting forever. She'd better accept that date too or I'll - well, I don't know what I would do. Kidnap her I guess.
I haven't anything new to write today so I'm going to spend all my time on your letters. I worked all day so I haven't done anything I can talk about. Didn't get any letters today. I've got several here I haven't answered yet. I'm keeping all your letters now, just in case I have a long period of no mail. I can always read back
over them and enjoy them alot again. You write very nice, sweet letters. I like 'em. I love you.
Now for June 12 letter.
If a shopping trip to Cleveland is a good moral builder for you, you must do it as often as you want. Don't be silly about not wanting to get or wear anything new as long as I'm not there to see it. I'm flattered that you think that much of my opinion. You know I like to see you in new things and then again I would sooner see you in one of my old sweatshirts and a pair of slacks. Look damn good to me in any kind of clothes. Other ways too.
Don't worry about my moral honey. It's in good shape. I have my ups and downs the same as anyone, but for the most part, I'm as near my old self as I'll ever be as long as you and I are separated.
It did tickle me, after all your bragging, that you did dream of Steve again. Such a dream too. That was almost as good as you ever dreamed of him. It's a good thing you went on to say how much you loved me or I would have been jealous. You might be surprised but I was tempted to tell Steve to really carry a message of that sort. The idea struck me once, the day I was with him. It tickled me to think about the surprise all around, but after thinking about it, I decided it wouldn't be so good. He, just a newly married man. I still wonder what would have happened if I had asked him.
You aren't so smart. I also saw the show, "Her Primitive Man" here in New Guinea. That's about what I'll be like when I come out of here. A very primitive wild man only I won't be as conventional as he was. That's a warning as well as a promise.
You aren't only talking for yourself when you say, one day closer to our D day and may it come sooner than we can ever dream of. I'm having an interesting time and enjoying a lot of it, but I sure as hell would make a bee line back to you if I had the chance. Seeing places and things is O.K. only I've changed. I'd be content to never see any place but home and anyone but you. My wandering days alone are over. Definitely. The trouble with me is I'm in love.
I was glad to hear about Funny. So he is in India and on Special Service now. That usually means, in charge of recreation, shows, athletic supplies, and things of that sort. In short, all those little added attractions that make the boys away from home a little more satisfied. I would think that was in his line more than commander of a co.of Negros.
I see the next thing you bring up is the subject of what you can send me. You sure are persistent along that line aren't you? I'll not be ornery and I'll tell you about it in tomorrow's letter. This one is almost bulky enough. Until you hear more you can keep on sending me love. That is what I want most. Night sweetheart. I love you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thurs eve.
July 6, 1944
Hello Beautiful;
How's Babe today? You can tell her I love her very much. You can also tell her that I want a date for a honeymoon starting the first day I'm out of the army and lasting forever. She'd better accept that date too or I'll - well, I don't know what I would do. Kidnap her I guess.
I haven't anything new to write today so I'm going to spend all my time on your letters. I worked all day so I haven't done anything I can talk about. Didn't get any letters today. I've got several here I haven't answered yet. I'm keeping all your letters now, just in case I have a long period of no mail. I can always read back
over them and enjoy them alot again. You write very nice, sweet letters. I like 'em. I love you.
Now for June 12 letter.
If a shopping trip to Cleveland is a good moral builder for you, you must do it as often as you want. Don't be silly about not wanting to get or wear anything new as long as I'm not there to see it. I'm flattered that you think that much of my opinion. You know I like to see you in new things and then again I would sooner see you in one of my old sweatshirts and a pair of slacks. Look damn good to me in any kind of clothes. Other ways too.
Don't worry about my moral honey. It's in good shape. I have my ups and downs the same as anyone, but for the most part, I'm as near my old self as I'll ever be as long as you and I are separated.
It did tickle me, after all your bragging, that you did dream of Steve again. Such a dream too. That was almost as good as you ever dreamed of him. It's a good thing you went on to say how much you loved me or I would have been jealous. You might be surprised but I was tempted to tell Steve to really carry a message of that sort. The idea struck me once, the day I was with him. It tickled me to think about the surprise all around, but after thinking about it, I decided it wouldn't be so good. He, just a newly married man. I still wonder what would have happened if I had asked him.
You aren't so smart. I also saw the show, "Her Primitive Man" here in New Guinea. That's about what I'll be like when I come out of here. A very primitive wild man only I won't be as conventional as he was. That's a warning as well as a promise.
You aren't only talking for yourself when you say, one day closer to our D day and may it come sooner than we can ever dream of. I'm having an interesting time and enjoying a lot of it, but I sure as hell would make a bee line back to you if I had the chance. Seeing places and things is O.K. only I've changed. I'd be content to never see any place but home and anyone but you. My wandering days alone are over. Definitely. The trouble with me is I'm in love.
I was glad to hear about Funny. So he is in India and on Special Service now. That usually means, in charge of recreation, shows, athletic supplies, and things of that sort. In short, all those little added attractions that make the boys away from home a little more satisfied. I would think that was in his line more than commander of a co.of Negros.
I see the next thing you bring up is the subject of what you can send me. You sure are persistent along that line aren't you? I'll not be ornery and I'll tell you about it in tomorrow's letter. This one is almost bulky enough. Until you hear more you can keep on sending me love. That is what I want most. Night sweetheart. I love you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Letter # 411 July 5,1944
New Guinea
Wed Eve.
July 5, 1944
My Darling;
I bet you think I'm becoming quite a playboy. At the beach, swimming again today. Brownie, Mac and I went to a new place. The beach was better decorated than the other. About a dozen nurses were swimming there also. You may not believe it but I looked from a distance. I prefer to stay numb in that respect. Don't realize so keenly what I'm missing. It also keeps me from getting any ideas. I'll wait until I can get home and then you can give me ideas.
This new place the surf was rolling in. It was always quiet at the other place. It was as much fun as any swimming I have ever done. Dive through the breakers or float and let them lift and drop me. I think I'm spoiled now for fresh water swimming. Guess it doesn't make much difference. You never liked it very much anyhow. I like you very much in a bathing suit. You got what it takes. I love my lovely wife.
After we got a bit tired of swimming, we went coconut hunting and got three dandy's. I'm gnawing on one now. There are plenty of them only most are green now and they are hard to get off the tree. I'm not native or monkey enough to go up the trees, so I almost have a sore arm from throwing rocks. Most of them are up 40 ft or more. I saw enough coconuts to supply the US today. Lot of banana trees too only they are just forming fruit. No ripe ones at all.
Sweetheart, you surely are doing a swell job of keeping the mail coming. Three more today. June 14, 17 & 21. The 21st was a V-mail. You evidently wrote another the same day. We'll see how long it takes to get here. I don't like them even if they are quicker. Only get started and out of paper. I like those nice, long, sweet, loving letters of yours. You can do a good job of loving even at long distance. You're a peach and I love you.
Now for a little business. I sent you some of my excess money today. 77-10. Know what that means? we are paid and all our money is Australian. The same as English. That is 77 pounds, 10 shillings or in good old U.S. money $250.00. I'm having a hell of a time trying to use this money. I've still plenty left and in the next few months will probably send some more. The money may get there before this letter. Do as you please with it. No good to me here. Buy yourself a present and make believe I sent it. I am sending you lots and lots of love all the time, and saving a stock of lots more to bring home with me. I'll have to, to live up to what you tell me in your letters. You're the one laboring under delusion. I like it though and I'll try not to disappoint you. Some of my dreams wouldn't be disappointing, I'll bet.
Bye, Tootsie Wuggles. I'll be seeing you in my dreams. I love you. You're my wife.
Your lover
Norm.
Wed Eve.
July 5, 1944
My Darling;
I bet you think I'm becoming quite a playboy. At the beach, swimming again today. Brownie, Mac and I went to a new place. The beach was better decorated than the other. About a dozen nurses were swimming there also. You may not believe it but I looked from a distance. I prefer to stay numb in that respect. Don't realize so keenly what I'm missing. It also keeps me from getting any ideas. I'll wait until I can get home and then you can give me ideas.
This new place the surf was rolling in. It was always quiet at the other place. It was as much fun as any swimming I have ever done. Dive through the breakers or float and let them lift and drop me. I think I'm spoiled now for fresh water swimming. Guess it doesn't make much difference. You never liked it very much anyhow. I like you very much in a bathing suit. You got what it takes. I love my lovely wife.
After we got a bit tired of swimming, we went coconut hunting and got three dandy's. I'm gnawing on one now. There are plenty of them only most are green now and they are hard to get off the tree. I'm not native or monkey enough to go up the trees, so I almost have a sore arm from throwing rocks. Most of them are up 40 ft or more. I saw enough coconuts to supply the US today. Lot of banana trees too only they are just forming fruit. No ripe ones at all.
Sweetheart, you surely are doing a swell job of keeping the mail coming. Three more today. June 14, 17 & 21. The 21st was a V-mail. You evidently wrote another the same day. We'll see how long it takes to get here. I don't like them even if they are quicker. Only get started and out of paper. I like those nice, long, sweet, loving letters of yours. You can do a good job of loving even at long distance. You're a peach and I love you.
Now for a little business. I sent you some of my excess money today. 77-10. Know what that means? we are paid and all our money is Australian. The same as English. That is 77 pounds, 10 shillings or in good old U.S. money $250.00. I'm having a hell of a time trying to use this money. I've still plenty left and in the next few months will probably send some more. The money may get there before this letter. Do as you please with it. No good to me here. Buy yourself a present and make believe I sent it. I am sending you lots and lots of love all the time, and saving a stock of lots more to bring home with me. I'll have to, to live up to what you tell me in your letters. You're the one laboring under delusion. I like it though and I'll try not to disappoint you. Some of my dreams wouldn't be disappointing, I'll bet.
Bye, Tootsie Wuggles. I'll be seeing you in my dreams. I love you. You're my wife.
Your lover
Norm.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Letter # 410 July 4,1944
New Guinea
Tues. eve.
July 4, 1944
My beautiful;
Fourth of July. Gosh what a difference from some we've known in the past. I had always had a soft spot in my heart for the 4th and in the past seven years it has become a very special holiday. Know why? Sure you do. That was the day at Put-in-Bay that I began to suspect why I always had such a good time when I was with you. Only a month later I asked you and you - Oh, Oh, I forgot. I wasn't going to tease you about that any more. I'll never forget it though. I thought I loved you a lot then. I didn't even know what love was or could be. I think I do now. I love you, darling.
I spent my Fourth afternoon at the beach again. Some stuff huh? Swimming and chasing crabs and things again. The sea is peopled by a multitude of creatures that are strange to me and so must remain nameless. We were hunting for some sort of small snail that has a very hard, smooth, shiny, shell of a cloudy green color. They are rather pretty. I'm making a collection for purposes which you can guess. Such things are about the only souvenirs that I think worth a damn. Nothing here. These snails are clinging to the underside of coral rocks. Wade around in knee deep water with shoes on because of the sharp coral and the crazy forms of animal life that show up is almost unbelievable. The coral rocks have holes all over them, similar to a sponge, and every hole is filled with snails, shells, fish, and lots of things I have no name for. The fish are little fellows, only a couple inches long and very highly colored. Some blue, spotted, red, striped, in fact, almost any way you can think of.
Hope you had a very nice fourth. Bet you were on some sort of picnic or feed. If it was a freezer of ice cream, I envy you. I'm loving you and wishing I could be with you. Can you feel it?
I got two more letters today. June 10 & 13. That only leaves the 14th missing to complete the chain to and including the 16th. Seems to be taking about 2 weeks by air mail. Tell me if the V-mail gets there any quicker. I haven't written you many since I've been here but you can tell by the ones to Vi and the folks.
Now I think I'll answer a couple starting with the 10th.
Honey, you know darn well you can wear any of my clothes you want. I hope you wear the pj's out entirely because I'll never wear them. Will I? Don't think I'll wear many of my clothes now that I am streamlined.
I was wondering about the Co. picture. Was beginning to think I had gotten took. You only mention getting one. I bought two of them. Thought you would enjoy it. I expect I could have sent a complete roster of names but didn't think the ones you hadn't heard about would be very interesting. I've forgotten now where they are in the picture. You'll have to wait until I get home. You should be getting eight snapshots from La. too. We got word that they had been sent today. Your comments about the fellows amused me. You are a good judge of people from their pictures, [all except mine] Remember your first impression of Baker? Well since we've been over here I'm finding out you were right.
I was very sorry I couldn't send Pop a card for his birthday. There weren't any mailboxes where I was then. Honest, I did think of it.
I'm not very much surprised about Bob thinking of getting married. From what little I had heard I rather suspected it. I'm glad you are writing to him. I lost his address so I may enclose a note to him in one of yours and you can send it on or give it to him when he comes home in August. He is young but I don't blame him. It's a great life and no use wasting any time. He's got a good job and very little chance of going to the army so what the hell.
I'm afraid I'm going to waste some paper here tonight. My light is about burned out and I'm too lazy to
refill it.
Bye, Bye sweetheart. I don't seem to have much luck with my sleep dreams of you but I do plenty of day dreaming. I love you sweetheart.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tues. eve.
July 4, 1944
My beautiful;
Fourth of July. Gosh what a difference from some we've known in the past. I had always had a soft spot in my heart for the 4th and in the past seven years it has become a very special holiday. Know why? Sure you do. That was the day at Put-in-Bay that I began to suspect why I always had such a good time when I was with you. Only a month later I asked you and you - Oh, Oh, I forgot. I wasn't going to tease you about that any more. I'll never forget it though. I thought I loved you a lot then. I didn't even know what love was or could be. I think I do now. I love you, darling.
I spent my Fourth afternoon at the beach again. Some stuff huh? Swimming and chasing crabs and things again. The sea is peopled by a multitude of creatures that are strange to me and so must remain nameless. We were hunting for some sort of small snail that has a very hard, smooth, shiny, shell of a cloudy green color. They are rather pretty. I'm making a collection for purposes which you can guess. Such things are about the only souvenirs that I think worth a damn. Nothing here. These snails are clinging to the underside of coral rocks. Wade around in knee deep water with shoes on because of the sharp coral and the crazy forms of animal life that show up is almost unbelievable. The coral rocks have holes all over them, similar to a sponge, and every hole is filled with snails, shells, fish, and lots of things I have no name for. The fish are little fellows, only a couple inches long and very highly colored. Some blue, spotted, red, striped, in fact, almost any way you can think of.
Hope you had a very nice fourth. Bet you were on some sort of picnic or feed. If it was a freezer of ice cream, I envy you. I'm loving you and wishing I could be with you. Can you feel it?
I got two more letters today. June 10 & 13. That only leaves the 14th missing to complete the chain to and including the 16th. Seems to be taking about 2 weeks by air mail. Tell me if the V-mail gets there any quicker. I haven't written you many since I've been here but you can tell by the ones to Vi and the folks.
Now I think I'll answer a couple starting with the 10th.
Honey, you know darn well you can wear any of my clothes you want. I hope you wear the pj's out entirely because I'll never wear them. Will I? Don't think I'll wear many of my clothes now that I am streamlined.
I was wondering about the Co. picture. Was beginning to think I had gotten took. You only mention getting one. I bought two of them. Thought you would enjoy it. I expect I could have sent a complete roster of names but didn't think the ones you hadn't heard about would be very interesting. I've forgotten now where they are in the picture. You'll have to wait until I get home. You should be getting eight snapshots from La. too. We got word that they had been sent today. Your comments about the fellows amused me. You are a good judge of people from their pictures, [all except mine] Remember your first impression of Baker? Well since we've been over here I'm finding out you were right.
I was very sorry I couldn't send Pop a card for his birthday. There weren't any mailboxes where I was then. Honest, I did think of it.
I'm not very much surprised about Bob thinking of getting married. From what little I had heard I rather suspected it. I'm glad you are writing to him. I lost his address so I may enclose a note to him in one of yours and you can send it on or give it to him when he comes home in August. He is young but I don't blame him. It's a great life and no use wasting any time. He's got a good job and very little chance of going to the army so what the hell.
I'm afraid I'm going to waste some paper here tonight. My light is about burned out and I'm too lazy to
refill it.
Bye, Bye sweetheart. I don't seem to have much luck with my sleep dreams of you but I do plenty of day dreaming. I love you sweetheart.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Letter # 409 July 3, 1944
New Guinea
Monday. aft.
July 3, 1944
My Sweetheart;
I missed a day on mail yesterday. I've been lucky and get at least one almost every day. That's swell 'cause I sure like my letters especially the ones from my sweetheart. They are a damn poor way of loving but a long way better than nothing. We never were like lots of couples, did half their courting by letter, so I guess we'll do ours now.
I've taken a break since I started this. Went to the ocean for a swim once more. Swam around for a while and then started hunting shells and chasing crabs and generally teasing all the sea life we could see. Had a lot of fun. I'll do that as often as I can. This ocean business is all new to me and I find it very interesting. Sounds like a vacation doesn't it? Well, maybe it is, but I can't really call it that as long as you aren't around. Sure I have fun and enjoy myself all I can but always there is something missing. I don't like doing things without you. You more than double the enjoyment of anything I do. I guess I'm in love. Think so? I do love you so much honey.
When I came back I had two letters from you. One written May 29 and one June 12. I thought I had all up to June 9, but you fooled me. The one you wrote at Mom's after you had been to the cemetery.
I hadn't thought of where Steve would stay while he was home. Like you, I don't blame him for wanting to be by himself [themselves] in a case like that. I know I wouldn't want to be interrupted especially when he may only be able to be with her a short time before he too is sent over.
I guess I was wrong about the birthday cards. You did send them at the same time. I'm gradually getting all the letters pieced together in rotation. They're all very nice, sweet, brave, and happy letters too. You're a darling. My darling, sweetheart, and Wife. Gee, I'm glad I gotcha! Can't imagine what I would do without you. I love you honey.
Now I'm reading the June 9 letter, written at Vi's the night you stayed there. Vi wrote one too, and of the two, you seemed to be in a little better shape. I believe you are getting so you can actually hold your beer. Vi was complaining that Geo was on the swing shift and she didn't have anyone but you to sleep with. Golly I wouldn't think that anything to complain about. I'd just about break my neck to take her place. It would be a celebration instead of a disappointment. I'd love you and love you and love you. Don't know how much farther I could continue that line. Fill the page maybe.
Go ahead honey and drink all the beer you want only don't get so you can't "float". I like you that way. You know why too. Bye again, sweetheart. I love you and am impatiently waiting for that day.
your hubby.
Norm.
Monday. aft.
July 3, 1944
My Sweetheart;
I missed a day on mail yesterday. I've been lucky and get at least one almost every day. That's swell 'cause I sure like my letters especially the ones from my sweetheart. They are a damn poor way of loving but a long way better than nothing. We never were like lots of couples, did half their courting by letter, so I guess we'll do ours now.
I've taken a break since I started this. Went to the ocean for a swim once more. Swam around for a while and then started hunting shells and chasing crabs and generally teasing all the sea life we could see. Had a lot of fun. I'll do that as often as I can. This ocean business is all new to me and I find it very interesting. Sounds like a vacation doesn't it? Well, maybe it is, but I can't really call it that as long as you aren't around. Sure I have fun and enjoy myself all I can but always there is something missing. I don't like doing things without you. You more than double the enjoyment of anything I do. I guess I'm in love. Think so? I do love you so much honey.
When I came back I had two letters from you. One written May 29 and one June 12. I thought I had all up to June 9, but you fooled me. The one you wrote at Mom's after you had been to the cemetery.
I hadn't thought of where Steve would stay while he was home. Like you, I don't blame him for wanting to be by himself [themselves] in a case like that. I know I wouldn't want to be interrupted especially when he may only be able to be with her a short time before he too is sent over.
I guess I was wrong about the birthday cards. You did send them at the same time. I'm gradually getting all the letters pieced together in rotation. They're all very nice, sweet, brave, and happy letters too. You're a darling. My darling, sweetheart, and Wife. Gee, I'm glad I gotcha! Can't imagine what I would do without you. I love you honey.
Now I'm reading the June 9 letter, written at Vi's the night you stayed there. Vi wrote one too, and of the two, you seemed to be in a little better shape. I believe you are getting so you can actually hold your beer. Vi was complaining that Geo was on the swing shift and she didn't have anyone but you to sleep with. Golly I wouldn't think that anything to complain about. I'd just about break my neck to take her place. It would be a celebration instead of a disappointment. I'd love you and love you and love you. Don't know how much farther I could continue that line. Fill the page maybe.
Go ahead honey and drink all the beer you want only don't get so you can't "float". I like you that way. You know why too. Bye again, sweetheart. I love you and am impatiently waiting for that day.
your hubby.
Norm.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Letter # 408 July 2, 1944
New Guinea
Sunday aft.
July 2, 1944
My beautiful;
Hello honey. How yu' are? I'm swell and still loving you as much as ever. I really don't have much to say today. I'm going to do what I've been trying to do for some time and answer your letters. I'm starting on your May 31 letter now, so you can see how far I have gotten. Terrible aren't I?
Honey, you were wasting a lot of sympathy on me. However I like to have you thinking that way about me. The suspense before moving wasn't nearly as bad as you think. I've gotten used to that in the army and take things pretty much as they come. The only thing I can't get used to is being away from you. That's the hard part. I can't beat it and I don't want to, either.
You can't be any more disappointed over not being able to say "happy birthday" to me than I am. Don't care about the birthday part, but I sure would have liked to see you. You're beautiful you know. Sweet too. Gosh, I love you wifey dear.
Yes, I can imagine how Jean feels, knowing Gus is going to be home. I know how people said you acted and I know how you looked. If I ever saw love and welcome in any face it was on yours. You don't need to think we are any different either. The last days before going are so damn slow going by and all the trains seem to crawl. You have to wait and we try to push things faster.
No need to apologize for writing in pencil. It says the same thing as pen. I like 'em any way or on any thing. There may be a lot of mine in pencil too and I'll expect you to like them. So there too.
I can't quite see myself going out the first day I was home and you not going along. Golf or fishing or anything else could wait. I didn't even care to go much without you when I was home all the time. Gus must like his golf. I like my wife.
I'm glad the old strawberry patch is coming through with a few berries. They usually aren't very nice the second year. I hope I am home in time to take advantage of the ones you are freezing.
Yes, honey, I'm perfectly safe and sound and will be if I can do anything about it so your premonitions are all right.
I'm proud of the way you are taking it. Keep the old chin up and take care of yourself.
You may have been in a doze when we saw "Lady in the Dark", but not any more than I was. I was mad when the show was going on 'cause I couldn't see you. I think I have already told you what I was thinking about that night. It sure as hell wasn't the show or even Ginger's legs. You know what it was.
I have just been going over your letter of the day you saw Steve. Honey, if seeing him could always make you write such sweet letters, I wish you could see him every day.
I had expected he would tell you his guess as to our destination, but seeing I have been able to say, it doesn't matter. Gosh, honey, that was a sweet letter.
We were advised of the invasion of France over the ship's address system. We didn't and haven't had many details like you would get. Bare facts. I bet there was an awful lot of excitement in the cities. A preview of what will happen when the final break comes. That will be something to celebrate about.
I can sympathize with Gus and his red days. He was foolish to go golfing wasn't he?
So you had another little trouble with the old car. Good old Art to the rescue again. We're owing him a lot.
You can keep on telling about the wildlife and everything about the place when you run out of things about you. I like to know all that there stuff.
Now I am up to June 9 so I guess I'll leave the rest for a no letter period. Bye, for today, my lovely. I'm loving you madly. Wish I knew more expressive adjectives.
your lover
Norm.
Sunday aft.
July 2, 1944
My beautiful;
Hello honey. How yu' are? I'm swell and still loving you as much as ever. I really don't have much to say today. I'm going to do what I've been trying to do for some time and answer your letters. I'm starting on your May 31 letter now, so you can see how far I have gotten. Terrible aren't I?
Honey, you were wasting a lot of sympathy on me. However I like to have you thinking that way about me. The suspense before moving wasn't nearly as bad as you think. I've gotten used to that in the army and take things pretty much as they come. The only thing I can't get used to is being away from you. That's the hard part. I can't beat it and I don't want to, either.
You can't be any more disappointed over not being able to say "happy birthday" to me than I am. Don't care about the birthday part, but I sure would have liked to see you. You're beautiful you know. Sweet too. Gosh, I love you wifey dear.
Yes, I can imagine how Jean feels, knowing Gus is going to be home. I know how people said you acted and I know how you looked. If I ever saw love and welcome in any face it was on yours. You don't need to think we are any different either. The last days before going are so damn slow going by and all the trains seem to crawl. You have to wait and we try to push things faster.
No need to apologize for writing in pencil. It says the same thing as pen. I like 'em any way or on any thing. There may be a lot of mine in pencil too and I'll expect you to like them. So there too.
I can't quite see myself going out the first day I was home and you not going along. Golf or fishing or anything else could wait. I didn't even care to go much without you when I was home all the time. Gus must like his golf. I like my wife.
I'm glad the old strawberry patch is coming through with a few berries. They usually aren't very nice the second year. I hope I am home in time to take advantage of the ones you are freezing.
Yes, honey, I'm perfectly safe and sound and will be if I can do anything about it so your premonitions are all right.
I'm proud of the way you are taking it. Keep the old chin up and take care of yourself.
You may have been in a doze when we saw "Lady in the Dark", but not any more than I was. I was mad when the show was going on 'cause I couldn't see you. I think I have already told you what I was thinking about that night. It sure as hell wasn't the show or even Ginger's legs. You know what it was.
I have just been going over your letter of the day you saw Steve. Honey, if seeing him could always make you write such sweet letters, I wish you could see him every day.
I had expected he would tell you his guess as to our destination, but seeing I have been able to say, it doesn't matter. Gosh, honey, that was a sweet letter.
We were advised of the invasion of France over the ship's address system. We didn't and haven't had many details like you would get. Bare facts. I bet there was an awful lot of excitement in the cities. A preview of what will happen when the final break comes. That will be something to celebrate about.
I can sympathize with Gus and his red days. He was foolish to go golfing wasn't he?
So you had another little trouble with the old car. Good old Art to the rescue again. We're owing him a lot.
You can keep on telling about the wildlife and everything about the place when you run out of things about you. I like to know all that there stuff.
Now I am up to June 9 so I guess I'll leave the rest for a no letter period. Bye, for today, my lovely. I'm loving you madly. Wish I knew more expressive adjectives.
your lover
Norm.
Letter # July 1, 1944
New Guinea
Sat. Eve.
July 1, 1944
My Darling;
The first of the month again and pay day. I had a big pay and I've got more money than I can possibly use over here now, so I'm sending some home. Do what you want with it. If you want or need anything don't be afraid to spend it. That is what it's for. The army takes care of sending it. I think it will be this Wed. Tell me when you get it. It'll get there late but you can replace what you had to put out for my insurance and what I had to beg from you last fall. I don't mean that "beg" the way it sounds. I didn't have to beg you for it. You were more than willing and generous. You're sweet and I love you.
I changed my laundry day this week. Did it today. Wasn't as big a job as last week, but still plenty. They don't get so dirty but they sure stink from sweat. All clean again, even me. I had a bath too.
Nothing much to say today. I guess I'll make the rest of this letter comments on yours.
Oh gosh! I did forget one news item. This afternoon the Red Cross visited camp and handed out cold drinks and cake . The drink, some sort of lime juice concoction was good and cold. That is rare down here. The cake was a brown one and damn good. There were also two fairly young white girls. First I'd seen since leaving the states. That was a treat also. So far in my experience the Red Cross gets my vote and appreciation for what they do for the boys.
Gosh, sweetheart. I got another letter today. The one from the 15th. It explains about the letters from Mick. Remember? The 16th came yesterday. You should have her four letters beat a mile. I wrote almost every day. I don't know why, only it seems closer to you when I write. I love you, honey.
I guess you have your wish about requests from me now. Don't ever worry about you not doing something. Just you keep on writing those nice sweet letters all the time and you'll be doing plenty. Your letters really keep me going and I'm not kidding. Next to you in person they are the things I want most.
About the lighters. You'll probably ask why I asked for others. I ran out of wicks and can't get any. The flints are the same as all lighters. It isn't so good here. I can't keep it dry. Sweated wet all the time. That's enough comment on the new letter until I get to it in rotation.
I'll try to control myself enough next time, so I don't break any of your ribs, but no promise about you feeling like you had run into a door. That will all depend. You were all right last spring and it wasn't because of any let up either. You can be sure I don't and won't forget many High lights in my life. You tell me to keep on planning on that honeymoon vacation when I come home. Well there isn't the slightest danger that I will forget it. Something drastic would have to happen to change my plans on that.
Again you mention what we thought had happened last fall. You must really be sold on the idea. I'm willing but I don't know about the able. Anyhow, since you presented Gus Maitland with the last package, you had better be sure and tell me if you change your mind by that time. I won't be expecting to be careful.
Gosh, honey, I hope that vacation isn't too long coming. We'll have so much fun I can't hardly sit still from thinking about it. I could love you and love you and love you right now and for always.
You're wondering, if under the same circumstances, we, Mick and I, would be as nice and accommodating as Art is. I doubt it. He sure is being swell. There is one condition where I think I might be as nice and that is if I had as nice a war widow as Babe to look out for. I think I could better him there. As for the general run, no. No one can help being nice to you, honey. Look how you broke old hard shell me. Gee, Babe, but I love you. I'm glad I gotcha. Night beautiful. I'm loving you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sat. Eve.
July 1, 1944
My Darling;
The first of the month again and pay day. I had a big pay and I've got more money than I can possibly use over here now, so I'm sending some home. Do what you want with it. If you want or need anything don't be afraid to spend it. That is what it's for. The army takes care of sending it. I think it will be this Wed. Tell me when you get it. It'll get there late but you can replace what you had to put out for my insurance and what I had to beg from you last fall. I don't mean that "beg" the way it sounds. I didn't have to beg you for it. You were more than willing and generous. You're sweet and I love you.
I changed my laundry day this week. Did it today. Wasn't as big a job as last week, but still plenty. They don't get so dirty but they sure stink from sweat. All clean again, even me. I had a bath too.
Nothing much to say today. I guess I'll make the rest of this letter comments on yours.
Oh gosh! I did forget one news item. This afternoon the Red Cross visited camp and handed out cold drinks and cake . The drink, some sort of lime juice concoction was good and cold. That is rare down here. The cake was a brown one and damn good. There were also two fairly young white girls. First I'd seen since leaving the states. That was a treat also. So far in my experience the Red Cross gets my vote and appreciation for what they do for the boys.
Gosh, sweetheart. I got another letter today. The one from the 15th. It explains about the letters from Mick. Remember? The 16th came yesterday. You should have her four letters beat a mile. I wrote almost every day. I don't know why, only it seems closer to you when I write. I love you, honey.
I guess you have your wish about requests from me now. Don't ever worry about you not doing something. Just you keep on writing those nice sweet letters all the time and you'll be doing plenty. Your letters really keep me going and I'm not kidding. Next to you in person they are the things I want most.
About the lighters. You'll probably ask why I asked for others. I ran out of wicks and can't get any. The flints are the same as all lighters. It isn't so good here. I can't keep it dry. Sweated wet all the time. That's enough comment on the new letter until I get to it in rotation.
I'll try to control myself enough next time, so I don't break any of your ribs, but no promise about you feeling like you had run into a door. That will all depend. You were all right last spring and it wasn't because of any let up either. You can be sure I don't and won't forget many High lights in my life. You tell me to keep on planning on that honeymoon vacation when I come home. Well there isn't the slightest danger that I will forget it. Something drastic would have to happen to change my plans on that.
Again you mention what we thought had happened last fall. You must really be sold on the idea. I'm willing but I don't know about the able. Anyhow, since you presented Gus Maitland with the last package, you had better be sure and tell me if you change your mind by that time. I won't be expecting to be careful.
Gosh, honey, I hope that vacation isn't too long coming. We'll have so much fun I can't hardly sit still from thinking about it. I could love you and love you and love you right now and for always.
You're wondering, if under the same circumstances, we, Mick and I, would be as nice and accommodating as Art is. I doubt it. He sure is being swell. There is one condition where I think I might be as nice and that is if I had as nice a war widow as Babe to look out for. I think I could better him there. As for the general run, no. No one can help being nice to you, honey. Look how you broke old hard shell me. Gee, Babe, but I love you. I'm glad I gotcha. Night beautiful. I'm loving you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Letter # 406 June 30, 1944
New Guinea
Friday, June 30, '44
My chubby sweetheart;
The last day of June already. Time is flying and every day, week and month is getting that much closer to the time when I'll be home again. Fifteen months already and when I came in I didn't think I'd be gone any longer than that. I sure didn't know what I was talking about. Yesterday aft. Gebby and I went swimming and while we lay there in the cool water with only our heads above water we did a little wishful thinking or dreaming or whatever you want to call it.
We thought it would be swell if, when we come back, we would land on the west coast and be there a week or so, anyhow, long enough for our wives to get there and then we would be free to go back to our reception centers any way we wanted and with no very definite time to get there. Then we could kinda have a honeymoon trip all the way home. We weren't planning to make a foursome. That was only a way of telling it. Now of course that is only a dream and as improbable as dreams usually are, but it's fun to dream about. Wouldn't a trip like that be something? I know I'd like it. A real honeymoon all over again. I'm sure going to keep it in mind and if the opportunity presents itself in any way, you'll sure get a rush call. Can't waste any time without you if I can have you with me. I'll never again object to your coming anyplace. That'll be up to you and if you can't stand it you can always go home again.
That is all just another way of saying I love you, I'm missing you, I'm thinking of you and I wantcha a hell of a lot. How am I doing, honey?
We got our months ration of cigarettes today. Three cartons, also two cigars, and a plug of chewing tobacco. I immediately traded my cigars and chewing tobacco for that many packs of cigarettes. I guess we can't buy any so they are as good as money. Won't hardly be enough for me but it won't hurt a bit to cut down. I smoke too many anyhow. See, I can't even spend any money even if I want to. I should be able to save a little toward that fifth honeymoon. Gives me thrills to even think of it.
Had another show last night and it waited until the show was over to do its raining. It was "Destination Tokyo" I expect you may have seen it. I thought it very good. Another one tonight. We're doing O.K. on our shows anyhow.
I got three letters from you and one from Vi yesterday. The missing one from June 4 and then June 9 and skipped to June 16. They surely don't come in rotation but they get here and that's what counts. You and Vi must have been having quite a night of it. You were quite a bit more coherent than Vi, however.
You mention hearing from Mick. That wasn't bad and you should have the letters I wrote on the boat by now. You poor war widows waiting for mail, is over. Now all you've got to wait for is me. I love you, sweetheart.
I have been saving your letters to answer when I can't think of anything to write. So far I haven't answered many. Guess I better get on the ball. I'm starting on May 27th now.
I'm glad you and Louise are hitting it off so well this time. She must have been off her feed last winter. No honey, I'm not worrying about the wolf situation in your case. I'd trust you anywhere, anyplace, anytime. I can even feel sorry for the "wolf" that would try to get fresh. You are a husky girl when you want to be. You're my wife and we're in love.
Tell your Mom. Thanks a lot for the Gazette. It hasn't caught up to me yet but when it does I'll have a whole armful to read.
I believe you about the lawn not being too much for you, only I want you to understand I'm not expecting you to keep it up unless you want to.
I can agree with Hood when he said you have a darn nice personality but I can't say I like having him say you might not be good looking. If I needed any confirmation of my opinion I have it in the admiring comments of the boys when they see your picture. To me you are more beautiful than any other girl alive. I mean it. I love you, darling.
your hubby.
Norm.
Friday, June 30, '44
My chubby sweetheart;
The last day of June already. Time is flying and every day, week and month is getting that much closer to the time when I'll be home again. Fifteen months already and when I came in I didn't think I'd be gone any longer than that. I sure didn't know what I was talking about. Yesterday aft. Gebby and I went swimming and while we lay there in the cool water with only our heads above water we did a little wishful thinking or dreaming or whatever you want to call it.
We thought it would be swell if, when we come back, we would land on the west coast and be there a week or so, anyhow, long enough for our wives to get there and then we would be free to go back to our reception centers any way we wanted and with no very definite time to get there. Then we could kinda have a honeymoon trip all the way home. We weren't planning to make a foursome. That was only a way of telling it. Now of course that is only a dream and as improbable as dreams usually are, but it's fun to dream about. Wouldn't a trip like that be something? I know I'd like it. A real honeymoon all over again. I'm sure going to keep it in mind and if the opportunity presents itself in any way, you'll sure get a rush call. Can't waste any time without you if I can have you with me. I'll never again object to your coming anyplace. That'll be up to you and if you can't stand it you can always go home again.
That is all just another way of saying I love you, I'm missing you, I'm thinking of you and I wantcha a hell of a lot. How am I doing, honey?
We got our months ration of cigarettes today. Three cartons, also two cigars, and a plug of chewing tobacco. I immediately traded my cigars and chewing tobacco for that many packs of cigarettes. I guess we can't buy any so they are as good as money. Won't hardly be enough for me but it won't hurt a bit to cut down. I smoke too many anyhow. See, I can't even spend any money even if I want to. I should be able to save a little toward that fifth honeymoon. Gives me thrills to even think of it.
Had another show last night and it waited until the show was over to do its raining. It was "Destination Tokyo" I expect you may have seen it. I thought it very good. Another one tonight. We're doing O.K. on our shows anyhow.
I got three letters from you and one from Vi yesterday. The missing one from June 4 and then June 9 and skipped to June 16. They surely don't come in rotation but they get here and that's what counts. You and Vi must have been having quite a night of it. You were quite a bit more coherent than Vi, however.
You mention hearing from Mick. That wasn't bad and you should have the letters I wrote on the boat by now. You poor war widows waiting for mail, is over. Now all you've got to wait for is me. I love you, sweetheart.
I have been saving your letters to answer when I can't think of anything to write. So far I haven't answered many. Guess I better get on the ball. I'm starting on May 27th now.
I'm glad you and Louise are hitting it off so well this time. She must have been off her feed last winter. No honey, I'm not worrying about the wolf situation in your case. I'd trust you anywhere, anyplace, anytime. I can even feel sorry for the "wolf" that would try to get fresh. You are a husky girl when you want to be. You're my wife and we're in love.
Tell your Mom. Thanks a lot for the Gazette. It hasn't caught up to me yet but when it does I'll have a whole armful to read.
I believe you about the lawn not being too much for you, only I want you to understand I'm not expecting you to keep it up unless you want to.
I can agree with Hood when he said you have a darn nice personality but I can't say I like having him say you might not be good looking. If I needed any confirmation of my opinion I have it in the admiring comments of the boys when they see your picture. To me you are more beautiful than any other girl alive. I mean it. I love you, darling.
your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Letter # 405 June 29, 1944
New Guinea
Thurs. aft.
June 29, 1944
Hello Beautiful;
I mean that too. Every time I look at your picture, and I do that frequently, I can't help but think you are a damn good looking girl. I wish I had a picture of you the way you looked that last night in April. As you have phrased it, you just glowed. I never thought about it before, but maybe you were glad to get rid of me. I'm only kidding, honey. I know you weren't. You were only being a very brave girl and giving me a good send off. You did. I'll remember that as long as I will some of the times I came home. You were so sweet I had to get away from you fast so I wouldn't be tempted to tell Uncle Sam to go to hell. I guess I told you how close I came to taking you along at the last minute. If I had known we would be there as long as we were I would have too. It's nice to think about but rather useless now that it is all past. Just another mistake I made.
There is no mistake about my loving you and that's for sure. Gee, I'm glad I gothcha. I wancha all the time. If you knew how much I miss you, you would have a fair idea of how much I love you.
This letter writing business is going to get tough down here. There is so little I can tell you. About all I can do is answer your letters and tell you I love you. Write a lot of things I can comment on or I'll have to resort to some naughty letters and that might embarrass someone.
You mentioned seeing Lt. Slack's name on the censor stamp. I don't think I told you before. He is from Cleveland. Rocky River Drive. He is quite well acquainted with the Medina area and occasionally we have a talk about places and things. When I worked for Stevens I used to peddle eggs past their place.
We are on a schedule now that gives us quite a lot of time off so a-swimming we will go. We have an outdoor picture show three nights a week and that comprises most of the things we do. Last night was the first I had gone to the show. It was slightly reminiscent of the old days when we went either to Creston or North Randall to the shows. If it rained then it didn't make much difference but it rained us out last night in the middle of the show. It was "It Happened Tomorrow". I don't know if it was old or new. Never heard of it before.
Sweetheart, I don't care how "stale or cobwebby" my hoard of sugar gets. It will always be good. Beside, it won't stay stale long. I bring home some stale stuff too.
If. as you say, I'm sadly disillusioned about you being beautiful, I'm going to stay that way. To me you are the "best looker" in all ways and all over, I have ever seen. I've done a lot of looking as you well know, so my opinion should have some value.
Anyhow, and regardless, I'm in love with you and getting deeper and deeper all the time. You're a peach and no fooling. Bye now darling. I'm loving your picture, for want and lack of the real thing. I love you.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thurs. aft.
June 29, 1944
Hello Beautiful;
I mean that too. Every time I look at your picture, and I do that frequently, I can't help but think you are a damn good looking girl. I wish I had a picture of you the way you looked that last night in April. As you have phrased it, you just glowed. I never thought about it before, but maybe you were glad to get rid of me. I'm only kidding, honey. I know you weren't. You were only being a very brave girl and giving me a good send off. You did. I'll remember that as long as I will some of the times I came home. You were so sweet I had to get away from you fast so I wouldn't be tempted to tell Uncle Sam to go to hell. I guess I told you how close I came to taking you along at the last minute. If I had known we would be there as long as we were I would have too. It's nice to think about but rather useless now that it is all past. Just another mistake I made.
There is no mistake about my loving you and that's for sure. Gee, I'm glad I gothcha. I wancha all the time. If you knew how much I miss you, you would have a fair idea of how much I love you.
This letter writing business is going to get tough down here. There is so little I can tell you. About all I can do is answer your letters and tell you I love you. Write a lot of things I can comment on or I'll have to resort to some naughty letters and that might embarrass someone.
You mentioned seeing Lt. Slack's name on the censor stamp. I don't think I told you before. He is from Cleveland. Rocky River Drive. He is quite well acquainted with the Medina area and occasionally we have a talk about places and things. When I worked for Stevens I used to peddle eggs past their place.
We are on a schedule now that gives us quite a lot of time off so a-swimming we will go. We have an outdoor picture show three nights a week and that comprises most of the things we do. Last night was the first I had gone to the show. It was slightly reminiscent of the old days when we went either to Creston or North Randall to the shows. If it rained then it didn't make much difference but it rained us out last night in the middle of the show. It was "It Happened Tomorrow". I don't know if it was old or new. Never heard of it before.
Sweetheart, I don't care how "stale or cobwebby" my hoard of sugar gets. It will always be good. Beside, it won't stay stale long. I bring home some stale stuff too.
If. as you say, I'm sadly disillusioned about you being beautiful, I'm going to stay that way. To me you are the "best looker" in all ways and all over, I have ever seen. I've done a lot of looking as you well know, so my opinion should have some value.
Anyhow, and regardless, I'm in love with you and getting deeper and deeper all the time. You're a peach and no fooling. Bye now darling. I'm loving your picture, for want and lack of the real thing. I love you.
your hubby.
Norm.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Letter # 404 June 28, 1944
New Guinea
Wed, June 28 '44
My lovely wife;
Another hot, damp day but nevertheless, it's another closer to that time we are looking for. From what I hear of the news, things are looking up almost all over. Let's hope they continue looking up and this is over quick. I wouldn't kick a bit if it would end tomorrow and I could start home to you. I love you. You're an enchantress or something.
Nothing much new to tell you about today. I have a stack of letters to answer yet so I think I'll work on them today. I just remembered. There are a couple things I wanted to ask you. In one of Marg's letters she said a little about my mother being sick and kind of left the impression it might be rather serious. I have noticed that you have been there frequently and haven't mentioned it, so I gather there must not be anything wrong. I imagine I got a different impression than Marg intended to convey. How about it?
The other thing is another request. I need air mail stationery and can't seem to get it. Only the paper. I can get the stamped envelope easier than the stamps. Send a couple months supply if you think of it. See, I told you you would have to take care of me even though I'm far away from you. It goes without saying that it isn't the kind of care I prefer. I like the more intimate, personal kind of care you used to dish out. I'm going to need an awful lot of that kind of care. I'm hungry for it and will be hurtin bad. Maybe you think you have had trouble with a classroom of kids. Wait until you have to try to disipline me. I'll be worse than all of them and I'll expect to be your pet as well as get some petting. I'm in love with my big, beautiful wife. Need some proof? Just wait a while and you'll get plenty of proof. I'll be wild and hard to tame, so save a little of your energy for that time. I'm betting that time will be for good so it won't be only a week or so and then goodbye again. A couple more like that would nearly kill me. It hurt like hell to leave you this last time. You looked so damn nice, I'll always remember it. Brave girl too. I'm proud of you.
I'm not really worrying about my 27 year old Babe, who says she isn't exactly a baby. But you can't expect me not to wonder a bit. I do think of you a lot and wonder how you are getting along and what you're doing. No, I don't really worry. I just dream. Mostly about you and us and what we will do after.
I hope you didn't wait all this time to take your trip. It would help a lot if you had something like that on while your mailbox continued to be empty. That waiting to hear something must be devilish hard for you. Poor Mummy. Gets all the bumps and I can't help a bit. I can only tell you. I love you.
Those iris you say are so pretty. I don't doubt it, but after the way we treated them, I don't see how they ever did it. If you want them along the west side of the garage, you can sure have them there. I think I told you before that the flowers are up to you. Only now, I'll agree to help you with them as much as I can. I told you I was changing. As for the tennis court, I hope to hell we aren't to old by the time I get home. The way I feel now, I'll be good for 40 years yet.
You better leave the part about it being a good thing for our kids until you have something to go on. Anyhow, you seem to have the idea or desire and I'm rather surprised to find I agree with it now. There's something to look forward to. I'm changed. I think last fall when you scared me, I kinda got used to the idea and rather liked it. I'm still glad, under the conditions, that it was only a scare.
I'm glad to hear that everything is growing so nicely. At least that part of our home is going on uninterrupted.
You damn betcha you're stuck for the duration. We both are and for a long time after that, only I don't think "stuck" is the word. I like this and I surely don't like being stuck. I wasn't either. I got the best of this bargain I'm thinking. I got a perfectly swell wife. Bye, sweetheart, I'm loving and missing you every minute of the day and at night. -- well, you can use your imagination.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Wed, June 28 '44
My lovely wife;
Another hot, damp day but nevertheless, it's another closer to that time we are looking for. From what I hear of the news, things are looking up almost all over. Let's hope they continue looking up and this is over quick. I wouldn't kick a bit if it would end tomorrow and I could start home to you. I love you. You're an enchantress or something.
Nothing much new to tell you about today. I have a stack of letters to answer yet so I think I'll work on them today. I just remembered. There are a couple things I wanted to ask you. In one of Marg's letters she said a little about my mother being sick and kind of left the impression it might be rather serious. I have noticed that you have been there frequently and haven't mentioned it, so I gather there must not be anything wrong. I imagine I got a different impression than Marg intended to convey. How about it?
The other thing is another request. I need air mail stationery and can't seem to get it. Only the paper. I can get the stamped envelope easier than the stamps. Send a couple months supply if you think of it. See, I told you you would have to take care of me even though I'm far away from you. It goes without saying that it isn't the kind of care I prefer. I like the more intimate, personal kind of care you used to dish out. I'm going to need an awful lot of that kind of care. I'm hungry for it and will be hurtin bad. Maybe you think you have had trouble with a classroom of kids. Wait until you have to try to disipline me. I'll be worse than all of them and I'll expect to be your pet as well as get some petting. I'm in love with my big, beautiful wife. Need some proof? Just wait a while and you'll get plenty of proof. I'll be wild and hard to tame, so save a little of your energy for that time. I'm betting that time will be for good so it won't be only a week or so and then goodbye again. A couple more like that would nearly kill me. It hurt like hell to leave you this last time. You looked so damn nice, I'll always remember it. Brave girl too. I'm proud of you.
I'm not really worrying about my 27 year old Babe, who says she isn't exactly a baby. But you can't expect me not to wonder a bit. I do think of you a lot and wonder how you are getting along and what you're doing. No, I don't really worry. I just dream. Mostly about you and us and what we will do after.
I hope you didn't wait all this time to take your trip. It would help a lot if you had something like that on while your mailbox continued to be empty. That waiting to hear something must be devilish hard for you. Poor Mummy. Gets all the bumps and I can't help a bit. I can only tell you. I love you.
Those iris you say are so pretty. I don't doubt it, but after the way we treated them, I don't see how they ever did it. If you want them along the west side of the garage, you can sure have them there. I think I told you before that the flowers are up to you. Only now, I'll agree to help you with them as much as I can. I told you I was changing. As for the tennis court, I hope to hell we aren't to old by the time I get home. The way I feel now, I'll be good for 40 years yet.
You better leave the part about it being a good thing for our kids until you have something to go on. Anyhow, you seem to have the idea or desire and I'm rather surprised to find I agree with it now. There's something to look forward to. I'm changed. I think last fall when you scared me, I kinda got used to the idea and rather liked it. I'm still glad, under the conditions, that it was only a scare.
I'm glad to hear that everything is growing so nicely. At least that part of our home is going on uninterrupted.
You damn betcha you're stuck for the duration. We both are and for a long time after that, only I don't think "stuck" is the word. I like this and I surely don't like being stuck. I wasn't either. I got the best of this bargain I'm thinking. I got a perfectly swell wife. Bye, sweetheart, I'm loving and missing you every minute of the day and at night. -- well, you can use your imagination.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 403 June 27, 1944
New Guinea
Tues, June 27, '44
My Darling;
Hi, Babe, you old sweetheart. I love you. I was just thinking. As I'm writing this it is noon on Tues. here and you are probably just finishing supper on Monday. We get the new day first and then it comes around to you. Funny isn't it?
Today I had another new and not too pleasant experience. We were out in the jungle hewing a workbench out of a log. We got two nice five inch thick by two feet wide planks all cut out and then started to carry them out to the road. Except for stumbling over logs and vines and getting all tangled up we got it out all right and went back for the other. Instead of going the long way like we had with the first, I thought we could save some work by going another way. All that seemed to be in our way was a narrow tangle of brush which I thought we could throw the plank over and then go around and pick it up. We threw it but it didn't quite go over. Went around and tramped in to where we could reach it and found we were in the middle of an ant hill. The ants are only about the size of ours at home. That's as far as the resemblance goes. They are red and vicious. I think I moved as fast as I have ever moved getting out of there and then I guess I looked like a windmill for the next five minutes, trying to get the ornery devils off me. They bite like hell but no lasting effects. That taught me a lesson I won't forget for a bit. I'll look before I step next time.
Had the afternoon off and took a trip for a swim in the ocean. I wanted to try it once so I went. Nice, sandy beach, quiet, clear water and gosh is it easy to swim in. Bet you could even swim in it. I can lay on my back and float like a log. I think I could stay afloat several hours in salt water. Don't care much for the taste of it though. It was fun and very refreshing. The scenery isn't much in comparison to other beaches I've been on. No cute little tricks to look at and talk about. Only G.I.'s.
When I came back I had two more letters from you. Two of the missing ones, June 6 & 7. That only leaves the one from the 5th and the chain will be complete to the 9th. That isn't so good and yet I guess we can't expect very much more. It's a hell of a long way home and I don't mean maybe.
I'll make a few comments on your letter of the 27th. You can double the cussing you did when you couldn't come to meet me. I was very skeptical but I was hoping up until nearly the last. That was so much to hope for that I couldn't give it up. I couldn't ask for anything better than that three weeks at Knox. The best of my army life by a long way. Gosh, honey, you were so nice to come home to. I even used to miss dinner so I could get there sooner. Gosh what might have been.
I do love you so much darling. I can't begin to tell you how much. You'll have to wait till I can show you and may it be soon. Night, sweetheart, I love you. You're my wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tues, June 27, '44
My Darling;
Hi, Babe, you old sweetheart. I love you. I was just thinking. As I'm writing this it is noon on Tues. here and you are probably just finishing supper on Monday. We get the new day first and then it comes around to you. Funny isn't it?
Today I had another new and not too pleasant experience. We were out in the jungle hewing a workbench out of a log. We got two nice five inch thick by two feet wide planks all cut out and then started to carry them out to the road. Except for stumbling over logs and vines and getting all tangled up we got it out all right and went back for the other. Instead of going the long way like we had with the first, I thought we could save some work by going another way. All that seemed to be in our way was a narrow tangle of brush which I thought we could throw the plank over and then go around and pick it up. We threw it but it didn't quite go over. Went around and tramped in to where we could reach it and found we were in the middle of an ant hill. The ants are only about the size of ours at home. That's as far as the resemblance goes. They are red and vicious. I think I moved as fast as I have ever moved getting out of there and then I guess I looked like a windmill for the next five minutes, trying to get the ornery devils off me. They bite like hell but no lasting effects. That taught me a lesson I won't forget for a bit. I'll look before I step next time.
Had the afternoon off and took a trip for a swim in the ocean. I wanted to try it once so I went. Nice, sandy beach, quiet, clear water and gosh is it easy to swim in. Bet you could even swim in it. I can lay on my back and float like a log. I think I could stay afloat several hours in salt water. Don't care much for the taste of it though. It was fun and very refreshing. The scenery isn't much in comparison to other beaches I've been on. No cute little tricks to look at and talk about. Only G.I.'s.
When I came back I had two more letters from you. Two of the missing ones, June 6 & 7. That only leaves the one from the 5th and the chain will be complete to the 9th. That isn't so good and yet I guess we can't expect very much more. It's a hell of a long way home and I don't mean maybe.
I'll make a few comments on your letter of the 27th. You can double the cussing you did when you couldn't come to meet me. I was very skeptical but I was hoping up until nearly the last. That was so much to hope for that I couldn't give it up. I couldn't ask for anything better than that three weeks at Knox. The best of my army life by a long way. Gosh, honey, you were so nice to come home to. I even used to miss dinner so I could get there sooner. Gosh what might have been.
I do love you so much darling. I can't begin to tell you how much. You'll have to wait till I can show you and may it be soon. Night, sweetheart, I love you. You're my wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Letter # 402 June 26.1944
New Guinea
June 26, 1944
Monday.
My darling wife;
Hello beautiful. How we doing today? O.K. I hope. Might even be that you are on your New York trip. I hope you didn't want to hear from me 'cause if you did you might miss your trip. That would be too bad. Have a good time, honey. You've got it coming.
Don't worry about the army doctor's advice to the soldier. It might be very good advice but as far as my experience goes, not at all necessary. Just not as contented as might be. I'll be the same as I always have been. All for you and you alone. You better treat me nice when I do get home or no telling what I might do. You still don't seem to realize that I love you and am going to keep on loving you. You're a sweet old devil.
I sure would have liked to see you playing ball at the school picnic. I bet that was good. If you're as stiff and sore as you say, I'd think you really got into it. Remember how I used to like to watch you play tennis? For some reason I spent more time watching other things than the ball. Of course, I imagine your kids are a little young to appreciate it like I did.
I was interested to know if I was writing much that could be censored. I didn't think so and from what you say, I must not have been.
Don't be too hard on the "parkers" in our drive. After all it is a good secluded spot and maybe they aren't as fortunate in having trusting parents as we were. Good old days, but we've had better since and will have again.
I thought you should get a little laugh out of the story about cleaning my teeth. That girl dentist was "built" and if you recall how a dentist has to lean over and against you, you can imagine my predicament. I didn't know whether to be a gentleman or take a bite. It was tempting to say the least. Then I remembered I was a married man. I would probably have had all my teeth knocked out anyway, so I didn't. I'll save it until I'm sure I won't be slapped down. Watch out honey, I'm speaking of you.
The reason you see so many censor names is all the company officers take a part in it.
Yes, Decoration Day was a bit different from a lot of them we can remember. I was taking my usual trip but I can't say I was really enjoying it. Not even as much as last year. I went to Lake Charles, remember? It was my first time out of camp and I was lost without you being with me. I still am. I won't feel all together again until I get back to you and know I don't have to leave anymore. That's how much you mean to me.
Well darling, I'm getting a few of your letters answered. Bye, sweetheart. I love you with all my strength and everything.
your lover
Norm.
June 26, 1944
Monday.
My darling wife;
Hello beautiful. How we doing today? O.K. I hope. Might even be that you are on your New York trip. I hope you didn't want to hear from me 'cause if you did you might miss your trip. That would be too bad. Have a good time, honey. You've got it coming.
Don't worry about the army doctor's advice to the soldier. It might be very good advice but as far as my experience goes, not at all necessary. Just not as contented as might be. I'll be the same as I always have been. All for you and you alone. You better treat me nice when I do get home or no telling what I might do. You still don't seem to realize that I love you and am going to keep on loving you. You're a sweet old devil.
I sure would have liked to see you playing ball at the school picnic. I bet that was good. If you're as stiff and sore as you say, I'd think you really got into it. Remember how I used to like to watch you play tennis? For some reason I spent more time watching other things than the ball. Of course, I imagine your kids are a little young to appreciate it like I did.
I was interested to know if I was writing much that could be censored. I didn't think so and from what you say, I must not have been.
Don't be too hard on the "parkers" in our drive. After all it is a good secluded spot and maybe they aren't as fortunate in having trusting parents as we were. Good old days, but we've had better since and will have again.
I thought you should get a little laugh out of the story about cleaning my teeth. That girl dentist was "built" and if you recall how a dentist has to lean over and against you, you can imagine my predicament. I didn't know whether to be a gentleman or take a bite. It was tempting to say the least. Then I remembered I was a married man. I would probably have had all my teeth knocked out anyway, so I didn't. I'll save it until I'm sure I won't be slapped down. Watch out honey, I'm speaking of you.
The reason you see so many censor names is all the company officers take a part in it.
Yes, Decoration Day was a bit different from a lot of them we can remember. I was taking my usual trip but I can't say I was really enjoying it. Not even as much as last year. I went to Lake Charles, remember? It was my first time out of camp and I was lost without you being with me. I still am. I won't feel all together again until I get back to you and know I don't have to leave anymore. That's how much you mean to me.
Well darling, I'm getting a few of your letters answered. Bye, sweetheart. I love you with all my strength and everything.
your lover
Norm.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Letter # June 25, 1944
New Guinea
Sun. June 25, 1944
Hello Sweetheart;
Another day. It should be Monday by the look of things around this tent. We mechanics have been doing our washing. The first one in nearly a month and boy is it a dandy. All of us had everything we owned dirty. I dumped the old sweaty ones out of a barracks bag and then needed a clothespin on my nose to handle them. They were bad to affect me that way. We cut a gasoline drum in half, set it over a trench, and built a fire under it. Let them boil for about a half an hour and they looked, smelled, and felt an awful lot better. That is wash day.
We had a very good chicken dinner today. In lots of ways we are better off than at Polk,only the powers that be don't seem to realize that we aren't supposed to be a parade outfit. I'm hoping they soon realize that they are only the same as the rest of us. All here to do a job and do that job in the most efficient manner possible. Keep all the "chicken shit" for the home outfits.
That's enough bitching for one day. I guess I'm a little homesick, but not much. I am missing you an awful lot and that is probably the biggest reason I have for discontent. I'm getting plenty to eat, plenty of sleep, and fresh air and am feeling swell.
I've got to go to work now so I'll finish this later. I love you darling. Did you know? I haven't been telling you very much lately, but I do. So there too.
Hi darling;
I'm all through now so I'll try to get a couple more of your letters answered. From the sound of things they must be holding your mail up someplace along the line. I had at that time been writing every day and they shouldn't come in bunches a week apart. Another one of the armies' efficient methods. I guess the main thing is that you get them. Mail has been coming in pretty good over here. I've had two bunches so far. I guess I haven't commented on the birthday cards. They were nice. I can see that you found the one similar to the Christmas one after you had already sent the other one. It's cute. Gee, I'm glad I gotcha, honey. You're a sweet girl and I love you so much.
The explanation about that never to be forgotten night is accepted and I won't tease you very much more about only grunting and going back to sleep. You devil. I never will quite be able to forgive you for disappointing me so much. Good thing it was only a week. Probably wouldn't have been that long if I hadn't gone fishing for a week. You acted as I expected you to when I came back. I'm expecting as nice or better welcome this time too. Think so?
You can rest at ease about my looking on the other side of the fence. Down here one look is plenty. Don't want any more. I'm as safe as though locked up as long as I'm here. In any case, I have never cheated so why start now? Hell honey, I love you and I'll wait for you.
You don't need to worry about me loosing my figure. That belly I started is all gone and will stay gone as long as I'm in the tropics. Hot weather is a mighty fine reducer. I'd sooner take the diet method though. Remember it? 20 lbs in three weeks.
Honey, the beer you talk about sounds plenty good but the reaction you mention sounds a lot more interesting. I'd go without beer or any drinks for the rest of my life for that. Gosh, it gives me the wiggles just to think about it. I could go for a lot of your brand of loving any time now and for always.
I've told you many times. Have all the fun you can. If you can get it from a few bottles of beer, why, go to it. I'm not worrying a bit about what you do. You can be trusted. I know.
I'd have liked to see you in your new green polka dot outfit. You got it for me to see, but - if it looks half as good as that black job, what you would do to me would be something. I still maintain you can be very beautiful and glamorous when you want or be just a homey, comfortable girl at other times. Sweetheart. you'll always be beautiful to me. I mean it. Bye for today my beautiful. I'm loving you as always.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sun. June 25, 1944
Hello Sweetheart;
Another day. It should be Monday by the look of things around this tent. We mechanics have been doing our washing. The first one in nearly a month and boy is it a dandy. All of us had everything we owned dirty. I dumped the old sweaty ones out of a barracks bag and then needed a clothespin on my nose to handle them. They were bad to affect me that way. We cut a gasoline drum in half, set it over a trench, and built a fire under it. Let them boil for about a half an hour and they looked, smelled, and felt an awful lot better. That is wash day.
We had a very good chicken dinner today. In lots of ways we are better off than at Polk,only the powers that be don't seem to realize that we aren't supposed to be a parade outfit. I'm hoping they soon realize that they are only the same as the rest of us. All here to do a job and do that job in the most efficient manner possible. Keep all the "chicken shit" for the home outfits.
That's enough bitching for one day. I guess I'm a little homesick, but not much. I am missing you an awful lot and that is probably the biggest reason I have for discontent. I'm getting plenty to eat, plenty of sleep, and fresh air and am feeling swell.
I've got to go to work now so I'll finish this later. I love you darling. Did you know? I haven't been telling you very much lately, but I do. So there too.
Hi darling;
I'm all through now so I'll try to get a couple more of your letters answered. From the sound of things they must be holding your mail up someplace along the line. I had at that time been writing every day and they shouldn't come in bunches a week apart. Another one of the armies' efficient methods. I guess the main thing is that you get them. Mail has been coming in pretty good over here. I've had two bunches so far. I guess I haven't commented on the birthday cards. They were nice. I can see that you found the one similar to the Christmas one after you had already sent the other one. It's cute. Gee, I'm glad I gotcha, honey. You're a sweet girl and I love you so much.
The explanation about that never to be forgotten night is accepted and I won't tease you very much more about only grunting and going back to sleep. You devil. I never will quite be able to forgive you for disappointing me so much. Good thing it was only a week. Probably wouldn't have been that long if I hadn't gone fishing for a week. You acted as I expected you to when I came back. I'm expecting as nice or better welcome this time too. Think so?
You can rest at ease about my looking on the other side of the fence. Down here one look is plenty. Don't want any more. I'm as safe as though locked up as long as I'm here. In any case, I have never cheated so why start now? Hell honey, I love you and I'll wait for you.
You don't need to worry about me loosing my figure. That belly I started is all gone and will stay gone as long as I'm in the tropics. Hot weather is a mighty fine reducer. I'd sooner take the diet method though. Remember it? 20 lbs in three weeks.
Honey, the beer you talk about sounds plenty good but the reaction you mention sounds a lot more interesting. I'd go without beer or any drinks for the rest of my life for that. Gosh, it gives me the wiggles just to think about it. I could go for a lot of your brand of loving any time now and for always.
I've told you many times. Have all the fun you can. If you can get it from a few bottles of beer, why, go to it. I'm not worrying a bit about what you do. You can be trusted. I know.
I'd have liked to see you in your new green polka dot outfit. You got it for me to see, but - if it looks half as good as that black job, what you would do to me would be something. I still maintain you can be very beautiful and glamorous when you want or be just a homey, comfortable girl at other times. Sweetheart. you'll always be beautiful to me. I mean it. Bye for today my beautiful. I'm loving you as always.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 400 June 24, 1944
New Guinea
Sat. June 24
My darling;
I'm going to start writing on regular air mail. I was lucky enough to get some air mail envelopes and I have a few sheets of assorted paper left yet. I expect we'll be able to get some more soon. It's raining now and I'm taking advantage of the time. The days are so short, light at 6 A.M. and dark at 6 P.M. It doesn't give a whole lot of time to write unless I do it by camp fire and that is hot business.
Don't loose any sleep over my living conditions. Getting fed as good as at Polk and I like camping better than barracks. Had pancakes for breakfast. How's that?
Here's an interesting thought. Unless I move I will entirely miss the summer of "44. It is supposed to be winter down here now ??? Not the kind of winter I like by a long way. I'll still take a little snow and ice with my winters.
I expect I'll be sending some money home now and then. No use for it here. Don't think I could spend $10.00 a month. Things like cigarettes are either issued or only cost $.45 a carton.
Now I'm going to start answering a few of your letters before I get so many I can never catch up.
This is funny, just answering your May 23 letter. Bet you can't remember so long what you have written. I'll try to remember and explain. I love you. Does that need any explaining?
Norman W. Effinger
I can well imagine that you are very much relieved to have school over, as you say, for good. You sometimes do a bit of bitching and don't mean it, but I think you did mean part of that. I'm glad you're through and hope you like the library job, ink, glue, dusty books, and all. At least you ought to be able to have most any book you want to read. You can maybe satiate your excess by reading good books. Some satisfaction ain't it?
You speak of your "package" of mail. You should really have a bundle of it this time. I didn't write every day but I have most of them. The trouble is most of them are V-mail and they don't seem very personal to me. How about it?
I can't give you any reason why Carl Wacker is at Fort Knox. Things never seem logical in this business. More power to him. All I can do is envy him and I'm doing that plenty. It hurts to even think of what would be if I was in his shoes. You would be there and I would come home every night. Gosh, what more could a man want. That would be plenty for me. I'm still remembering last summer. Damn it. Boy how nice that was. I guess I'll end this and get it sent off. Tomorrow being Sunday maybe I can really write a letter. Night sweetheart, I'm loving you and missing you like everything. Some day we'll make up for some of what we are missing now. I love you darling wife.
your hubby
Norm.
Sat. June 24
My darling;
I'm going to start writing on regular air mail. I was lucky enough to get some air mail envelopes and I have a few sheets of assorted paper left yet. I expect we'll be able to get some more soon. It's raining now and I'm taking advantage of the time. The days are so short, light at 6 A.M. and dark at 6 P.M. It doesn't give a whole lot of time to write unless I do it by camp fire and that is hot business.
Don't loose any sleep over my living conditions. Getting fed as good as at Polk and I like camping better than barracks. Had pancakes for breakfast. How's that?
Here's an interesting thought. Unless I move I will entirely miss the summer of "44. It is supposed to be winter down here now ??? Not the kind of winter I like by a long way. I'll still take a little snow and ice with my winters.
I expect I'll be sending some money home now and then. No use for it here. Don't think I could spend $10.00 a month. Things like cigarettes are either issued or only cost $.45 a carton.
Now I'm going to start answering a few of your letters before I get so many I can never catch up.
This is funny, just answering your May 23 letter. Bet you can't remember so long what you have written. I'll try to remember and explain. I love you. Does that need any explaining?
Norman W. Effinger
I can well imagine that you are very much relieved to have school over, as you say, for good. You sometimes do a bit of bitching and don't mean it, but I think you did mean part of that. I'm glad you're through and hope you like the library job, ink, glue, dusty books, and all. At least you ought to be able to have most any book you want to read. You can maybe satiate your excess by reading good books. Some satisfaction ain't it?
You speak of your "package" of mail. You should really have a bundle of it this time. I didn't write every day but I have most of them. The trouble is most of them are V-mail and they don't seem very personal to me. How about it?
I can't give you any reason why Carl Wacker is at Fort Knox. Things never seem logical in this business. More power to him. All I can do is envy him and I'm doing that plenty. It hurts to even think of what would be if I was in his shoes. You would be there and I would come home every night. Gosh, what more could a man want. That would be plenty for me. I'm still remembering last summer. Damn it. Boy how nice that was. I guess I'll end this and get it sent off. Tomorrow being Sunday maybe I can really write a letter. Night sweetheart, I'm loving you and missing you like everything. Some day we'll make up for some of what we are missing now. I love you darling wife.
your hubby
Norm.
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