New Guinea
Tues. eve
Aug, 8, 1944
Hi Legs;
I'm still looking at that picture and showing it too. I like it. You're a tease and a devil. I love you like that. I can see that "look" on your face. Wish I had been there. I'd have taken some of the tease out of you.
Got another letter today. July 29th. It was mailed the 31st so that's about as good service as we'll ever get, I'd think. I'm glad to hear you finally got the money. I was beginning to wonder a bit. That money is precious. It's part of our post war vacation. If you won't spend it yourself we'll spend it together or use it for something we both want. I wish though honey, you'd buy yourself something for an anniversary present out of it. I can't send you anything but written protestations of love this year. I'll be sending oceans of them all the time. Do that, will you please? I love you.
You said you couldn't recognize Gebby in the mechanics picture. You're right. He wasn't there. He was more thoughtful than I and was slipping a call through to his wife when the picture was taken. I can't remember how the officers were seated in the big pictures. Someplace in the outfit there is a complete roster. I'll see if I can find it and send it to you.
This deluge of mail the past few days has everyone feeling good. Who says, "An army fights on its stomach"? From indications I'd say it was letters from home. They may not be as lasting as plenty to eat, but to this guy, at least, they are a wonderful help.
I'm not the only one either. I was talking with Leo tonight. He hadn't had any letters for over two weeks and yesterday he got 15 all at once. Sure made him feel good. His wife is doing fine and expecting in about a month. By the way. I showed your leg appeal picture to him. Remember now. He is a teacher and also a good Catholic. He looked more than once and said, "Doesn't that make you wish you were back home?" Rather expressive I'd say.
The army is offering correspondence courses in almost every kind of subject and Leo has asked for another pre-college course. Just to keep from getting rusty he says. Here is the meat of this long story. He is expecting to go to Ohio State for his doctors degree after the war. Might be we'd meet again someday. He hasn't quite got his masters yet, but says he only has a few hours work left on it. That's the kind of men the army uses for corporals. Know more than most officers of any rank.
I must quit gabbing and answer a few of these many letters I have here. July 8. I'm sorry if I was "a bit vague and far away" that last night in Cleveland. I was trying not to be and thought I was fooling you. I should have known you'd see through me. Guess you always have. I was very much afraid and still not admitting it to myself, that it was apt to be a hell of a long time until I'd see you again. You'll just have to excuse me. Leaving you for only a few days is bad enough to say nothing of months and - well, who knows? I couldn't be as brave about it as you were and have been all the time. You're wonderful, sweetheart. I love you so much. We did have a splendid evening which I'll never forget. You can read again that June 11 letter. I knew I was getting as close to expressing what I really felt, in that one, as I have ever been able to do. I was really loving you.
No, we never really had a storm on the crossing. Mostly calm, clear weather. The sea sickness was all over the first half day for me. A few weren't so lucky and were sick nearly a week.
Now a jump to July 18. Another day you wrote two. You're over working yourself I'm afraid, but am I kicking? I should say not. I love 'em. This is the one that had the picture. Either you have a poor sense of value or you're only teasing for compliments. You say, "Aside from the legs it isn't a bad picture." "What do you think?" I guess I've expressed my opinion a couple times already but I'll say it again. Even in the days before I was in the habit of telling you, I remember complimenting your legs as well as some other parts. They're damn good pins. I'll look at them any time I get a chance. To me they are the nicest legs I've ever seen. So there too.
Now you're teasing me about not being man enough to take the chewing tobacco. If it takes a man, I'm a very small boy. Even if I could take it, I wouldn't. It's so damn dirty and I saw so much of it, it still is revolting, even out here in the wilds.
Don't worry your pretty head about the irregularity of the letters. I keep them all and go over them when they are complete. That way I pick up what I miss as they come.
I thought maybe being away would make Gus realize that he did have a damn nice wife. It really brought it home to me and it will stick. In his case it apparently hasn't had much affect. I always could see that he was too interested in other girls for a married man. Marriage can be so grand too if given a chance. We know. Don't we? To look at a lot of other couples, it doesn't seem to be the style anymore. Who wants to be in style? I'm happy this way and always will be. I love you.
I wasn't very good at telling or showing in public, but I think you always had an idea how I felt. I'll tell you and show you until you're tired of it.
I'm glad you liked the artistic attempt. It wasn't as good as you say it was, but so long as you liked it I'm satisfied. All the swimming and ball playing are curbing production along that line. I'll make another attempt someday. Don't expect any improvement 'cause I'm very temperamental as an artist.
About the feet pictures you sent Jim and I. He's still a piker if it really comes to a question of how quick it can be accomplished. A half minute or less would do the job the first time, but to me, that isn't much fun. I like to take it slow and make it last. So wonderful I never want to end it even if for only a break and then back to work. Remember? I sure do. Every one is something special to remember.
Here it is, time to quit already. Night, sweetheart. I love you. You're my wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Letter # 444 August 7, 1944
New Guinea
Monday eve.
Aug 7, 1944
My Darling wife;
Gosh, I must have been living right or something. Anyhow, I got nine letters today. Seven from the sweetest girl in the world and one from John & Mable and one from Mom & Hazel. Here are the dates from you.
2 from July 8, one each from the 18, 24, 25 [two again] and one from the 27th. Gosh, honey, you simply snow me under. Writing two in one day is too much for me. I'm not kicking, though, if you want to. I like 'em by the ton.
I've been having almost a home coming here, reading all your sweet letters. Had about an hour of the best entertainment I've had in some time. I'd miss a show anytime to read your letters. Even do it to write one to you once in a while. I really must be in love. I've got it bad, and am I glad. I'd hate to think what I'd be like if you hadn't come along. Maybe a grouchy old bachelor or maybe I'd be married to some female that wouldn't be worth her salt. Gosh am I lucky! I love you, honey.
I talked a bit too quick about the picture you sent me not showing nearly enough of your many charms. Today, I got one that does a pretty good job. The one where you are sitting on Mick's barracks bag against the corner of the house. You devil. I can just see by the expression on your face that you think you're being cute and anticipating what I would say about it. You were getting a kick out of it, but not nearly as big a kick as I get, Gosh, I sure wish I was there by you. You got plenty of what it takes and what I like and miss so much. Damn good looking girl.
I showed John Clarius the picture. The reaction was one of those whistles. You know the kind. A whistle can't anywhere near vent my feelings. I could just about tear the place apart. See what only a picture of you does to me? Think what will really happen when it's really you, instead of only a picture. That picture goes on the side of my table where I can look at it often. Might cause a dream or two also.
John Dulaney sent the pictures he took of he and I, and Harold and I, when I was home this spring. Remember I told you about him having my cap and coat on. That's a scream. Looks like he was in a tent. Some John.
I've got so many letters to answer I hardly know where to start. I have one from the 22nd partially answered so I'll finish it and then start with the oldest and work up.
Gee, honey. you can send me some more pictures like that. Can't put it down long enough to write. That can be taken another way. We both love you and miss you. Going to be a "hard" night tonight.
No, sweetheart I won't mind a bit if you wake me up out of a sound sleep, but you'll have to excuse me if I can't quite believe it until shown. I'm remembering back, and even considering the recent thrilling change in you, it's hard to imagine.
Remember a trip started on Sept 8, four years ago? We didn't quite make our planned destination and stayed at a small tourist cabin. Room only big enough for the bed. Eventually, we went to sleep and I woke early, at four, if I remember correctly. Yes, you were nice, but I still remember your comment and I've respected that comment ever since. I'm more than willing to forget it any time you even hint that I may. I'll be waiting to be shown and I'll love it! I'm really anxious to try new things any time.
From the reports, you are really going out of your way to send me boxes. You're sweet to do so many nice things for me. You can be sure I'll be glad to get them. Keep up the good work on the film, darling. I know it's darn hard to get and can appreciate all you're doing. Don't worry I won't throw any of it to the fishes. If we move it may get lost but I'll never throw it away.
It's funny, you keep telling me to ask for things and I keep telling you not to send too much. I guess we both mean it. We'll compromise. I'll ask for things and trust you not to overdo it or spend too much on the things. If you do I'll quit asking. So there too. My requests will mostly be the same, but as you say, you can use a request to send anything up to the limit.
Here's another while I'm thinking of it. Smoking tobacco and pipe. Cigarette lighter, air mail stationery and anything to eat. I would guess it to take at least two months for packages to get here.
Sweetheart, I know your chin's up and I'm very proud of you. Everyone that writes me says you are being so brave about it all, it amazes them. You're super special.
Now back to July 8. Gosh, honey, this is some pile of letters.
Beats me why two change of address forms were sent. I filled one out before we left and the one with the note I filled out on the boat. Thought that would be the first one you got. More army.
This is where you told of Marg's operation. I'm sure glad she is coming out in good shape. That was a tough spot I'd think.
You misunderstood about Lt. Newburger. He only moved from our maintenance office to a platoon leader. Not out of the company. He has been censoring most of the mail, lately, I guess.
Honey, it wasn't only the monotony of the long boat ride that made me sick of it. That's a story I'll tell you someday. For the most part I passed the time reading and writing to my sweetheart. That May 22nd letter was the only one I had along and I sure did read it plenty. It was the only contact with you then.
You may assure Jean that I'll tell her most anything she wants to know about what I've seen and etc. All for only the price of a drink or two and some good sandwiches with plenty of hot peppers. Might even settle for less if that is too steep a price. It's as you say though. That will come later. Something a lot more important than that comes first. Anyhow, I'm better at that than at talking.
All these letters tonight was a very swell anniversary present. Yes, it is an anniversary. One year ago today you came to see me at Knox. I would much rather that the same thing could have happened again, but I enjoyed the letters plenty, and that picture!
Gee, you're beautiful sweetheart. You think you'll be a wild woman. Well, if the way I react to only a picture of you is any indication, you'll need to be plenty wild to feel at home with me. Think you can tame me? Probably, but it's going to be a big job, even for you.
It's bed time now "Legs" so I'm going to take a break until tomorrow. Night, sweetheart. I'm loving you and oh, how I'm missing you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Monday eve.
Aug 7, 1944
My Darling wife;
Gosh, I must have been living right or something. Anyhow, I got nine letters today. Seven from the sweetest girl in the world and one from John & Mable and one from Mom & Hazel. Here are the dates from you.
2 from July 8, one each from the 18, 24, 25 [two again] and one from the 27th. Gosh, honey, you simply snow me under. Writing two in one day is too much for me. I'm not kicking, though, if you want to. I like 'em by the ton.
I've been having almost a home coming here, reading all your sweet letters. Had about an hour of the best entertainment I've had in some time. I'd miss a show anytime to read your letters. Even do it to write one to you once in a while. I really must be in love. I've got it bad, and am I glad. I'd hate to think what I'd be like if you hadn't come along. Maybe a grouchy old bachelor or maybe I'd be married to some female that wouldn't be worth her salt. Gosh am I lucky! I love you, honey.
I talked a bit too quick about the picture you sent me not showing nearly enough of your many charms. Today, I got one that does a pretty good job. The one where you are sitting on Mick's barracks bag against the corner of the house. You devil. I can just see by the expression on your face that you think you're being cute and anticipating what I would say about it. You were getting a kick out of it, but not nearly as big a kick as I get, Gosh, I sure wish I was there by you. You got plenty of what it takes and what I like and miss so much. Damn good looking girl.
I showed John Clarius the picture. The reaction was one of those whistles. You know the kind. A whistle can't anywhere near vent my feelings. I could just about tear the place apart. See what only a picture of you does to me? Think what will really happen when it's really you, instead of only a picture. That picture goes on the side of my table where I can look at it often. Might cause a dream or two also.
John Dulaney sent the pictures he took of he and I, and Harold and I, when I was home this spring. Remember I told you about him having my cap and coat on. That's a scream. Looks like he was in a tent. Some John.
I've got so many letters to answer I hardly know where to start. I have one from the 22nd partially answered so I'll finish it and then start with the oldest and work up.
Gee, honey. you can send me some more pictures like that. Can't put it down long enough to write. That can be taken another way. We both love you and miss you. Going to be a "hard" night tonight.
No, sweetheart I won't mind a bit if you wake me up out of a sound sleep, but you'll have to excuse me if I can't quite believe it until shown. I'm remembering back, and even considering the recent thrilling change in you, it's hard to imagine.
Remember a trip started on Sept 8, four years ago? We didn't quite make our planned destination and stayed at a small tourist cabin. Room only big enough for the bed. Eventually, we went to sleep and I woke early, at four, if I remember correctly. Yes, you were nice, but I still remember your comment and I've respected that comment ever since. I'm more than willing to forget it any time you even hint that I may. I'll be waiting to be shown and I'll love it! I'm really anxious to try new things any time.
From the reports, you are really going out of your way to send me boxes. You're sweet to do so many nice things for me. You can be sure I'll be glad to get them. Keep up the good work on the film, darling. I know it's darn hard to get and can appreciate all you're doing. Don't worry I won't throw any of it to the fishes. If we move it may get lost but I'll never throw it away.
It's funny, you keep telling me to ask for things and I keep telling you not to send too much. I guess we both mean it. We'll compromise. I'll ask for things and trust you not to overdo it or spend too much on the things. If you do I'll quit asking. So there too. My requests will mostly be the same, but as you say, you can use a request to send anything up to the limit.
Here's another while I'm thinking of it. Smoking tobacco and pipe. Cigarette lighter, air mail stationery and anything to eat. I would guess it to take at least two months for packages to get here.
Sweetheart, I know your chin's up and I'm very proud of you. Everyone that writes me says you are being so brave about it all, it amazes them. You're super special.
Now back to July 8. Gosh, honey, this is some pile of letters.
Beats me why two change of address forms were sent. I filled one out before we left and the one with the note I filled out on the boat. Thought that would be the first one you got. More army.
This is where you told of Marg's operation. I'm sure glad she is coming out in good shape. That was a tough spot I'd think.
You misunderstood about Lt. Newburger. He only moved from our maintenance office to a platoon leader. Not out of the company. He has been censoring most of the mail, lately, I guess.
Honey, it wasn't only the monotony of the long boat ride that made me sick of it. That's a story I'll tell you someday. For the most part I passed the time reading and writing to my sweetheart. That May 22nd letter was the only one I had along and I sure did read it plenty. It was the only contact with you then.
You may assure Jean that I'll tell her most anything she wants to know about what I've seen and etc. All for only the price of a drink or two and some good sandwiches with plenty of hot peppers. Might even settle for less if that is too steep a price. It's as you say though. That will come later. Something a lot more important than that comes first. Anyhow, I'm better at that than at talking.
All these letters tonight was a very swell anniversary present. Yes, it is an anniversary. One year ago today you came to see me at Knox. I would much rather that the same thing could have happened again, but I enjoyed the letters plenty, and that picture!
Gee, you're beautiful sweetheart. You think you'll be a wild woman. Well, if the way I react to only a picture of you is any indication, you'll need to be plenty wild to feel at home with me. Think you can tame me? Probably, but it's going to be a big job, even for you.
It's bed time now "Legs" so I'm going to take a break until tomorrow. Night, sweetheart. I'm loving you and oh, how I'm missing you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Letter # 443 August 6, 1944
New Guinea
Sunday
Aug 6, 1944
Hi Beautiful;
I raked in the mail tonight. Four of yours, July 15, 22 and two from the 27th. Also one from Garnet and Junior. Say they have more they didn't get sorted yet, so maybe I'll have some more again tomorrow. I get 'em in bunches and all scrambled up, but who cares as long as I get them? They do more than you know toward keeping me going. Glad my wife writes letters by the pound also. You're a darn sweet girl. I love you so much. You'll know how much one of these days, when I get a chance to show and tell you in person. I'll turn the question around and ask, Can you stand it? I'm sure of the correct answer but I'll see what you have to say.
Had our ball game this morning and we are still unbeaten. Be breaking the buttons off our shirts soon. I'm still playing the bench. My leg is ok now but I'm a little too old for the pace these boys are setting, after all. I'm slipping, honey. Aren't you worried? Don't need to be. I may not be as fast as I once was but there is plenty of endurance in the old boy yet. You're getting older along with me although I'd never be able to tell it from the picture you sent. Look as young and beautiful as any twenty year old ever did. Gee, honey, pictures like that make me want to be by you and right now. Almost foolish enough to snoozle the picture. I love you darling.
It is also a good picture of the place and I can see you have been doing a swell job on the lawn. Looks so good. I can see the shrubs are growing very nicely, especially the hedge by the drive. Only one fault to find with the picture. You were too modest. Don't show a lot of your charms at all. You're my pin up girl you know. Got some others too, only you're nicest of the bunch. Only one that can make me hurt good all over. The rest, I look at and say, "Pretty nice stuff, or, She's some babe" but they leave me cold and impersonal. Ever see me that way with you? Very seldom, if ever, I think. Gosh, honey, I miss you. Be damn callous if I didn't.
Now I'll go through your July 15, written in New York. Don't be thinking you neglected me while you were seeing things. I don't see how you managed to write as much as you did. Don't think I would have under the same conditions.
New York can't be so much if two war widows, one of them a very good looking hunk of curves and excitement, can go about all over and have to go back to empty rooms. Everything that isn't blind must be in the army. Bet I wouldn't pass up a chance like that. I'd have given plenty to be there.
You're not bad at description yourself. Did a good job of what you saw. I'm glad you had such a good time. While I'm not very much in love with big cities, maybe you can someday talk me into going back with you. John & Mac, of course have extended invitations. I'm going to stick close to home though, for some time and see only you as much as possible.
There you go, buying things for me again. It's sweet of you but I really don't want or need anything but what I ask for. You just wait until I get back to civilization again and you can buy things for me to your heart's content.
While I'm on the subject. Laundry soap is scarce again. Better keep sending some as you have room.
I don't have the least idea where Jim might be. His letters are in original form so it may be very close. I would guess east rather than north.
Oh no, honey, you can't draw me into any political argument with you. I'm too far away from all that to even be very interested. All I want is for something to happen to end this damn war so I can get back where I don't have to do all my talking, loving, and everything on paper.
I may not want to reform your bad sleeping habits, at least not until I go back to work. You'll have to reform me. I'm used to going to bed anywhere from eight to ten and never seem quite ready to get up. Getting to be a real sleepy head.
The question about the heat and how much I weigh and etc. I can't answer them very accurately. No instruments. I judge it to be 90 or 95 in the shade nearly every day and probably about 115 to 120 in the sun. May be way off that because the humidity makes it seem so hot and sticky. I haven't seen a scale since I left the states. I guess my present weight at around 170. 170 bare. Might even be a little less. Feeling swell though. Good shape, not even a sign of the old belly.
Honey, I've about got to quit on this one. That leaves me plenty to answer for a day or two yet. By that time I'll have a new bunch to work on. You are keeping them coming. Sweet, loving ones too. Really sweetheart, when I read some of these, I wonder why you ever gave me a chance to call you "cold potatoes". You aren't now. Another way I'll never again be able to tease you. Night now, beautiful, chubby and sweet. I love you.
your dough boy.
Norm.
Sunday
Aug 6, 1944
Hi Beautiful;
I raked in the mail tonight. Four of yours, July 15, 22 and two from the 27th. Also one from Garnet and Junior. Say they have more they didn't get sorted yet, so maybe I'll have some more again tomorrow. I get 'em in bunches and all scrambled up, but who cares as long as I get them? They do more than you know toward keeping me going. Glad my wife writes letters by the pound also. You're a darn sweet girl. I love you so much. You'll know how much one of these days, when I get a chance to show and tell you in person. I'll turn the question around and ask, Can you stand it? I'm sure of the correct answer but I'll see what you have to say.
Had our ball game this morning and we are still unbeaten. Be breaking the buttons off our shirts soon. I'm still playing the bench. My leg is ok now but I'm a little too old for the pace these boys are setting, after all. I'm slipping, honey. Aren't you worried? Don't need to be. I may not be as fast as I once was but there is plenty of endurance in the old boy yet. You're getting older along with me although I'd never be able to tell it from the picture you sent. Look as young and beautiful as any twenty year old ever did. Gee, honey, pictures like that make me want to be by you and right now. Almost foolish enough to snoozle the picture. I love you darling.
It is also a good picture of the place and I can see you have been doing a swell job on the lawn. Looks so good. I can see the shrubs are growing very nicely, especially the hedge by the drive. Only one fault to find with the picture. You were too modest. Don't show a lot of your charms at all. You're my pin up girl you know. Got some others too, only you're nicest of the bunch. Only one that can make me hurt good all over. The rest, I look at and say, "Pretty nice stuff, or, She's some babe" but they leave me cold and impersonal. Ever see me that way with you? Very seldom, if ever, I think. Gosh, honey, I miss you. Be damn callous if I didn't.
Now I'll go through your July 15, written in New York. Don't be thinking you neglected me while you were seeing things. I don't see how you managed to write as much as you did. Don't think I would have under the same conditions.
New York can't be so much if two war widows, one of them a very good looking hunk of curves and excitement, can go about all over and have to go back to empty rooms. Everything that isn't blind must be in the army. Bet I wouldn't pass up a chance like that. I'd have given plenty to be there.
You're not bad at description yourself. Did a good job of what you saw. I'm glad you had such a good time. While I'm not very much in love with big cities, maybe you can someday talk me into going back with you. John & Mac, of course have extended invitations. I'm going to stick close to home though, for some time and see only you as much as possible.
There you go, buying things for me again. It's sweet of you but I really don't want or need anything but what I ask for. You just wait until I get back to civilization again and you can buy things for me to your heart's content.
While I'm on the subject. Laundry soap is scarce again. Better keep sending some as you have room.
I don't have the least idea where Jim might be. His letters are in original form so it may be very close. I would guess east rather than north.
Oh no, honey, you can't draw me into any political argument with you. I'm too far away from all that to even be very interested. All I want is for something to happen to end this damn war so I can get back where I don't have to do all my talking, loving, and everything on paper.
I may not want to reform your bad sleeping habits, at least not until I go back to work. You'll have to reform me. I'm used to going to bed anywhere from eight to ten and never seem quite ready to get up. Getting to be a real sleepy head.
The question about the heat and how much I weigh and etc. I can't answer them very accurately. No instruments. I judge it to be 90 or 95 in the shade nearly every day and probably about 115 to 120 in the sun. May be way off that because the humidity makes it seem so hot and sticky. I haven't seen a scale since I left the states. I guess my present weight at around 170. 170 bare. Might even be a little less. Feeling swell though. Good shape, not even a sign of the old belly.
Honey, I've about got to quit on this one. That leaves me plenty to answer for a day or two yet. By that time I'll have a new bunch to work on. You are keeping them coming. Sweet, loving ones too. Really sweetheart, when I read some of these, I wonder why you ever gave me a chance to call you "cold potatoes". You aren't now. Another way I'll never again be able to tease you. Night now, beautiful, chubby and sweet. I love you.
your dough boy.
Norm.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Letter # 442 August 5, 1944
New Guinea
Sat eve.
Aug 5, 1944
Hello Lovely;
No letters again today and this time I'm out of letters to answer. This will probably wander around a lot and get no-place.
Just finished a bottle of beer. They cooled it for us this time and boy but it tasted good. It is quite an occasion to get a cold drink down here.
I've been working [what little we work] all this past week trying to fix up our saws so the mill can go back into production. All were old discarded saws that the other outfit couldn't make work anymore. We've worked them with rather indifferent success. Completely reground them now and I'm hoping they will work. I can see why army mechanics have the reputation of being able to fix most anything with a hairpin or less. They have to. There isn't a hardware store around the corner where they can buy new things or even parts. Economy of man hours doesn't enter in at all. Have more time than anything else. Nearly everything we do would cost a fortune in labor. Spend more time making tools to make something or do a job than it takes to do it. Good training for a castaway or some isolated island.
Had another ball game this afternoon. Sure was a peach. Wasn't even good practice for our team. I played on the bench again, waiting for my leg to get really well again. The game was with the officers. The final score 21-0. Not in favor of the officers either. I almost felt sorry for them. On top of the beating they got plenty of razing along with it. Our team is shaping up pretty well now. It will soon compare favorably with any small town team.
Tomorrow sounds like a full day. Ball game in the morning and swimming in the afternoon. I'm going to go for that swimming again. Been a couple weeks since I've been there now. Got my weekly laundry out of the way this evening so I'll be free except for writing a letter to my sweet old wife. I'll squeeze that in somewhere.
Got three more Gazettes today. Early June ones. In one was the article about Glenden Schaffer being killed in Italy. That's the first one from home that I really knew. I had never been able to feature him in the army. Apparently he was really in there in the tough spots.
Harold Halliwill has a new baby and lots of other items of interest. Can you imagine me reading the Gazette that closely? I never needed to when I was home. If I didn't get the news at the store, you always supplied it. Now I have to read it in your letters or the paper. There's another way I miss you, honey. There are ever so many ways I miss you. Never a day goes by that things come up you used to do for me and I must now do for myself or go without.
Don't mind, very much, the things I can do for myself but the going without is hell. You've become so very necessary to me. I can't do anything without missing you. According to my old convictions, that's a sad state of affairs. I've changed and now I wouldn't have it any different. You're my life partner and I want you by me where you belong. Sweetest old thing ever invented. I could eat you up. [at least do a lot of chewing]
This letter isn't working very well tonight. Guess I'll quit on it and see what I can do tomorrow. I'm just not full of words tonight. I could be very full of actions though.
Night sweetheart, I'm loving you all the time.
Your dough boy.
Norm.
Sat eve.
Aug 5, 1944
Hello Lovely;
No letters again today and this time I'm out of letters to answer. This will probably wander around a lot and get no-place.
Just finished a bottle of beer. They cooled it for us this time and boy but it tasted good. It is quite an occasion to get a cold drink down here.
I've been working [what little we work] all this past week trying to fix up our saws so the mill can go back into production. All were old discarded saws that the other outfit couldn't make work anymore. We've worked them with rather indifferent success. Completely reground them now and I'm hoping they will work. I can see why army mechanics have the reputation of being able to fix most anything with a hairpin or less. They have to. There isn't a hardware store around the corner where they can buy new things or even parts. Economy of man hours doesn't enter in at all. Have more time than anything else. Nearly everything we do would cost a fortune in labor. Spend more time making tools to make something or do a job than it takes to do it. Good training for a castaway or some isolated island.
Had another ball game this afternoon. Sure was a peach. Wasn't even good practice for our team. I played on the bench again, waiting for my leg to get really well again. The game was with the officers. The final score 21-0. Not in favor of the officers either. I almost felt sorry for them. On top of the beating they got plenty of razing along with it. Our team is shaping up pretty well now. It will soon compare favorably with any small town team.
Tomorrow sounds like a full day. Ball game in the morning and swimming in the afternoon. I'm going to go for that swimming again. Been a couple weeks since I've been there now. Got my weekly laundry out of the way this evening so I'll be free except for writing a letter to my sweet old wife. I'll squeeze that in somewhere.
Got three more Gazettes today. Early June ones. In one was the article about Glenden Schaffer being killed in Italy. That's the first one from home that I really knew. I had never been able to feature him in the army. Apparently he was really in there in the tough spots.
Harold Halliwill has a new baby and lots of other items of interest. Can you imagine me reading the Gazette that closely? I never needed to when I was home. If I didn't get the news at the store, you always supplied it. Now I have to read it in your letters or the paper. There's another way I miss you, honey. There are ever so many ways I miss you. Never a day goes by that things come up you used to do for me and I must now do for myself or go without.
Don't mind, very much, the things I can do for myself but the going without is hell. You've become so very necessary to me. I can't do anything without missing you. According to my old convictions, that's a sad state of affairs. I've changed and now I wouldn't have it any different. You're my life partner and I want you by me where you belong. Sweetest old thing ever invented. I could eat you up. [at least do a lot of chewing]
This letter isn't working very well tonight. Guess I'll quit on it and see what I can do tomorrow. I'm just not full of words tonight. I could be very full of actions though.
Night sweetheart, I'm loving you all the time.
Your dough boy.
Norm.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Letter # 441 Aug 4, 1944
New Guinea
Friday
Aug 4
My Lovable wife;
Another day and no letter from you. I did get one from Vi, written on the 10th. Dont' get my telling you about the letters wrong. I'm not blaming you or thinking you aren't writing or anything like that. I'm telling you 'cause I think you are interested in how they come. I'm as certain that you are writing all the time as I am that you love me. That's sure if actions and telling are any indication.
You do tell me an awful lot of very sweet and complimentary things. If they were all true, I'd be some unusual man. I know I'm nice. You're nicer though, by a long way. I love you so much.
Wild just stopped in the tent and asked me if I knew where I was a year ago today. I'm not the only one missing the old days at Knox. Gosh, if time could be turned back, it would only be two more days until I'd see you. I remember how I counted the hours, 72, 48, 24, 12, 6, and. Then only the bus trip from camp to the Brown Hotel. I'm wrong there. It wasn't the Brown but I can't think which one it was. That walk from the station to the hotel was probably the most exciting walk I ever took. Would you be there? Had something held you up at the last minute? Gosh, how I want to see that wife of mine again and a thousand other thoughts jumping around in my head. My heart was jumping too and not from exercise. Everything was jumping.
There you were, looking very beautiful and with that look in your eyes that always thrills me and I'll never see enough of. Like the time I came back after asking you to consider being my wife, only more thrilling now than it was then. I could have teased you a bit there, only now that I know you were so happy about the whole thing, you couldn't talk, I won't. I promised didn't I?
I can still tease you about Steve and your dreams of other men. Mean, aren't I? Aw, hell honey, I have to tease you a little. You like to be teased only in a little different way. I like to tease that way too. Remember the days before we were married? About all I did was tease. Didn't do me much good either. You must have thought some funny things about me then. I know I acted badly at times. You just do that to me, you luscious devil. Still do, anytime I get near you. You got everything and do I love it!
Now I'm going to finish your letter of the 19th.
Contrary to your expectations, I'm afraid I'll make a poor father, but maybe I can learn. I'm willing to try anyhow. You'll make a nice mother I know and you've had quite a lot of experience already. Teacher beside. Good combination I'd say.
I'm looking forward to it too. We can try out some new things that we've mentioned several times and have no fear of the results. Gee, honey, wish you were by me right now. I might even surprise you a bit.
I haven't yet gotten the letter where you tell something about the marital relations of Gus and Jean. I can guess though. I never did think he'd be any truer with her than he had to be. Too bad too. I didn't used to like her too much but the longer I know her the more I think she's a darn nice girl. I'm for her.
I'm like you. I think it's swell that we feel as we do about each other. Can't help being very, very happy can we? I can't see man and wife living together and each going his own way. It's got to be all or nothing. That's the way we are. We're really in love to stay. Got a lot to look forward to and be happy about.
I don't blame you for bitching once in a while about the people having all the fun and money now. I get the same feeling at times. Not about the money but about the enforced separation. If necessary I'd give all we will ever have to get back where I want most to be. By you all the time. We'll make up for it as much as possible one of these days.
There was a time when I knew if you were "floating". I was in for a special loving. Not very true any more. You've done very well on nothing since I've been away. Seems the separation has wakened us both in some ways. One good thing we've gained.
You mention me saying your estimate of Baker very nearly right. Back in the states he seemed ok, only rather kiddish, which I thought natural, but since we've started to come over he is showing what you saw in his picture. He is always complaining about something and bitching 'cause he had to get sent over. Lazy as hell. Even says he'd rather sit up all night than do the necessary work to get his bed ready to sleep in. That's going some. We're all in the same boat and I don't like to hear someone crying all the time.
The lights I spoke about refilling are kerosene. You should see them. Real elaborate affairs of our own making. Tin can with a hunk of rope or web belting for a wick and no chimney. They flicker like hell and are hard on the eyes, I expect, but they answer the purpose. For some time I've been trying to find a bottle to cut the bottom out of and use for a chimney. Not a bottle in sight. Scarce as white women.
The Red Cross was here with their mobile canteen again today. Served chocolate cake and drink. I got my share too.
Well, nighty, night sweetheart. I'm still loving and missing you more and more each day. You're my perfect wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Friday
Aug 4
My Lovable wife;
Another day and no letter from you. I did get one from Vi, written on the 10th. Dont' get my telling you about the letters wrong. I'm not blaming you or thinking you aren't writing or anything like that. I'm telling you 'cause I think you are interested in how they come. I'm as certain that you are writing all the time as I am that you love me. That's sure if actions and telling are any indication.
You do tell me an awful lot of very sweet and complimentary things. If they were all true, I'd be some unusual man. I know I'm nice. You're nicer though, by a long way. I love you so much.
Wild just stopped in the tent and asked me if I knew where I was a year ago today. I'm not the only one missing the old days at Knox. Gosh, if time could be turned back, it would only be two more days until I'd see you. I remember how I counted the hours, 72, 48, 24, 12, 6, and. Then only the bus trip from camp to the Brown Hotel. I'm wrong there. It wasn't the Brown but I can't think which one it was. That walk from the station to the hotel was probably the most exciting walk I ever took. Would you be there? Had something held you up at the last minute? Gosh, how I want to see that wife of mine again and a thousand other thoughts jumping around in my head. My heart was jumping too and not from exercise. Everything was jumping.
There you were, looking very beautiful and with that look in your eyes that always thrills me and I'll never see enough of. Like the time I came back after asking you to consider being my wife, only more thrilling now than it was then. I could have teased you a bit there, only now that I know you were so happy about the whole thing, you couldn't talk, I won't. I promised didn't I?
I can still tease you about Steve and your dreams of other men. Mean, aren't I? Aw, hell honey, I have to tease you a little. You like to be teased only in a little different way. I like to tease that way too. Remember the days before we were married? About all I did was tease. Didn't do me much good either. You must have thought some funny things about me then. I know I acted badly at times. You just do that to me, you luscious devil. Still do, anytime I get near you. You got everything and do I love it!
Now I'm going to finish your letter of the 19th.
Contrary to your expectations, I'm afraid I'll make a poor father, but maybe I can learn. I'm willing to try anyhow. You'll make a nice mother I know and you've had quite a lot of experience already. Teacher beside. Good combination I'd say.
I'm looking forward to it too. We can try out some new things that we've mentioned several times and have no fear of the results. Gee, honey, wish you were by me right now. I might even surprise you a bit.
I haven't yet gotten the letter where you tell something about the marital relations of Gus and Jean. I can guess though. I never did think he'd be any truer with her than he had to be. Too bad too. I didn't used to like her too much but the longer I know her the more I think she's a darn nice girl. I'm for her.
I'm like you. I think it's swell that we feel as we do about each other. Can't help being very, very happy can we? I can't see man and wife living together and each going his own way. It's got to be all or nothing. That's the way we are. We're really in love to stay. Got a lot to look forward to and be happy about.
I don't blame you for bitching once in a while about the people having all the fun and money now. I get the same feeling at times. Not about the money but about the enforced separation. If necessary I'd give all we will ever have to get back where I want most to be. By you all the time. We'll make up for it as much as possible one of these days.
There was a time when I knew if you were "floating". I was in for a special loving. Not very true any more. You've done very well on nothing since I've been away. Seems the separation has wakened us both in some ways. One good thing we've gained.
You mention me saying your estimate of Baker very nearly right. Back in the states he seemed ok, only rather kiddish, which I thought natural, but since we've started to come over he is showing what you saw in his picture. He is always complaining about something and bitching 'cause he had to get sent over. Lazy as hell. Even says he'd rather sit up all night than do the necessary work to get his bed ready to sleep in. That's going some. We're all in the same boat and I don't like to hear someone crying all the time.
The lights I spoke about refilling are kerosene. You should see them. Real elaborate affairs of our own making. Tin can with a hunk of rope or web belting for a wick and no chimney. They flicker like hell and are hard on the eyes, I expect, but they answer the purpose. For some time I've been trying to find a bottle to cut the bottom out of and use for a chimney. Not a bottle in sight. Scarce as white women.
The Red Cross was here with their mobile canteen again today. Served chocolate cake and drink. I got my share too.
Well, nighty, night sweetheart. I'm still loving and missing you more and more each day. You're my perfect wife.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Letter # 440 August 3, 1944
New Guinea Thursday
Aug 3, 1944
My Darling;
Got another letter today. The July 19th. That makes 16, 17, 18, & 19 all complete. Some missing between 11 & 16. They come mixed up but they are getting here and that is all that matters.
Nothing new happening so I'll work on these last two letters a while. I'll be taking a break soon to go to a stage show. G.I. band and entertainment.
Now Betty is returning the visit. That ought to get you two pretty well acquainted again and help pass the time until you go back to work. Won't be long will it? By the time you get this it'll probably be the 15th and you'll be deep among your books. I hope you like this job and can manage to keep the old car running so you can get back and forth. Are you still planning to stay at home this winter? Seems out of place for me to be thinking of winter but back home, it won't be long anymore. Time to fill the coal bin and things like that there.
Down here they tell me summer is coming. It's darn hard to believe but I do remember that from my geography also. Darn funny winter we've had this summer.
I wish I could see you playing tennis in your silk jersey halter. You might be able to beat me but I doubt it, 'cause I don't think the game would ever get past "love". I couldn't stay on my own side of the net long enough to play a full game. I can very clearly remember how I used to tingle and forget the game. I wasn't nearly as wolfish then as I would be now. I haven't even seen anything like that for - it seems years. Well, honey, I'm going to the show.
Back again, not because I wanted to but because it rained us out. It was a swell band though. I know I'm not much of an authority on music but this bunch is as good as any you hear on the radio. I can still hear them here in the tent. If I could dance and there was anything to dance with, I'd be at it.
I was wondering how much was being cut from my letters. Tickled to hear they have not been cut up. I try to be careful. Only exact location and things of military importance are censored. Number of troops, equipment, either rumored or true movements, and such things. It really doesn't cramp my writing very much. I never did say a lot about such things anyhow. I like to spend most of my words on the subject nearest my heart. It sure as hell isn't the army. It's my beautiful wife. You are too. Don't argue with me. I don't care if you are chubby, an old gossip, bad dispositioned, and other things you call yourself. You're beautiful and sweet to me. Wouldn't trade you for any number of 20 year olds or any other age, description, or occupation.
I'm glad everyone is so interested and misses me so much. Flatters me and makes me think I may be some good after all. I quite often doubt it here in the army. I hope you people don't expect too much of me. I'm just old me in most ways.
You're a devil, honey. I'm satisfied to take my "bites" as a special privilege between us, only, as I remember, it's one thing you never appreciated too much. I guess I'll have to take that back. It seems the last time I remember you offering them to me. Didn't refuse either, did I? Good chewing. Maybe I could live on them for a week. Shall we try it?
When the boxes come I'll tell you all about them. Don't worry about the camera or any of the stuff. If it's damaged and doesn't get here at all it's a bad break but not at all your fault. If packages are handled like the mail they'll be ok. The letters aren't even soiled. Better than in the states.
Speaking of Ky. It's a year ago today I landed at Knox. I'll never forget the following Sat or any of that three weeks. Wish our history would repeat itself and quick! I love you.
We have been getting a short report on the highlights of the news every night at the show. It is sent by short wave from Frisco.
Honey, I'm bawling you out now. You really didn't say anything about what was the cause of the sickness mother had and neither has anyone else. I know she is getting along all right now, but I'd still like to know if that one remark of Marg's was a misstatement or what. Now, do you feel bad after that calling down? Mostly teasing you, honey.
The "package" is crossed off, and I'll be loaded for bear. Should have spelled it the other way. I gather you aren't kidding me but have thought about it and really want another Velma. It won't be for lack of trying if you don't.
Don't fret about the dry weather hurting the lawn. It's started well enough that it will come back as soon as the rains come. Nature is taking pity on you and keeping it from needing mowing so often. Can't have my Mummy overworking herself. I want her like she was when I saw her last. She was perfect. I love her and love her and love her in my daydreams.
Lloyd Phinney did get his discharge. I never did get back to see him. I want a discharge bad, but not that way. It's hard lines.
The snap shot sure brings back memories. Good ones too. We'd have a hard time getting that picture now. Mick in England, Art in Ohio, and I in New Guinea. Some travelers aren't we? Things can change in a year. Maybe another year will change them back.
You ask about the other service organizations. The Red Cross is the only one I've even heard of over here.
Honey, a dozen doors would be an awful lot to run into and the effects might be hard to recover from. I'll settle for one door. Remember I wasn't too used to it either. We fixed that situation the last time didn't we? Have to be sure and remember this time. Can't afford to take time out for recovery. Time's awasting. Night sweetheart. I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Aug 3, 1944
My Darling;
Got another letter today. The July 19th. That makes 16, 17, 18, & 19 all complete. Some missing between 11 & 16. They come mixed up but they are getting here and that is all that matters.
Nothing new happening so I'll work on these last two letters a while. I'll be taking a break soon to go to a stage show. G.I. band and entertainment.
Now Betty is returning the visit. That ought to get you two pretty well acquainted again and help pass the time until you go back to work. Won't be long will it? By the time you get this it'll probably be the 15th and you'll be deep among your books. I hope you like this job and can manage to keep the old car running so you can get back and forth. Are you still planning to stay at home this winter? Seems out of place for me to be thinking of winter but back home, it won't be long anymore. Time to fill the coal bin and things like that there.
Down here they tell me summer is coming. It's darn hard to believe but I do remember that from my geography also. Darn funny winter we've had this summer.
I wish I could see you playing tennis in your silk jersey halter. You might be able to beat me but I doubt it, 'cause I don't think the game would ever get past "love". I couldn't stay on my own side of the net long enough to play a full game. I can very clearly remember how I used to tingle and forget the game. I wasn't nearly as wolfish then as I would be now. I haven't even seen anything like that for - it seems years. Well, honey, I'm going to the show.
Back again, not because I wanted to but because it rained us out. It was a swell band though. I know I'm not much of an authority on music but this bunch is as good as any you hear on the radio. I can still hear them here in the tent. If I could dance and there was anything to dance with, I'd be at it.
I was wondering how much was being cut from my letters. Tickled to hear they have not been cut up. I try to be careful. Only exact location and things of military importance are censored. Number of troops, equipment, either rumored or true movements, and such things. It really doesn't cramp my writing very much. I never did say a lot about such things anyhow. I like to spend most of my words on the subject nearest my heart. It sure as hell isn't the army. It's my beautiful wife. You are too. Don't argue with me. I don't care if you are chubby, an old gossip, bad dispositioned, and other things you call yourself. You're beautiful and sweet to me. Wouldn't trade you for any number of 20 year olds or any other age, description, or occupation.
I'm glad everyone is so interested and misses me so much. Flatters me and makes me think I may be some good after all. I quite often doubt it here in the army. I hope you people don't expect too much of me. I'm just old me in most ways.
You're a devil, honey. I'm satisfied to take my "bites" as a special privilege between us, only, as I remember, it's one thing you never appreciated too much. I guess I'll have to take that back. It seems the last time I remember you offering them to me. Didn't refuse either, did I? Good chewing. Maybe I could live on them for a week. Shall we try it?
When the boxes come I'll tell you all about them. Don't worry about the camera or any of the stuff. If it's damaged and doesn't get here at all it's a bad break but not at all your fault. If packages are handled like the mail they'll be ok. The letters aren't even soiled. Better than in the states.
Speaking of Ky. It's a year ago today I landed at Knox. I'll never forget the following Sat or any of that three weeks. Wish our history would repeat itself and quick! I love you.
We have been getting a short report on the highlights of the news every night at the show. It is sent by short wave from Frisco.
Honey, I'm bawling you out now. You really didn't say anything about what was the cause of the sickness mother had and neither has anyone else. I know she is getting along all right now, but I'd still like to know if that one remark of Marg's was a misstatement or what. Now, do you feel bad after that calling down? Mostly teasing you, honey.
The "package" is crossed off, and I'll be loaded for bear. Should have spelled it the other way. I gather you aren't kidding me but have thought about it and really want another Velma. It won't be for lack of trying if you don't.
Don't fret about the dry weather hurting the lawn. It's started well enough that it will come back as soon as the rains come. Nature is taking pity on you and keeping it from needing mowing so often. Can't have my Mummy overworking herself. I want her like she was when I saw her last. She was perfect. I love her and love her and love her in my daydreams.
Lloyd Phinney did get his discharge. I never did get back to see him. I want a discharge bad, but not that way. It's hard lines.
The snap shot sure brings back memories. Good ones too. We'd have a hard time getting that picture now. Mick in England, Art in Ohio, and I in New Guinea. Some travelers aren't we? Things can change in a year. Maybe another year will change them back.
You ask about the other service organizations. The Red Cross is the only one I've even heard of over here.
Honey, a dozen doors would be an awful lot to run into and the effects might be hard to recover from. I'll settle for one door. Remember I wasn't too used to it either. We fixed that situation the last time didn't we? Have to be sure and remember this time. Can't afford to take time out for recovery. Time's awasting. Night sweetheart. I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Letter # 439 August 2, 1944
New Guinea
Wednesday
Aug 2, 1944
My Beautiful;
Hi Luscious: Gosh I wish I was saying that as I came in the door, coming home from work or someplace. Wouldn't that be swell? Get a big kiss and hug and then one of your "bad for the figure" but satisfying to the taste meals and then have all the rest of the evening to just be by you. I'm not going any farther along that line. Be liable to waken half dormant feelings. Better to stay a bit numb until the prospects are much better than at present. I sure do miss you more than I could ever express in words or, for that matter, in actions. You have proof in these letters that there isn't a day goes by I don't think of you. I think of you a lot oftener than that. Almost all the time. I loves my wife so very, very much.
We had another ball game this afternoon. For once I had brains enough to stay out of it. Not for long, though. Another day or so and my leg will be good as new. Won this game also. Two more games, if we win them, and we'll be battalion champs.
All this ball playing, swimming, and etc must sound like one hell of a way to win a war. It is too. If anyone had ever said it would be like this, I wouldn't have been at all in favor of coming. Really expected to finally accomplish something. What I've done so far I could have done as well at home.
No letter again today. I still have three to answer and I'm going to do it now. I think I'll have some new ones tomorrow. Also send another picture or two. Aren't they something?
I didn't expect you to write while you were on your trip to New York. Nice of you to take time to do it. I'm always glad to see a letter with Mrs. Norman Effinger on the return address.
That was your first real train trip wasn't it? I bet you'd have had a trying trip if you had been able to come to Calif or even to Polk. There is no comparison between the northern and southern trains. I'm glad you weren't crowded. I knew everyone would be nice to you. You're so swell no one can help being nice to you.
Bob is seeing the big city too. He's getting a lot of good training that should be worth a lot to him in his line of work. So he's lonesome for her after only three days. Well I don't doubt it. Remember I never took a vacation away from you after you made it clear I was accepted. If I didn't see you every night, I was hurtin. I was hurtin when I did see you but in an entirely different way. I still don't know how I stood it so long, without going animal. You must be a good lion tamer.
Glad you did read the letter to Bob. I really intended you should. There may have been a little in it you never knew. Anyhow it's exactly the way I feel about it. No sugar, only facts. I hope he has half as nice a girl as mine. Couldn't be as nice I'm sure. He'd be lucky to find one half as good. I don't know a thing of his taste in women but he is taking care of himself pretty well in other ways.
I told John [Clarius] about the letter and picture you had gotten from Bonnie and then mentioned that you had been in New York and even on Staten Island. That's his home you know. He just jumped all over and felt bad you didn't know his folks address. Said they'd have been tickled to have the wife of one of their son's buddies stay with them. He says,"Boy, they'd have really shown her the town." Seems you have made some "mail order" friends. I know you were well taken care of and had a wonderful time but he can't get over it.
Here is another little request, honey. I have one plastic cigarette case but if I loose or break it I'll be hurtin to carry cigarettes. It is the size of a pack of cigarettes and has a slide fit top. [like the top on a tin box] I could use a couple of them. They only cost 25-50 cents. Also, if you ever have any room left, [this isn't important]. I could use a couple each of 5 1/2 inch slim taper files and 6 or 8 in round files. Harold will know what. Don't be letting Marines or anyone else tell you I need things. I really have asked for all I need.
I keep cautioning you 'cause I'm afraid you'll let your generosity and desire to get me something run away with you. You're too sweet. I love 'em like that. I love you.
The bank account sounds perfectly swell. If I could stand it I'd be smart to stay away. More money now than we ever had and you've done it too. I'm proud of you. I won't stay away however. The money can never pay for all we are going through and missing.
That one chicken dinner was the one and only. Provisions left from the boat. Since then our meat is Spam and Bully Beef. It's food but not eating.
Honey, I'm not nearly all you say I am but in one thing you are absolutely right. You don't ever need to have the slightest doubt about me violating your trust. I won't, so help me. I know it's unusual for couples separated to be like that but I'd sooner go without than do any substituting. Couldn't find any satisfaction, for thinking of you anyhow. You were the first and will always be the only. I do a lot of talking about redheads, and etc. It's only talk and looking. Have to kid you a little now and then. I do love you so very, very much, even I can't believe it possible. Gee, I'm glad I got'cha.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday
Aug 2, 1944
My Beautiful;
Hi Luscious: Gosh I wish I was saying that as I came in the door, coming home from work or someplace. Wouldn't that be swell? Get a big kiss and hug and then one of your "bad for the figure" but satisfying to the taste meals and then have all the rest of the evening to just be by you. I'm not going any farther along that line. Be liable to waken half dormant feelings. Better to stay a bit numb until the prospects are much better than at present. I sure do miss you more than I could ever express in words or, for that matter, in actions. You have proof in these letters that there isn't a day goes by I don't think of you. I think of you a lot oftener than that. Almost all the time. I loves my wife so very, very much.
We had another ball game this afternoon. For once I had brains enough to stay out of it. Not for long, though. Another day or so and my leg will be good as new. Won this game also. Two more games, if we win them, and we'll be battalion champs.
All this ball playing, swimming, and etc must sound like one hell of a way to win a war. It is too. If anyone had ever said it would be like this, I wouldn't have been at all in favor of coming. Really expected to finally accomplish something. What I've done so far I could have done as well at home.
No letter again today. I still have three to answer and I'm going to do it now. I think I'll have some new ones tomorrow. Also send another picture or two. Aren't they something?
I didn't expect you to write while you were on your trip to New York. Nice of you to take time to do it. I'm always glad to see a letter with Mrs. Norman Effinger on the return address.
That was your first real train trip wasn't it? I bet you'd have had a trying trip if you had been able to come to Calif or even to Polk. There is no comparison between the northern and southern trains. I'm glad you weren't crowded. I knew everyone would be nice to you. You're so swell no one can help being nice to you.
Bob is seeing the big city too. He's getting a lot of good training that should be worth a lot to him in his line of work. So he's lonesome for her after only three days. Well I don't doubt it. Remember I never took a vacation away from you after you made it clear I was accepted. If I didn't see you every night, I was hurtin. I was hurtin when I did see you but in an entirely different way. I still don't know how I stood it so long, without going animal. You must be a good lion tamer.
Glad you did read the letter to Bob. I really intended you should. There may have been a little in it you never knew. Anyhow it's exactly the way I feel about it. No sugar, only facts. I hope he has half as nice a girl as mine. Couldn't be as nice I'm sure. He'd be lucky to find one half as good. I don't know a thing of his taste in women but he is taking care of himself pretty well in other ways.
I told John [Clarius] about the letter and picture you had gotten from Bonnie and then mentioned that you had been in New York and even on Staten Island. That's his home you know. He just jumped all over and felt bad you didn't know his folks address. Said they'd have been tickled to have the wife of one of their son's buddies stay with them. He says,"Boy, they'd have really shown her the town." Seems you have made some "mail order" friends. I know you were well taken care of and had a wonderful time but he can't get over it.
Here is another little request, honey. I have one plastic cigarette case but if I loose or break it I'll be hurtin to carry cigarettes. It is the size of a pack of cigarettes and has a slide fit top. [like the top on a tin box] I could use a couple of them. They only cost 25-50 cents. Also, if you ever have any room left, [this isn't important]. I could use a couple each of 5 1/2 inch slim taper files and 6 or 8 in round files. Harold will know what. Don't be letting Marines or anyone else tell you I need things. I really have asked for all I need.
I keep cautioning you 'cause I'm afraid you'll let your generosity and desire to get me something run away with you. You're too sweet. I love 'em like that. I love you.
The bank account sounds perfectly swell. If I could stand it I'd be smart to stay away. More money now than we ever had and you've done it too. I'm proud of you. I won't stay away however. The money can never pay for all we are going through and missing.
That one chicken dinner was the one and only. Provisions left from the boat. Since then our meat is Spam and Bully Beef. It's food but not eating.
Honey, I'm not nearly all you say I am but in one thing you are absolutely right. You don't ever need to have the slightest doubt about me violating your trust. I won't, so help me. I know it's unusual for couples separated to be like that but I'd sooner go without than do any substituting. Couldn't find any satisfaction, for thinking of you anyhow. You were the first and will always be the only. I do a lot of talking about redheads, and etc. It's only talk and looking. Have to kid you a little now and then. I do love you so very, very much, even I can't believe it possible. Gee, I'm glad I got'cha.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Letter # 438 August 1, 1944
New Guinea
Tuesday
Aug 1, 1944
My adorable;
I bet you can't imagine what I'm doing as I write this letter. It's one of your tricks. I'm sucking on a bottle of beer. It's American, Pabst Blue Ribbon, but, of course, it's like Mick says, warm. We can buy a case a month and get it rationed to us three bottles at a time, twice a week. Eight florins a case. $2.56 to you. Even though warm it does cut the dust.
We also have to buy our cigarettes now and take what comes. Allowed four cartons a month at 40 cents a carton. We also have a P.X. of sorts and can get a very limited supply of peanuts, cookies, gum. and etc. Just enough so we don't forget what they taste like.
I bought a few pictures from an Australian soldier today. Photographs, mostly of natives. Thought you might like to see them. As photos they aren't so good but they are photos taken in the general area. Should be interesting, especially of the women. You can very easily see why I say I'm safe as though locked in your closet. Sure are beauties, don't you think?
These Aussies are interesting guys and sure have an eye for business. They know the average American is a nut for souvenirs and will pay nearly any price for any kind of gadget. They sell bracelets of sea shells or plain ones made of scrap brass or aluminum from wrecked planes and the like. Really aren't worth a thing and they sell them from two to five pounds. Too much for me. I paid plenty for the pictures but some of the pictures I might never have the opportunity to get. I'm rich anyhow. I hope you get a kick out of them. I'll send them one or two at a time in my letters.
Now I'm going to work on your letters. No new ones today. I'm skipping over the old ones rather fast. Here is one remark I can't skip. You say you hope I won't want to trade you off for two twenties when I get home. I know I did threaten you with that a few times but even then I was kidding. I wouldn't have traded you for any other two of any age or description. Now. - Well - you know what I've been telling you all the time and I mean every word of it. You've improved so much in the way that used to cause me to say I'd trade you that now I wouldn't trade you for all the rest of the girls in the world. No, honey, you're mine and are always going to be my one and only as long as you're satisfied to be that. I sure hope you are satisfied and if I could believe all you say in your letters you must be satisfied. I'll come more than half way to keep you satisfied too. Does that put your mind at rest on that point?
Sweetheart, you are incorrigible. You just won't believe much I tell you about you. You keep belittling yourself all the time. I think you're only teasing me to get some more compliments. You're a devil. Vile disposition, poor loving, talk too much, lazy and others you don't mention. Honey, that hardly deserves an answer 'cause you know as well as I they aren't true. I admit you aren't an angel, who the hell wants any damn thing you can't get hold of ? You're as perfect as any flesh and blood woman could ever be. No shit either. I'm in love with you and that tells the story as good as any words can say.
I guess I've told you before but anyhow, I don't think you're a bit silly about liking to see my writing in its' original form. Not that it's so pretty but it seems a lot more personal. I feel the same way. You can see I'm not using much V-mail to you. It's good enough for others but not for you. You're very special. You're my wife and only sweetheart.
Honey, you're very inconsistent. First you tell me how bad you are and in the next paragraph are patting yourself on the back. Lay off running yourself down and keep handing yourself bouquets. You deserve them. I'm glad you found out that you are way ahead of May and all the rest. Not only in money matters but any way. You know, honey people have the habit of doing a lot of big talking and it isn't always true. I think you've done a swell job of saving money and managing things. Better by far than I thought you could do. You're a very able and all around wife. I love you.
It was very nice of Jean to mow your lawn for you. You've got some swell friends.
I don't know about setting any kind of record writing to you. It may be a bit silly of both of us to spend so much time writing to each other. If it is I want to be silly. I've just got to talk to you at least once a day and this is the only way I can do it. People don't know how much I love you or they wouldn't think it unusual. I do love you so much darling. Bye now. I'll see you in my dreams.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday
Aug 1, 1944
My adorable;
I bet you can't imagine what I'm doing as I write this letter. It's one of your tricks. I'm sucking on a bottle of beer. It's American, Pabst Blue Ribbon, but, of course, it's like Mick says, warm. We can buy a case a month and get it rationed to us three bottles at a time, twice a week. Eight florins a case. $2.56 to you. Even though warm it does cut the dust.
We also have to buy our cigarettes now and take what comes. Allowed four cartons a month at 40 cents a carton. We also have a P.X. of sorts and can get a very limited supply of peanuts, cookies, gum. and etc. Just enough so we don't forget what they taste like.
I bought a few pictures from an Australian soldier today. Photographs, mostly of natives. Thought you might like to see them. As photos they aren't so good but they are photos taken in the general area. Should be interesting, especially of the women. You can very easily see why I say I'm safe as though locked in your closet. Sure are beauties, don't you think?
These Aussies are interesting guys and sure have an eye for business. They know the average American is a nut for souvenirs and will pay nearly any price for any kind of gadget. They sell bracelets of sea shells or plain ones made of scrap brass or aluminum from wrecked planes and the like. Really aren't worth a thing and they sell them from two to five pounds. Too much for me. I paid plenty for the pictures but some of the pictures I might never have the opportunity to get. I'm rich anyhow. I hope you get a kick out of them. I'll send them one or two at a time in my letters.
Now I'm going to work on your letters. No new ones today. I'm skipping over the old ones rather fast. Here is one remark I can't skip. You say you hope I won't want to trade you off for two twenties when I get home. I know I did threaten you with that a few times but even then I was kidding. I wouldn't have traded you for any other two of any age or description. Now. - Well - you know what I've been telling you all the time and I mean every word of it. You've improved so much in the way that used to cause me to say I'd trade you that now I wouldn't trade you for all the rest of the girls in the world. No, honey, you're mine and are always going to be my one and only as long as you're satisfied to be that. I sure hope you are satisfied and if I could believe all you say in your letters you must be satisfied. I'll come more than half way to keep you satisfied too. Does that put your mind at rest on that point?
Sweetheart, you are incorrigible. You just won't believe much I tell you about you. You keep belittling yourself all the time. I think you're only teasing me to get some more compliments. You're a devil. Vile disposition, poor loving, talk too much, lazy and others you don't mention. Honey, that hardly deserves an answer 'cause you know as well as I they aren't true. I admit you aren't an angel, who the hell wants any damn thing you can't get hold of ? You're as perfect as any flesh and blood woman could ever be. No shit either. I'm in love with you and that tells the story as good as any words can say.
I guess I've told you before but anyhow, I don't think you're a bit silly about liking to see my writing in its' original form. Not that it's so pretty but it seems a lot more personal. I feel the same way. You can see I'm not using much V-mail to you. It's good enough for others but not for you. You're very special. You're my wife and only sweetheart.
Honey, you're very inconsistent. First you tell me how bad you are and in the next paragraph are patting yourself on the back. Lay off running yourself down and keep handing yourself bouquets. You deserve them. I'm glad you found out that you are way ahead of May and all the rest. Not only in money matters but any way. You know, honey people have the habit of doing a lot of big talking and it isn't always true. I think you've done a swell job of saving money and managing things. Better by far than I thought you could do. You're a very able and all around wife. I love you.
It was very nice of Jean to mow your lawn for you. You've got some swell friends.
I don't know about setting any kind of record writing to you. It may be a bit silly of both of us to spend so much time writing to each other. If it is I want to be silly. I've just got to talk to you at least once a day and this is the only way I can do it. People don't know how much I love you or they wouldn't think it unusual. I do love you so much darling. Bye now. I'll see you in my dreams.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Letter # 437 July 31, 1944
New Guinea
Monday, July 31, 1944
My Darling;
Boy! When I get mail I really get it. Eight letters in two days. Seven from you and one from Mom & Hazel. I gave you the letter score yesterday and then three of the missing letters came in. June 27 & 28 and July 5. Along with them was an air mail written on the 19th, mailed on the 20th, and here I got it already on the 30th. That's damn good I'd say. Only 10 days. Then today, I got one V-mail from New York, July 16 and two air mail, July 15, also New York, and July 17, back home again. That is all pretty good service. Maybe the mails are getting on the ball. The quicker the better, I say.
Before I answer these letters I'll tell you what has happened since I wrote yesterday morning. I sat around and read and etc. until time to go to the Jack Benny show. Long dusty ride and a mob to fight, but I guess it was worth it. It was a hell of a good show. Jack Benny, Carol Landis, Martha Tilton, and Capt. Lanny Ross, supported by a very good army band. Benny is really a swell showman. Just like he is in shows only when he isn't acting a part he is much more likable. The girls are good singers and good lookers too. I was almost too far away to really see, but I could see plenty even then to wish I had a nice wife to take home with me. Plenty more, thought the same as I did too. I bet they had to put those girls under lock and key to keep the G.I.'s from kidnapping them. The stuff they pulled would never pass the Hayes office either. Like Benny said, " What the hell. We're 8000 miles from home, so let's have a good time." Then he pulled his usual radio line with a few spicy jokes mixed in. Then he introduced Carol Landis. She had on a pretty long evening dress that was fitted where it should fit and flowing where it should flow. Damn well filled out too. As he turned the mike over to her he asked, "Boys, how would you like to police this area?" You can imagine the response to that. Then Carol pulled a few of her own. She told a story about a movie queen who was doing her bit by entertaining and dancing with service men at the various canteens. This time she was dancing with an English sailor and he was telling her how beautiful she was and how much it thrilled him to be dancing with her. She passed that off nicely by saying, "That's the fortunes of war." Then the sailor started remarking about her dress which was one of those new deep V neck creations. He asked what the type of neck was called and she told him "V neck". "Oh, I know", he said, "V for victory" and as expressed by her actions he was very much intrigued by it. Who wouldn't be? She said, "V for victory but the bundles aren't for Briton." She pulled several more along that line. They were all new to me, but then of course I've been out of circulation for some time. Then she sang and invited some volunteers from the audience to shake a leg with her. In no time she had all the partners she wanted and more. Cleared the stage except for half a dozen lucky fellows and they sure did dance. A couple of the boys were plenty good and even made her step.
Martha Tilton sang and Benny even played his violin. He can play it too when he quits clowning. It was a grand show marred only by the bad behavior of the G.I.'s. It's the same at any form of G.I. entertainment I've ever been to. The fellows, when they get away from the feminine influence, seem to forget any training in manners and go nearly primitive again. It makes me mad. Make so much noise you miss half the show. See what I'll be like and the job you'll have when I get home again? Some cynics may say that women are very small contributors to the advance of man. They're crazy. Woman is the biggest contributor. Something to keep a man trying and working to better himself.
I know one little woman that is the biggest help and inspiration a man ever had. I'm very much in love with her too. That's a long story and probably not very interesting. I only wrote it 'cause I thought you might be curious about what those shows were like. I'll hand it to the entertainers that are leaving their comfortable home life and traveling to places like this in order to give the service men a few hours of things they knew at home. They get a plenty enthusiastic, if unmannerly, reception.
This afternoon the old warhorse, me, couldn't stand it any longer so, even if the old leg wasn't quite well, I played six more innings of ball. This time we picked a team from the whole company and played one from another. At the end of the first six innings we had them 8 - 0 so I asked to be taken out. [ The old leg was plenty tired is the real reason ]. Thought they would be better off without me. Few more days and I'll be good as new. The brass hats seem to take to the ball idea. Looks like we will be playing quite a lot. Good conditioning.
Pay day again today. Got me another fist full of this damn crazy stuff. Nineteen pounds, ten florins, eight shillings, a six pence, a four pence, and a three pence. Sounds good doesn't it? It all means about $65.46 in good money. A pound is $3.20. The notes come in 10's - 5's - 1's and halves. A Florin, the biggest coin is .32 cents, shilling 16, sixpence .08, fourpence .06, threepence .04. There are some one pence pieces also but I haven't seen any yet.
Don't think I'll send any this time, at least not until I hear that you have gotten the other. That was to be sent by cable. Seems to be taking a hell of a long time. The next may be by money order or something.
I didn't get much loving in this letter, did I? Haven't said nearly all I have to say either or answered a line of all these sweet new letters. I'll get the rest in the next few letters.
Even if I haven't said so in this letter, I'm thinking of you and loving you as much as ever. Might be a bit more each day as the weeks since I've seen you add up. One bit of comfort is that every day is another closer to our reunion day. I'd be sad sack if I didn't have that to look forward to. No kidding honey. Even though on the other side of the earth you are keeping me happy and going. Night "Bundles for Briton".
I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Monday, July 31, 1944
My Darling;
Boy! When I get mail I really get it. Eight letters in two days. Seven from you and one from Mom & Hazel. I gave you the letter score yesterday and then three of the missing letters came in. June 27 & 28 and July 5. Along with them was an air mail written on the 19th, mailed on the 20th, and here I got it already on the 30th. That's damn good I'd say. Only 10 days. Then today, I got one V-mail from New York, July 16 and two air mail, July 15, also New York, and July 17, back home again. That is all pretty good service. Maybe the mails are getting on the ball. The quicker the better, I say.
Before I answer these letters I'll tell you what has happened since I wrote yesterday morning. I sat around and read and etc. until time to go to the Jack Benny show. Long dusty ride and a mob to fight, but I guess it was worth it. It was a hell of a good show. Jack Benny, Carol Landis, Martha Tilton, and Capt. Lanny Ross, supported by a very good army band. Benny is really a swell showman. Just like he is in shows only when he isn't acting a part he is much more likable. The girls are good singers and good lookers too. I was almost too far away to really see, but I could see plenty even then to wish I had a nice wife to take home with me. Plenty more, thought the same as I did too. I bet they had to put those girls under lock and key to keep the G.I.'s from kidnapping them. The stuff they pulled would never pass the Hayes office either. Like Benny said, " What the hell. We're 8000 miles from home, so let's have a good time." Then he pulled his usual radio line with a few spicy jokes mixed in. Then he introduced Carol Landis. She had on a pretty long evening dress that was fitted where it should fit and flowing where it should flow. Damn well filled out too. As he turned the mike over to her he asked, "Boys, how would you like to police this area?" You can imagine the response to that. Then Carol pulled a few of her own. She told a story about a movie queen who was doing her bit by entertaining and dancing with service men at the various canteens. This time she was dancing with an English sailor and he was telling her how beautiful she was and how much it thrilled him to be dancing with her. She passed that off nicely by saying, "That's the fortunes of war." Then the sailor started remarking about her dress which was one of those new deep V neck creations. He asked what the type of neck was called and she told him "V neck". "Oh, I know", he said, "V for victory" and as expressed by her actions he was very much intrigued by it. Who wouldn't be? She said, "V for victory but the bundles aren't for Briton." She pulled several more along that line. They were all new to me, but then of course I've been out of circulation for some time. Then she sang and invited some volunteers from the audience to shake a leg with her. In no time she had all the partners she wanted and more. Cleared the stage except for half a dozen lucky fellows and they sure did dance. A couple of the boys were plenty good and even made her step.
Martha Tilton sang and Benny even played his violin. He can play it too when he quits clowning. It was a grand show marred only by the bad behavior of the G.I.'s. It's the same at any form of G.I. entertainment I've ever been to. The fellows, when they get away from the feminine influence, seem to forget any training in manners and go nearly primitive again. It makes me mad. Make so much noise you miss half the show. See what I'll be like and the job you'll have when I get home again? Some cynics may say that women are very small contributors to the advance of man. They're crazy. Woman is the biggest contributor. Something to keep a man trying and working to better himself.
I know one little woman that is the biggest help and inspiration a man ever had. I'm very much in love with her too. That's a long story and probably not very interesting. I only wrote it 'cause I thought you might be curious about what those shows were like. I'll hand it to the entertainers that are leaving their comfortable home life and traveling to places like this in order to give the service men a few hours of things they knew at home. They get a plenty enthusiastic, if unmannerly, reception.
This afternoon the old warhorse, me, couldn't stand it any longer so, even if the old leg wasn't quite well, I played six more innings of ball. This time we picked a team from the whole company and played one from another. At the end of the first six innings we had them 8 - 0 so I asked to be taken out. [ The old leg was plenty tired is the real reason ]. Thought they would be better off without me. Few more days and I'll be good as new. The brass hats seem to take to the ball idea. Looks like we will be playing quite a lot. Good conditioning.
Pay day again today. Got me another fist full of this damn crazy stuff. Nineteen pounds, ten florins, eight shillings, a six pence, a four pence, and a three pence. Sounds good doesn't it? It all means about $65.46 in good money. A pound is $3.20. The notes come in 10's - 5's - 1's and halves. A Florin, the biggest coin is .32 cents, shilling 16, sixpence .08, fourpence .06, threepence .04. There are some one pence pieces also but I haven't seen any yet.
Don't think I'll send any this time, at least not until I hear that you have gotten the other. That was to be sent by cable. Seems to be taking a hell of a long time. The next may be by money order or something.
I didn't get much loving in this letter, did I? Haven't said nearly all I have to say either or answered a line of all these sweet new letters. I'll get the rest in the next few letters.
Even if I haven't said so in this letter, I'm thinking of you and loving you as much as ever. Might be a bit more each day as the weeks since I've seen you add up. One bit of comfort is that every day is another closer to our reunion day. I'd be sad sack if I didn't have that to look forward to. No kidding honey. Even though on the other side of the earth you are keeping me happy and going. Night "Bundles for Briton".
I love you.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Letter # 436 July 30, 1944
New Guinea
Sunday
July 30, 1944
My Chubbins;
Wash day again. I got up early and snuck up on it today. All done already and it's only 8 in the morning. That sounds like you when you take one of your notions to do something at an unorthodox time. I like to get my work out of the way so I have all the best of the day to myself. Then, come what may, I'm ready to enjoy myself.
Our outfit has finally come to their senses after all this time and we are now wearing suntans, no leggings, and mechanics caps. That is one hell of a lot better than heavy fatigues and all that other shit. It makes a bit more washing but I'll gladly do that for the extra comfort. My heat rash is clearing up in good shape since the change.
My sore leg is much better today. Gave it nearly eleven hours rest last night. Can you imagine me staying in bed and sleeping for that long? It isn't at all hard to do anymore. Afraid you will have to be the first up in the morning. Think you can do it? That would be one way to be able to say good morning to you properly. Think I'd like to start the day off right like that. I love you sweetheart, but you're going to have trouble with me.
I was just checking up on my letters and here is the score. All present and accounted for except June 20, 27 & 28. July 5 & 9. That is air mail. The last being July 11. That isn't all bad. Five lost out of 43. They may not be lost, only mislaid. I don't know how many V-mail you have written. So far I've received six of them. June 21, 25, 30, 30; July 4, 13. Total - 128 pages of letter from you. That's some record, honey. Don't think any of the other wives or girlfriends can even come close to it. Gebby is about the only one that comes close. His wife keeps 'em coming every day too. That's swell, honey. Helps ever so much. Another way in which my wife is so much better than most. It's very unusual to find beauty, brains, faithfulness, thoughtfulness, generosity, sweetness, and passion all in one person. Gee, I'm glad I got'cha for my wife. I'm really lucky. I love you so much, even my feet hurt. [half foot too]. Gosh honey, nothing I say even comes close to expressing what I want it to. Every time I look at your pictures or think of you, I get a kind of knot in my chest and if you were in reach, I sure would hug and kiss you to death. - Well, almost anyhow. I'd have to save some of you for another time. I don't ever want to be without you again.
I don't think I ever talked much of Sam Bowman. He is one of the mechanics that went to Knox last fall after I came back. He's in that group picture of the mechanics, taken the day we left Polk. He's one of the T/5's. Slim, dark, and average height. Maybe you can pick him out. Well, anyhow, he just got the news that he is the father of an 8 lb. boy. His wife stayed at Knox when he was there. They weren't as lucky as we were?? Remember your Mom said you'd probably come back pregnant? She was there the whole time and they had a room close to camp. They are from Sioux City. He's 27. Been having a hard time of it too. Was rejected twice and then as soon as he got married, they took him. He's been in and out of the hospital several times. Was in just before we left the states. Has been ailing and on light duty ever since we've been here. Seems to be heart trouble of some kind. Things like that make a fellow glad he's healthy.
Two of the other fellows in the picture are the gun mechanics. T/4 Talkington from West Virginia. Average size and wearing glasses. He's the one that had my bag when I was home this spring. Single, 26 and was a miner before. The tall lanky T/5 is Kohan from Mass. He's young, just out of school. Single. Slow moving, easy going. Pitches for our ball team now.
There, I guess that acquaints you with the mechanics and to some extent fulfills one of your requests. Another rather poor letter. Be patient, honey. I'll get on the ball one of these days.
Bye, sweetheart. I'm loving you no matter how my letters sound.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sunday
July 30, 1944
My Chubbins;
Wash day again. I got up early and snuck up on it today. All done already and it's only 8 in the morning. That sounds like you when you take one of your notions to do something at an unorthodox time. I like to get my work out of the way so I have all the best of the day to myself. Then, come what may, I'm ready to enjoy myself.
Our outfit has finally come to their senses after all this time and we are now wearing suntans, no leggings, and mechanics caps. That is one hell of a lot better than heavy fatigues and all that other shit. It makes a bit more washing but I'll gladly do that for the extra comfort. My heat rash is clearing up in good shape since the change.
My sore leg is much better today. Gave it nearly eleven hours rest last night. Can you imagine me staying in bed and sleeping for that long? It isn't at all hard to do anymore. Afraid you will have to be the first up in the morning. Think you can do it? That would be one way to be able to say good morning to you properly. Think I'd like to start the day off right like that. I love you sweetheart, but you're going to have trouble with me.
I was just checking up on my letters and here is the score. All present and accounted for except June 20, 27 & 28. July 5 & 9. That is air mail. The last being July 11. That isn't all bad. Five lost out of 43. They may not be lost, only mislaid. I don't know how many V-mail you have written. So far I've received six of them. June 21, 25, 30, 30; July 4, 13. Total - 128 pages of letter from you. That's some record, honey. Don't think any of the other wives or girlfriends can even come close to it. Gebby is about the only one that comes close. His wife keeps 'em coming every day too. That's swell, honey. Helps ever so much. Another way in which my wife is so much better than most. It's very unusual to find beauty, brains, faithfulness, thoughtfulness, generosity, sweetness, and passion all in one person. Gee, I'm glad I got'cha for my wife. I'm really lucky. I love you so much, even my feet hurt. [half foot too]. Gosh honey, nothing I say even comes close to expressing what I want it to. Every time I look at your pictures or think of you, I get a kind of knot in my chest and if you were in reach, I sure would hug and kiss you to death. - Well, almost anyhow. I'd have to save some of you for another time. I don't ever want to be without you again.
I don't think I ever talked much of Sam Bowman. He is one of the mechanics that went to Knox last fall after I came back. He's in that group picture of the mechanics, taken the day we left Polk. He's one of the T/5's. Slim, dark, and average height. Maybe you can pick him out. Well, anyhow, he just got the news that he is the father of an 8 lb. boy. His wife stayed at Knox when he was there. They weren't as lucky as we were?? Remember your Mom said you'd probably come back pregnant? She was there the whole time and they had a room close to camp. They are from Sioux City. He's 27. Been having a hard time of it too. Was rejected twice and then as soon as he got married, they took him. He's been in and out of the hospital several times. Was in just before we left the states. Has been ailing and on light duty ever since we've been here. Seems to be heart trouble of some kind. Things like that make a fellow glad he's healthy.
Two of the other fellows in the picture are the gun mechanics. T/4 Talkington from West Virginia. Average size and wearing glasses. He's the one that had my bag when I was home this spring. Single, 26 and was a miner before. The tall lanky T/5 is Kohan from Mass. He's young, just out of school. Single. Slow moving, easy going. Pitches for our ball team now.
There, I guess that acquaints you with the mechanics and to some extent fulfills one of your requests. Another rather poor letter. Be patient, honey. I'll get on the ball one of these days.
Bye, sweetheart. I'm loving you no matter how my letters sound.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 435 July 29, 1944
New Guinea
Saturday
July 29, 1944
My Darling wife;
No letters today so this letter will probably ramble around a lot. Jack Benny evidently didn't get here for tonight. It is postponed until tomorrow night. Played ball again this afternoon. We got beat this time 8-7 by a team picked from two platoons. I guess I was bragging a bit too quickly about being able to take it. In the sixth inning today I pulled a muscle in my right leg while trying to stretch a single into a double. I even had to have someone else finish running for me and then I went to the showers. My leg is pretty stiff and sore now. Take a few days for it to work out. Not so bad. I can't not get around or anything like that, but I won't play ball for a day or two. Some ball player aren't I? Maybe I am getting old. Think it's possible? Don't believe I am and I'll prove it to you when I get a chance - I hope.
This morning I saw my first kangaroo. It was only a baby. Have no idea how old but its body was about a foot long and the tail that much longer. Some of the boys had caught it yesterday. Ran it down and they say they had a hell of a job too. They can cover territory fast. The colonel is keeping him. Says he will drink and eat grass already and likes to be held and petted. He's the color of a wild rabbit. Hair looks very much the same. Face resembles a rat somewhat. Small front legs and big hind ones with heavy nails, about like claws. Quite some critter. No one has seen the mother. He may be an orphan.
The boys have been having a lot of fun trapping rats. The island seems to be alive with them. Get up in the morning and they have tramped out almost all our tracks in the dust inside the tent. They are mostly little fellows about the size of a half grown one back home. However, there is also a super race of rats here. Get as big as an eight week old pig. No kidding, the body is at least two feet long. I've seen a few of them killed on the roads.
Lots of pretty birds that I can't identify. All I can recognize are parrots and there are plenty of them. The jungle echoes with their harsh cries all the time. Some pure white, some black, and some with all the colors of the rainbow on them. I even saw some birds today that closely resemble our swallows, in actions, and size. They don't have the tails and are a grey brown in color. Another monstrosity are the big bats. See them flying around every evening. They are nearly as big as a small chicken with a three foot wing spread. Vicious looking brat. The insects are the critters that really thrive here. If you look close you can probably see grease spots on the paper where I've killed them. The lights attract them in swarms and I have to keep brushing and blowing them away so I can write. From the fuss you make over one fly I can imagine you'd wear yourself out down here. Alive with them.
This hasn't been much love letter has it? I think I'll renege on you tonight and quit with this much. I'll see what I can do tomorrow.
Night sweetheart, I'm loving you all the time. I'm missing you too, like the very devil.
Your soldier.
Norm.
Saturday
July 29, 1944
My Darling wife;
No letters today so this letter will probably ramble around a lot. Jack Benny evidently didn't get here for tonight. It is postponed until tomorrow night. Played ball again this afternoon. We got beat this time 8-7 by a team picked from two platoons. I guess I was bragging a bit too quickly about being able to take it. In the sixth inning today I pulled a muscle in my right leg while trying to stretch a single into a double. I even had to have someone else finish running for me and then I went to the showers. My leg is pretty stiff and sore now. Take a few days for it to work out. Not so bad. I can't not get around or anything like that, but I won't play ball for a day or two. Some ball player aren't I? Maybe I am getting old. Think it's possible? Don't believe I am and I'll prove it to you when I get a chance - I hope.
This morning I saw my first kangaroo. It was only a baby. Have no idea how old but its body was about a foot long and the tail that much longer. Some of the boys had caught it yesterday. Ran it down and they say they had a hell of a job too. They can cover territory fast. The colonel is keeping him. Says he will drink and eat grass already and likes to be held and petted. He's the color of a wild rabbit. Hair looks very much the same. Face resembles a rat somewhat. Small front legs and big hind ones with heavy nails, about like claws. Quite some critter. No one has seen the mother. He may be an orphan.
The boys have been having a lot of fun trapping rats. The island seems to be alive with them. Get up in the morning and they have tramped out almost all our tracks in the dust inside the tent. They are mostly little fellows about the size of a half grown one back home. However, there is also a super race of rats here. Get as big as an eight week old pig. No kidding, the body is at least two feet long. I've seen a few of them killed on the roads.
Lots of pretty birds that I can't identify. All I can recognize are parrots and there are plenty of them. The jungle echoes with their harsh cries all the time. Some pure white, some black, and some with all the colors of the rainbow on them. I even saw some birds today that closely resemble our swallows, in actions, and size. They don't have the tails and are a grey brown in color. Another monstrosity are the big bats. See them flying around every evening. They are nearly as big as a small chicken with a three foot wing spread. Vicious looking brat. The insects are the critters that really thrive here. If you look close you can probably see grease spots on the paper where I've killed them. The lights attract them in swarms and I have to keep brushing and blowing them away so I can write. From the fuss you make over one fly I can imagine you'd wear yourself out down here. Alive with them.
This hasn't been much love letter has it? I think I'll renege on you tonight and quit with this much. I'll see what I can do tomorrow.
Night sweetheart, I'm loving you all the time. I'm missing you too, like the very devil.
Your soldier.
Norm.
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