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October 22, 1944
October 22, 1944
New Guinea / Sunday
Hello Mummy;
Woke up
this morning to the tune of rain drops pattering on the tent. Rained for some time, and is still
stormy. Looks so we didn’t take our trip
to the beach. I’ve been catching up on
my writing instead. I’ve written to Mom,
Vi, and Jim so far. I wrote to Mom and
Pop Kelser last night, so I guess I’m all caught up again with my “extra
letters.” I can just talk with you
now. Maybe this afternoon I will get
ambitious and do a little work on the surprises. I know, honey, you’re thinking well hurry up
and quit talking about it. Just keep
your pants on and I’ll get them done yet.
All this talk and time in making them are going to have you expecting a
lot more than they are. Don’t expect too
much, honey. They really are only small
simple things that I could make in no time at home where I have the tools and
time. Only some more “tokens” and their
only value will be the sentiment I send with them. I’ve got some other little surprises cooking
in the back of my mind, too. All I need
is to get to doing them.
I’m afraid
the letter I wrote Vi today was a bit screwy and you may hear about it. She made a few remarks in her last one that
got me started and I wrote what came out.
Anyhow, I didn’t do as I said the other night and write a sample of the
La-de-da parts she was curious. I was
tempted though just to advertise how nice you are and how much I love you. You used to tell me that people thought I
didn’t love you cause I wasn’t demonstrative in public. Thought it was a one-sided affair. Do you think some of my letters would change
their opinion? I do love you. I’m proud of it and I want everyone to know
it, so there to.
Sweetheart,
you watch your step with these old me that bring you ice cream and such. They me be just looking for a nice sensible
to take care of them. You’ve already got
one old man to take care of, and even if he can’t keep you bush and isn’t around
right now, he still wants you and intends to have you. He’s very much in love with you. You’re his wife. Mrs. Effinger. Gosh I like that.
I see you
have done your part and have the supplies on the way that I need for some of my
projects. I won’t have any excuse then
will I?
OK darling,
I won’t ever be afraid of you becoming so self sufficient that you won’t need
me anymore. I know how you feel about it
all. I can exist and get along in some
shape without you, but I sure as hell don’t like to and won’t a minute longer
than I have to. We weren’t so very long
but it was long enough for me to find out that I’d never want to be without
you. I’ll take over and give you a
shoulder to lean on, but remember I’ll need support too. We’ll support each and together we can lick
most anything and be darn happy doing it.
We’re in love, aren’t we?
I guess you
are probably right about me not having much time to do any reading once I’m
home again. I’ll have a lot of lost time
to make up for in my evenings. Any
number of things we have planned to build and do about the place. Have to finish that upstairs if our plans
work. No room for a third party in our
present bedroom. By the time we get that
all done the new member will have arrived and you’ll have other things than
reading to me to take care of. I guess
I’ll just stay unread until we get our family raised and we’re taking things
easy. How’s that? I won’t object if you want to read to me
while I’m working on our projects but I’m afraid saws and hammers and such
would give you an awful lot of competition.
No, honey,
I didn’t get any more medals for your collection, just a note on my service
record. ]
I was
interrupted on this letter and now it’s night again. Brownie, Clarke, Otis, Talkington, and I took
off for the beach after dinner and had a good time. We got ourselves a whole mess of coconuts
too. We’ve got a couple dozen here in
the tent so we can eat coconut for a few days.
If I can’t go hickory or walnut hunting I can go coconut hunting
anyhow. The results are more gratifying
to the eye too. With the husk on they’re
as big as footballs, so forty or fifty of them make quite a stack. We had some wonderful swimming. The rollers were really coming in. Great big husky ones that would bury us in a
smoother of white foam one minute and the next toss us high up the crest of
another. Take an awful beating in a
short time, but gosh it’s fun. Took a
couple more pictures necessary to finish another roll. When the pictures once start coming in, they
should come regularly for awhile. I
think I know a girl that is going to be in the picture business in a big way
when these pictures start coming. There
have been at least twenty fellows that want copies of the jungle pictures. You haven’t yet had time to say you’ll do it,
but I think you will. You’re sweet to
soldiers.
I know that
these stories of far places and strange things I’m seeing do make you wish you
could see them also. Too bad, honey, the
Army doesn’t let us have our wives along with us. I’d like for you to be seeing all this
too. Gosh would I like to have you with
me all the time. Wouldn’t much give a
damn then how long the war did last.
Vi said she
would also have liked to go up the trail but (she) doubted here ability to do
it. So do I. If you two gals took a trip like that you
wouldn’t need to think about diets the extra you’re always talking about.
Gosh,
Honey, all those boxes with things to eat sound mighty good to me. Mom K told me in her letter that she had been
vetoed on her suggestions by you. She
seemed to feel that cookies and etc weren’t very much to be sending to me. I’m glad you didn’t let them get things cause
I really can’t use very much and it would probably have to be discarded. You can always tell people that things to eat
our are biggest desire. Keep ‘em coming.
Who said
you aren’t a football fan in your own right?
Taking your day off on Friday so you can take in the whole game and
wanting very much to go to the Wadsworth game.
I don’t see why you shouldn’t unless you’re short of gas or can’t get
off work. I sure remember that game of
two years ago. That was one of the
thrillers that only happen at intervals.
No more
letters today. I have the two from
Sunday the 8th to answer and I’ll leave them for tomorrow.
I’m going
to make up my bed for one and go to sleep.
I don’t say go to bed cause all I ever do there is sleep now days. No special fun, just a necessity.
Night
darling. I’m missing you and loving you
more than even you know. I love you my
sweetheart wife.
Your lover,
Norm.
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