Feb 4, 1944
Fri eve.
Hello, Honey Bunch;
Another week nearly shot, they're rolling right along. Let 'em go. I'm not sorry. Every one gone is one closer to that time and the day we're looking for. Boy, honey, that'll be the day.
We are still going along at slow speed in the shop, keeping busy but not hurrying any. Stand around and talk and shoot the shit once in a while. Get Brownie and Lt. Newberger telling stories and they are pleased to have us stand around and listen. They both love to tell stories of what they have seen and done. Good part of them are stretched a little, but they're fun to listen to. I take it all in, like I believed every word and that keeps them going.
Some of Lt Newberger's stories are especially interesting. He was in the army as an enlisted man, before the war and was stationed in Hawaii a couple years. He was there when the islands were being fortified but had come back to O.C.S. shortly before Pearl Harbor.
We quit at the shop at 3 this afternoon and went with the rest of the company to see another training film. It was shown at a theater on the other side of camp, couple miles away, so we had a road march along with it. Even double timed part of the way. Another first since basic. My wind isn't as good as last summer, but it wouldn't take much training to put me back in shape again. Haven't slipped as much as I expected I had. I guess lots of sleep and walking and crawling in and out, up and over these tanks, must keep us in fair shape. I have even lost a little of the weight you put on me. I'm now at 185. Still have 5 of your pounds left. Not doing so bad am I? I'll go down again when it gets hot once more.
Honey, you talk about some of your "kids" being bricks. You ought to have a room full of these camp newsboys. Then you'd really have something. If they would learn lessons as quickly and thoroughly as they pick up G.I. talk, they'd be all right. One little fellow comes to our barracks every night. Can't be more than 12 yrs old, and small for that age. About Kelly's size. No matter what is said to them they have an answer. Usually not printable, but an effective answer.
Tonight one of the boys was kidding him about his paper. The kid says. "Aw, blow it out your G.I. ass, if you don't like the paper don't buy the damn thing." Then he walked up to another fellow, he's a man of my age, but very small, not over 5 ft. The kid says," How about you shorty?" " Want a paper?"
A few nights ago one of the smart guys asked the kid if he had a sister. He said he did have and then the wise guy said, "Does she put out?" The kid came right back, "Damned if I know, but if she does you wouldn't get any of it." How's that for a kid of that age? He'll sure be able to take care of himself when he grows up.
Gosh honey, I got three nice letters from you today. Yours from Monday and Tues. You're getting too good when you write two the same day. I sure can't keep up to that. Have a hell of a time writing you once a day. You got me stopped. I can't compete. You're sweet and I love you. I'll start answering them and save at least one for tomorrow.
You know I'm proud of you anyhow. You don't have to do things, like driving on icy roads, to make me proud of you. Just being you is enough.
I'm glad to hear you are doing it. I knew you could, only you wouldn't try it. Lots of things you thought you couldn't do, you're doing now and doing very well. Guess I got a right to be proud of you. You're a very sweet person and my wife. That's the part I like best. MY WIFE. Means a whole lot.
I had been meaning to ask if you knew how Carl stood in the draft. Now I don't need to ask. Always know what I'm thinking of don't you?
Martha always was afraid to stay alone even for the short time on Sat. evening. That's why she always went to town on Sat night, and why she always came along when Carl came to help me. Another incident that helps prove you are a very unusual gal. Do you believe me yet? Another reason that ought to prove it. I love you.
I don't know how much Carl paid off to Steve, but I would think nearly all of it. If he hasn't they'll have to keep paying I expect. Steve was a bit peeved when Carl quit. She's so close to "Pop" I imagine he'll take over the farm and stock. Shouldn't be too bad. It's no fun for anyone. We know that.
I refuse the balling out about writing letters. I knew you'd be sweet enough to not blame me for missing a few days, but I hate to do it. You've been so faithful about it and I know you like them as much as I do. I feel like I'm not playing the game when I don't write.
The trouble between the paratroopers and our outfit has quieted down No more trouble since the time I wrote of. Just like two strange dogs I guess.
I often wondered what I had that attracted you. You compliment me on my teeth and smile. That must be it. Can't think of much else about me good enough to bring me so much good luck. I'll be doubly careful of them now.
I really think I will enjoy having my "puppy dog" wife follow me around and that isn't all. I may turn the tables and follow you when you aren't following me. Doesn't seem now, like I could ever see enough of you again. I didn't know how much I loved you before ---- I do now.
I don't think you were nosey. You liked me.
I got off the track back away. The training film was on England and the English, giving background of their life and customs and presenting a side of their part in the war I had never heard or read of. Some of it may be propaganda, but even if only part of it is true, it surely changes the picture as we have been shown it here in America. The picture shows them playing a large and very unselfish part in the war. Makes me wonder which is the true story. There are to be more, one on each of our allies. Very interesting at least.
Well honey, I have only answered one of your letters, so far and I think I'll quit. I know I won't take a notion and start in again later. I'll let you stay ahead of me there. One letter a day is all I can manage. Some other things I could do a lot better than that. Get me? I'd even get up at 2 or 3 in the morning for that.
I'll say bye for now, sweetheart. Maybe I won't get any letters tomorrow and then I can answer these other two of yours.
Night Sweetheart. I love you so much. Both of us do. I'm thinking of you a lot. I love you honey, and I miss you like hell. Here's some extra hugs and kisses and everything I haven't any use for here.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Letter # 197 February 3, 1944
Feb 3, 1944
Thurs. Eve.
Hello, Baby;
I really don't know what I'm going to write about tonight. I can usually think of something, but tonight my mind seems blank. No reason either. Haven't been working so very hard, not a bit tired, feel swell and everything. Wish you were here. I think maybe I'm in one of my lazy moods. I guess lazy isn't the proper word. It's one of those infrequent moods when I didn't care about doing anything but sitting and maybe talking a little or dozing in a chair. All unbuttoned and relaxed. Not a thing on my mind. That's why I said I wish you were here. Bet I'd snap out in a hurry then and be ready to do something. Think I would be in favor of going to bed real early and love at a slow pace for a long time.
Of course, I don't think I would love slowly for a while right now, but I was comparing my mood to identical ones when I was home --- long ago. I loves you honey. Wish it was possible for you to be here all the time. I'd probably be too busy or too tired or something to pay you as much attention as you deserve, but it would be a lot of comfort to me, to have you here any how. I like to see you, talk to you, have you around, feel you, love you, and everything.
You are such a nice, comfortable person and, at the same time, you can be so exciting and disturbing, it's hard to find any words to say what I want to. All I can say is, I love you , want you, miss you, I glad I got'cha and I'm positive I'll always feel the same about you. Does that give you any idea of how much you mean to me? I don't think it would if you didn't feel the same way. We'll show each other when we get the chance and keep on showing each other from then on ----.
I didn't get a letter today so I don't have anything to answer. This letter is going to be a fizzle, I know. What we both need is a nice long furlough, to give us a rest from letter writing.
I'm keeping my fingers and everything crossed, hoping they get us off this alert and start giving furloughs again. When they do, you can bet I'm going to start asking and keep on until I get one. If I get one in my turn [as they were given last time] I'll have to wait quite a while. I was nearly the last in the outfit, before. I'm hoping I can talk my way in ahead though. Being married, I have a chance and I think Lt. Newberger will do all he can to help. I'm not really planning on them shipping us, you see. I will try to get one as soon as possible now, and that will just about break in half the time until you are free again. I am planning and praying we leave here and then I'll be very agreeable to your coming to stay with me. If we are still here, I won't be much in favor of it, but I won't do as I did at Christmas. Won't object again. You know what it is, at least I've tried to tell you, and you can follow your own judgement. Sure would be swell for me. You would be taking the beating.
It's kinda like the story of the gal that said she'd walk 5 miles or even 10 miles, but damned if she'd walk 15 miles to keep any man from getting a dose. I've said no, two or three times now. Ask again and I won't object.
I don't know what brought this on. Guess I was thinking too hard, trying to find something to write about, or maybe it's because I was looking at some of my pictures of you and desire ran away with me.
Anyhow, you can remember this as a warning. You are on your own from now on. I know you'll be sensible and think about it, before you do anything.
We are still picking up odd and end jobs on the tanks, getting them all fixed up in good shape, [we think]. Probably all break down when we go out again. I guess we are to spend a good part of next week in the field. Hope the weather stays like it has been recently. Just dandy. I cut the weather report from the Alexandria paper and am sending it along.
Alexandria is a small city about 50 or 60 miles north east of here so it's probably nearly the same as our report would be here. I don't know if you ever found it or not but I left a map of La in the bookshelves by the telephone. Top one, right side, I think. Thought you might be interested in seeing where places I might mention were.
Sweetheart, this has been a rather pointless, rambling letter, so I'll stop it now.
If you're like I am, it doesn't matter much what the letter says. Getting one is the only thing that counts. Of course, it's nice to read all the nice things you say about me and I do like to know what you're doing. Still, I'm very happy, before I even open the letter. I heard from my wife. It does mean a lot. I love 'em.
I love you. You're the nicest thing ever came my way. I'm gonna keep you too. Night Chubbins, I loves you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thurs. Eve.
Hello, Baby;
I really don't know what I'm going to write about tonight. I can usually think of something, but tonight my mind seems blank. No reason either. Haven't been working so very hard, not a bit tired, feel swell and everything. Wish you were here. I think maybe I'm in one of my lazy moods. I guess lazy isn't the proper word. It's one of those infrequent moods when I didn't care about doing anything but sitting and maybe talking a little or dozing in a chair. All unbuttoned and relaxed. Not a thing on my mind. That's why I said I wish you were here. Bet I'd snap out in a hurry then and be ready to do something. Think I would be in favor of going to bed real early and love at a slow pace for a long time.
Of course, I don't think I would love slowly for a while right now, but I was comparing my mood to identical ones when I was home --- long ago. I loves you honey. Wish it was possible for you to be here all the time. I'd probably be too busy or too tired or something to pay you as much attention as you deserve, but it would be a lot of comfort to me, to have you here any how. I like to see you, talk to you, have you around, feel you, love you, and everything.
You are such a nice, comfortable person and, at the same time, you can be so exciting and disturbing, it's hard to find any words to say what I want to. All I can say is, I love you , want you, miss you, I glad I got'cha and I'm positive I'll always feel the same about you. Does that give you any idea of how much you mean to me? I don't think it would if you didn't feel the same way. We'll show each other when we get the chance and keep on showing each other from then on ----.
I didn't get a letter today so I don't have anything to answer. This letter is going to be a fizzle, I know. What we both need is a nice long furlough, to give us a rest from letter writing.
I'm keeping my fingers and everything crossed, hoping they get us off this alert and start giving furloughs again. When they do, you can bet I'm going to start asking and keep on until I get one. If I get one in my turn [as they were given last time] I'll have to wait quite a while. I was nearly the last in the outfit, before. I'm hoping I can talk my way in ahead though. Being married, I have a chance and I think Lt. Newberger will do all he can to help. I'm not really planning on them shipping us, you see. I will try to get one as soon as possible now, and that will just about break in half the time until you are free again. I am planning and praying we leave here and then I'll be very agreeable to your coming to stay with me. If we are still here, I won't be much in favor of it, but I won't do as I did at Christmas. Won't object again. You know what it is, at least I've tried to tell you, and you can follow your own judgement. Sure would be swell for me. You would be taking the beating.
It's kinda like the story of the gal that said she'd walk 5 miles or even 10 miles, but damned if she'd walk 15 miles to keep any man from getting a dose. I've said no, two or three times now. Ask again and I won't object.
I don't know what brought this on. Guess I was thinking too hard, trying to find something to write about, or maybe it's because I was looking at some of my pictures of you and desire ran away with me.
Anyhow, you can remember this as a warning. You are on your own from now on. I know you'll be sensible and think about it, before you do anything.
We are still picking up odd and end jobs on the tanks, getting them all fixed up in good shape, [we think]. Probably all break down when we go out again. I guess we are to spend a good part of next week in the field. Hope the weather stays like it has been recently. Just dandy. I cut the weather report from the Alexandria paper and am sending it along.
Alexandria is a small city about 50 or 60 miles north east of here so it's probably nearly the same as our report would be here. I don't know if you ever found it or not but I left a map of La in the bookshelves by the telephone. Top one, right side, I think. Thought you might be interested in seeing where places I might mention were.
Sweetheart, this has been a rather pointless, rambling letter, so I'll stop it now.
If you're like I am, it doesn't matter much what the letter says. Getting one is the only thing that counts. Of course, it's nice to read all the nice things you say about me and I do like to know what you're doing. Still, I'm very happy, before I even open the letter. I heard from my wife. It does mean a lot. I love 'em.
I love you. You're the nicest thing ever came my way. I'm gonna keep you too. Night Chubbins, I loves you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Letter # 196 February 2, 1944
Feb. 2, 1944
Wed. Eve.
Dearest Tootsie Wuggles;
Ground Hog day again. Did he see his shadow? He surely would have seen it down here, but I don't think they have such critters. Never saw one. In fact, I've seen very little animal or bird life of any kind here. Only snakes and bugs. The boys that have been out over the state say the eastern part is much better. Rice farms, cotton & fruit and they say the rice fields are alive with ducks, geese and other birds.
Our nice weather is still holding. I discarded my heavy underwear a couple weeks ago and haven't had them on since. It still rains occasionally but hasn't gotten cold at all. I'd guess it to be about 50 degrees in the morning and up to 75 degrees in the day. If all winter would have been like this it would have been swell. It begins to look like spring is here in La. Days are noticeably longer. Only just got dark and it's 7:30 already. They better hurry up and move us if they are going to. I can almost feel that hot summer sun already. In case we are still here when summer comes, I'd hate to think of you coming down here. I know you'd melt. Poor honey. I'd always be stinky, salty, and wet too. Wouldn't even be nice to cuddle up to. Wish they'd move us to the mountains or way up north.
Speaking of birds. Have you ever seen any around our bird feeder? I guess that was a flop for everything but looks. I'll have to try another kind next time. I still think it was a good idea. Never get wet or snowy, but the birds don't like it.
We are really getting our work at the shop caught up. Since the boys went to Texas for gunnery school, the tanks have not been moved and that also helps a lot. We are all caught up on major repairs and are now taking each tank and going over them, fixing the little unimportant things. I spent all day straightening fenders, ammunition racks, painting rusty spots, and things like that. We are already about 10 days ahead on our 50 hour checks and looking for things to do.
You see, after ever 50 hours of operation a tank is supposed to be thoroughly checked by a mechanic. Since I've been in this outfit we haven't had time to do that. Kept us plenty busy keeping them running, without looking for trouble. If we can keep that far ahead and get the checks made, we'll be able to save a lot of hard work. The old saying, " A stitch in time saves nine." The army calls it preventative maintenance. Anyhow, we now get time to take a break, now and then and are beginning to do a little playing. Like we used to do at the store. Horseplay. We quit on time, noon and evening. Seems good for a change. Hope it continues. Aren't I getting to be a lazy devil though?
Good thing I've got a capable wife to take care of me when I come home. Maybe I can even get to her to get up first, tend the fire, and call me when breakfast is ready. You can keep your job and I'll stay home and mow the lawn and hoe the garden if I'm not too lazy or tired. What do you think of that?
I could even do the sewing now. I just finished sewing on some buttons and patching a big rip in the back of my shirt. Very neat job too. Glad you can't see it. I had the whole ass pocket ripped out of my fatigues last night and after looking at it for a while, I decided it was too much work to sew it up. I took them over to another fellow in another company who used to be a tailor. He has a sewing machine in the day room and makes a spare time business of sewing for the boys. He sewed my pants up all right. It only took about 5 minutes and he charged me $.50, so I did my own sewing tonight. I know if I'd figure my time it would cost as much, but what the hell? My time isn't worth much these days.
If I had my honey down here, it would be worth a lot. Remember how I used to go without dinner at Knox, so e could get in early to see you? I loves you sweetheart.
I got a nice, long two day letter from you today. A six pager and you wrote it all on Sun. night. I'll answer it now.
I'm curious to know which tire it was that gave out. It's not important but I'm wondering if it was the Dunlop tire. If it was, I'm not surprised, because that is the one we bought on our first trip to Michigan, way back in '39. Remember? First time I ever really went to bed with you. You weren't much good, but it sure as hell was thrilling or upsetting or something. Wow!----
About vulcanizing the tire. If it's at all possible for you to get a new one, I wouldn't do it. Remember the trouble I had with the one I had vulcanized.
You are turning out to be a trapper after all, aren't you? Two mean old mice at one time. Pretty good I'd say. If I were you I wouldn't depend too much on me getting home before they begin to smell. Why don't you throw trap, mice and all out? Traps only cost a nickle apiece.
Maybe if you would write to the president or someone and tell him you want me to have a furlough so I can do away with your mice, it might help. I'd sure be glad to "come right home", but I might forget all about the mice when I got there. I know damn well it wouldn't be the first thing I'd do, or the second either.
Oh. Oh! I can see right now, I'm not going to come out even on this paper. Afraid I won't be able to fill this sheet.
I guess there isn't much you can do about the moles. They are rather hard to do something about. The weather being so mild gives them a good chance. You can't do anything until spring. Then rake the piles down and tramp on 'em so it's level for the lawn mower. They can be trapped or gassed but it's too much for you. The damage isn't permanent so don't worry about it.
Sometime when Pop is over there, you might get his opinion on the drive, If it looks like it needs gravel, better get it. Either Joe Ream or Gus Letterly will accommodate you I think. They can spread it with the truck and won't be any work for you.
How is your coal holding out? Don't let it get too low, before you get more.
These letters of mine are getting to be rather business letters aren't they? I sure haven't been turning out anything like a love letter recently. I do love you so much, but I can't find any new way to tell you about it. You'll have to be satisfied with a plain, ordinary, I love you and miss you more and more all the time. Gee, I glad I gotcha, sweetheart. You're my wife an' everything, an' I loves you so much. You're tops, you're everything nice and desirable, you're my sweetheart and I'm your lover.
Night, honey chile, I loves you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Wed. Eve.
Dearest Tootsie Wuggles;
Ground Hog day again. Did he see his shadow? He surely would have seen it down here, but I don't think they have such critters. Never saw one. In fact, I've seen very little animal or bird life of any kind here. Only snakes and bugs. The boys that have been out over the state say the eastern part is much better. Rice farms, cotton & fruit and they say the rice fields are alive with ducks, geese and other birds.
Our nice weather is still holding. I discarded my heavy underwear a couple weeks ago and haven't had them on since. It still rains occasionally but hasn't gotten cold at all. I'd guess it to be about 50 degrees in the morning and up to 75 degrees in the day. If all winter would have been like this it would have been swell. It begins to look like spring is here in La. Days are noticeably longer. Only just got dark and it's 7:30 already. They better hurry up and move us if they are going to. I can almost feel that hot summer sun already. In case we are still here when summer comes, I'd hate to think of you coming down here. I know you'd melt. Poor honey. I'd always be stinky, salty, and wet too. Wouldn't even be nice to cuddle up to. Wish they'd move us to the mountains or way up north.
Speaking of birds. Have you ever seen any around our bird feeder? I guess that was a flop for everything but looks. I'll have to try another kind next time. I still think it was a good idea. Never get wet or snowy, but the birds don't like it.
We are really getting our work at the shop caught up. Since the boys went to Texas for gunnery school, the tanks have not been moved and that also helps a lot. We are all caught up on major repairs and are now taking each tank and going over them, fixing the little unimportant things. I spent all day straightening fenders, ammunition racks, painting rusty spots, and things like that. We are already about 10 days ahead on our 50 hour checks and looking for things to do.
You see, after ever 50 hours of operation a tank is supposed to be thoroughly checked by a mechanic. Since I've been in this outfit we haven't had time to do that. Kept us plenty busy keeping them running, without looking for trouble. If we can keep that far ahead and get the checks made, we'll be able to save a lot of hard work. The old saying, " A stitch in time saves nine." The army calls it preventative maintenance. Anyhow, we now get time to take a break, now and then and are beginning to do a little playing. Like we used to do at the store. Horseplay. We quit on time, noon and evening. Seems good for a change. Hope it continues. Aren't I getting to be a lazy devil though?
Good thing I've got a capable wife to take care of me when I come home. Maybe I can even get to her to get up first, tend the fire, and call me when breakfast is ready. You can keep your job and I'll stay home and mow the lawn and hoe the garden if I'm not too lazy or tired. What do you think of that?
I could even do the sewing now. I just finished sewing on some buttons and patching a big rip in the back of my shirt. Very neat job too. Glad you can't see it. I had the whole ass pocket ripped out of my fatigues last night and after looking at it for a while, I decided it was too much work to sew it up. I took them over to another fellow in another company who used to be a tailor. He has a sewing machine in the day room and makes a spare time business of sewing for the boys. He sewed my pants up all right. It only took about 5 minutes and he charged me $.50, so I did my own sewing tonight. I know if I'd figure my time it would cost as much, but what the hell? My time isn't worth much these days.
If I had my honey down here, it would be worth a lot. Remember how I used to go without dinner at Knox, so e could get in early to see you? I loves you sweetheart.
I got a nice, long two day letter from you today. A six pager and you wrote it all on Sun. night. I'll answer it now.
I'm curious to know which tire it was that gave out. It's not important but I'm wondering if it was the Dunlop tire. If it was, I'm not surprised, because that is the one we bought on our first trip to Michigan, way back in '39. Remember? First time I ever really went to bed with you. You weren't much good, but it sure as hell was thrilling or upsetting or something. Wow!----
About vulcanizing the tire. If it's at all possible for you to get a new one, I wouldn't do it. Remember the trouble I had with the one I had vulcanized.
You are turning out to be a trapper after all, aren't you? Two mean old mice at one time. Pretty good I'd say. If I were you I wouldn't depend too much on me getting home before they begin to smell. Why don't you throw trap, mice and all out? Traps only cost a nickle apiece.
Maybe if you would write to the president or someone and tell him you want me to have a furlough so I can do away with your mice, it might help. I'd sure be glad to "come right home", but I might forget all about the mice when I got there. I know damn well it wouldn't be the first thing I'd do, or the second either.
Oh. Oh! I can see right now, I'm not going to come out even on this paper. Afraid I won't be able to fill this sheet.
I guess there isn't much you can do about the moles. They are rather hard to do something about. The weather being so mild gives them a good chance. You can't do anything until spring. Then rake the piles down and tramp on 'em so it's level for the lawn mower. They can be trapped or gassed but it's too much for you. The damage isn't permanent so don't worry about it.
Sometime when Pop is over there, you might get his opinion on the drive, If it looks like it needs gravel, better get it. Either Joe Ream or Gus Letterly will accommodate you I think. They can spread it with the truck and won't be any work for you.
How is your coal holding out? Don't let it get too low, before you get more.
These letters of mine are getting to be rather business letters aren't they? I sure haven't been turning out anything like a love letter recently. I do love you so much, but I can't find any new way to tell you about it. You'll have to be satisfied with a plain, ordinary, I love you and miss you more and more all the time. Gee, I glad I gotcha, sweetheart. You're my wife an' everything, an' I loves you so much. You're tops, you're everything nice and desirable, you're my sweetheart and I'm your lover.
Night, honey chile, I loves you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Letter # 195 February 1, 1944
Feb. 1, 1944
Tues. eve.
My Sweetheart;
First I'm going to answer your Fri. letter and then, if I can find something else to write about and have some time, I'll continue.
You said you didn't think you could ever take a year of this army business. I was somewhat different when I first left, but it didn't take me long to begin to wonder if I could either. I didn't at first realize how much I was going to miss you. Had never been like that before when I was away. Home was where ever I hung my hat. Not that way any more. You're to blame for it too. You sweet old devil. I love you and this war can end any time and it won't be too soon for me. I'll be very glad to come back and be your husband again. I'm sure hoping it won't be too much longer. I miss you.
Honey, your story of the flat tire is rather amusing. Also saying that is one little bit of educating I neglected. If you can remember back a few years, I did once tell you, you ought to learn to change a tire and you laughed at me. You said, "I'll never change any damn old tire." "I'll run it to some place on the rim or just sit until someone comes after me." I told you right then, "If you ever run a tire of mine flat, I'll spank you good." I remember the incident very well and think they are almost the exact words. At the time it made me kinda mad that you wouldn't even watch or think it possible you might ever need to know. By this time you probably know it didn't hurt the tire to be flat all night as long as the car isn't moved while flat. I'll admit that jack is a "piss poor" imitation, but that is what they use on cars now days. It fits under the bumper either front or back. I had to look at it a while to figure it out when I first saw it. Then, if you don't block the wheels so the car can't roll either way, it will usually fall off the jack about the time you get it jacked up. Just as well you didn't try it. Hope you found someone willing to help you out. I'm sure as hell willing, but too far away. I'd change a tire for you any day for a kiss or even a nice smile.
I can see you paddling that kid. Probably about the same as I've seen you spank cats and dogs. No wonder he grinned when you put him down the first time. He may have liked to lay across your knee and have his butt patted. I even like that. Remember?
I don't think you're "crosser'n hell." A little annoyed perhaps. I think you need a little lovin. Bet that's all that ails you. I've done the best I can by mail. For anything more satisfactory I'll have to be there in person, or delegate some 4F or somebody to pinch hit for me.
I don't know why I should feel like a new woman. After not seeing you for so long you'll be as good as a new one. [probably have to use some slippum for the first few again] Bet the old thing is all shrunk up again. I never did look around for a new one, when I had you all the time, so why should I now? I'd only be disappointed if I did. Never find another like you. I'll always want you honey. You made me love you and now you won't ever be able to get rid of me.
So Gus Maitland is really going to be called. It's a damn shame. Can't see any reason for it. Jean surely has my sympathy. It's going to be a tough row to hoe for her. Is she going to try it alone or is she going home? If there is anything the two of you can work out don't hesitate to do it on my account. Anything you might work out has my approval. I'm not trying to suggest anything. I don't know anything to suggest. Just giving my support to anything you might be able to do to help.
I know Jean is the kind of gal that can take it and she'll make out all right somehow but I imagine any help she gets will be welcome. Being an experienced war widow you will have your chance to help another over the bumps. First Louise and now Jean - I guess you'll find plenty of opportunity to repay others for the help you've gotten. I don't know what it would be but if I can help in any way, say so.
Sweetheart, you better forget the part about wanting a few hairs to run your fingers through and curl. These G.I.'s don't leave room for much of that, although the barber told me the other night that I did have a lot of hair there yet, if it just grew out. So there too. I'm afraid if you want to curl any hair on me you'll have to do it on my chest or [someplace else].
I guess I've about filled my quota of paper for tonight. No letter today, but I bet I get a nice one tomorrow.
Night sweetheart. I love you so much and miss you like hell. I loves you mummy.
your hubby.
Norm.
Tues. eve.
My Sweetheart;
First I'm going to answer your Fri. letter and then, if I can find something else to write about and have some time, I'll continue.
You said you didn't think you could ever take a year of this army business. I was somewhat different when I first left, but it didn't take me long to begin to wonder if I could either. I didn't at first realize how much I was going to miss you. Had never been like that before when I was away. Home was where ever I hung my hat. Not that way any more. You're to blame for it too. You sweet old devil. I love you and this war can end any time and it won't be too soon for me. I'll be very glad to come back and be your husband again. I'm sure hoping it won't be too much longer. I miss you.
Honey, your story of the flat tire is rather amusing. Also saying that is one little bit of educating I neglected. If you can remember back a few years, I did once tell you, you ought to learn to change a tire and you laughed at me. You said, "I'll never change any damn old tire." "I'll run it to some place on the rim or just sit until someone comes after me." I told you right then, "If you ever run a tire of mine flat, I'll spank you good." I remember the incident very well and think they are almost the exact words. At the time it made me kinda mad that you wouldn't even watch or think it possible you might ever need to know. By this time you probably know it didn't hurt the tire to be flat all night as long as the car isn't moved while flat. I'll admit that jack is a "piss poor" imitation, but that is what they use on cars now days. It fits under the bumper either front or back. I had to look at it a while to figure it out when I first saw it. Then, if you don't block the wheels so the car can't roll either way, it will usually fall off the jack about the time you get it jacked up. Just as well you didn't try it. Hope you found someone willing to help you out. I'm sure as hell willing, but too far away. I'd change a tire for you any day for a kiss or even a nice smile.
I can see you paddling that kid. Probably about the same as I've seen you spank cats and dogs. No wonder he grinned when you put him down the first time. He may have liked to lay across your knee and have his butt patted. I even like that. Remember?
I don't think you're "crosser'n hell." A little annoyed perhaps. I think you need a little lovin. Bet that's all that ails you. I've done the best I can by mail. For anything more satisfactory I'll have to be there in person, or delegate some 4F or somebody to pinch hit for me.
I don't know why I should feel like a new woman. After not seeing you for so long you'll be as good as a new one. [probably have to use some slippum for the first few again] Bet the old thing is all shrunk up again. I never did look around for a new one, when I had you all the time, so why should I now? I'd only be disappointed if I did. Never find another like you. I'll always want you honey. You made me love you and now you won't ever be able to get rid of me.
So Gus Maitland is really going to be called. It's a damn shame. Can't see any reason for it. Jean surely has my sympathy. It's going to be a tough row to hoe for her. Is she going to try it alone or is she going home? If there is anything the two of you can work out don't hesitate to do it on my account. Anything you might work out has my approval. I'm not trying to suggest anything. I don't know anything to suggest. Just giving my support to anything you might be able to do to help.
I know Jean is the kind of gal that can take it and she'll make out all right somehow but I imagine any help she gets will be welcome. Being an experienced war widow you will have your chance to help another over the bumps. First Louise and now Jean - I guess you'll find plenty of opportunity to repay others for the help you've gotten. I don't know what it would be but if I can help in any way, say so.
Sweetheart, you better forget the part about wanting a few hairs to run your fingers through and curl. These G.I.'s don't leave room for much of that, although the barber told me the other night that I did have a lot of hair there yet, if it just grew out. So there too. I'm afraid if you want to curl any hair on me you'll have to do it on my chest or [someplace else].
I guess I've about filled my quota of paper for tonight. No letter today, but I bet I get a nice one tomorrow.
Night sweetheart. I love you so much and miss you like hell. I loves you mummy.
your hubby.
Norm.
Letter # 194 January 31, 1944
Jan 31, 1944
Mon. eve.
My Darling Wife;
Here it is the last of Jan, in fact it is nearly the first of Feb. as I write this. I went to another basketball game, this time because I wanted to, and then we had a party in the barracks.
I got Tib's box today. It was swell. Not a crumb left. Baker said it was nearly as good as he could do - Brownie damn near choked getting the first piece down fast, so he could get a second. Says he is a judge of angels food cake and this is as good as any he's ever eaten. I can also heartily endorse it. You can see, it was well received. I'm just telling you this, this time. I'm not giving you credit for it. I'll get a letter to Tib someday.
After the party I retired to the day room, and had me a grand time with the funnies and papers. Knowing how fast I read the funnies, you can guess what happened to the time.
Went to the show last night. "Allie Babba and the Forty Thieves". Maria Montez & Jon Hall. Good entertainment and very beautiful. It's in technicolor. Even the gals were beautiful. It's harder to get in the theaters here than it was at North Camp. The show starts at 7 and we went shortly after six. The line was so long already that we would never have gotten in if I hadn't cheated. It's called "bucking the line" in the army. A fellow I know quite well was in the front of the line so I stepped in with him and got tickets for the rest of us. The place was already so full we couldn't get seats together. I don't believe all of that line got in for the last show. This trying to go someplace in camp is like going to a very popular amusement park, back in the gay 30's. Way too crowded to suit me.
The eagle shit again today. Early this month for some reason. I don't care. They can start paying every week if they want to.
I went back to being a mechanic today. Did a 50 hour check on two tanks. We are caught up for the present and are beginning to have time to take care of the little things that prevent big troubles.
Heard a report or rumor today that this battalion is only allotted 35,000 gal of gasoline to finish our training here. That probably sounds like a lot to you, but it only means about four trips to the field for the whole battalion. Our own company will use about 2500 gal, each trip. See where the gas goes.
Honey, I almost had that 3 day pass today. Remember? I told about the incident with Angie and Lt. Newberger. Well I guess he had arranged passes for all of us. Baker & Mac to go tomorrow, Wed & Thurs. and Brownie and I to go Fri, Sat & Sun. I wasn't very wild about it but was going anyhow and spend the time on a trip to the Gulf and maybe New Orleans. The battalion commander stopped it. Said it couldn't be done while we are on the alert. I wasn't much disappointed but the others sure as hell were. I hope I have better luck when the furloughs come around.
I'm enclosing a picture I saw on a magazine. It looked so much like my idea of you doing the same thing, I bought the magazine so I could send you the cover. My plumber wife. I loves her a hell of a lot.
I got two letters today. Your Thurs & Fri ones. I'll start answering them now and finish tomorrow.
Sweetheart, I think I know what you need to calm you down and make you less "crosser'n hell". I bet you need the same thing I do. A couple weeks of intensive loving and everything would be rosy again. Take it easy, honey, and don't let 'em get you down. This will all be over someday and then we will be together again and can help each other over the blue spots. I know you can help me over most any kind of rough spot in a hurry. Forget all my troubles. I loves you honey. The deal between Geo. Fulton and Pop seems like a good one. I was thinking about that and wondering if he would tackle it alone. It's a hell of a job for one man. I was wishing I was there to help. I always did like to make syrup. If things work out right I might be able to get in on a little of it yet. Don't think I'd be much help though. I've got something a lot more important to take care of when I get home. Sugar making can wait until I have more time. I'll be making Sugar, but it won't be maple sugar. It'll be my sugar momma.
Don't you be worrying your pretty head about me going overseas, until it happens. That account you spoke of also said the great majority of the men would be under 30. Remember, I'm an old man and they may kick me out at the last minute. Anyhow, it wouldn't be much different than now. I might as well be 15000 miles away as 1500 when we can't be together anyhow.
I'm very much of the opinion that I will get home again before, in any case.
I love you darling. Night sweetheart. Imagine a nice big hug and lots of kisses and things that I'm trying to send you. I loves you so much.
your soldier
Norm.
Mon. eve.
My Darling Wife;
Here it is the last of Jan, in fact it is nearly the first of Feb. as I write this. I went to another basketball game, this time because I wanted to, and then we had a party in the barracks.
I got Tib's box today. It was swell. Not a crumb left. Baker said it was nearly as good as he could do - Brownie damn near choked getting the first piece down fast, so he could get a second. Says he is a judge of angels food cake and this is as good as any he's ever eaten. I can also heartily endorse it. You can see, it was well received. I'm just telling you this, this time. I'm not giving you credit for it. I'll get a letter to Tib someday.
After the party I retired to the day room, and had me a grand time with the funnies and papers. Knowing how fast I read the funnies, you can guess what happened to the time.
Went to the show last night. "Allie Babba and the Forty Thieves". Maria Montez & Jon Hall. Good entertainment and very beautiful. It's in technicolor. Even the gals were beautiful. It's harder to get in the theaters here than it was at North Camp. The show starts at 7 and we went shortly after six. The line was so long already that we would never have gotten in if I hadn't cheated. It's called "bucking the line" in the army. A fellow I know quite well was in the front of the line so I stepped in with him and got tickets for the rest of us. The place was already so full we couldn't get seats together. I don't believe all of that line got in for the last show. This trying to go someplace in camp is like going to a very popular amusement park, back in the gay 30's. Way too crowded to suit me.
The eagle shit again today. Early this month for some reason. I don't care. They can start paying every week if they want to.
I went back to being a mechanic today. Did a 50 hour check on two tanks. We are caught up for the present and are beginning to have time to take care of the little things that prevent big troubles.
Heard a report or rumor today that this battalion is only allotted 35,000 gal of gasoline to finish our training here. That probably sounds like a lot to you, but it only means about four trips to the field for the whole battalion. Our own company will use about 2500 gal, each trip. See where the gas goes.
Honey, I almost had that 3 day pass today. Remember? I told about the incident with Angie and Lt. Newberger. Well I guess he had arranged passes for all of us. Baker & Mac to go tomorrow, Wed & Thurs. and Brownie and I to go Fri, Sat & Sun. I wasn't very wild about it but was going anyhow and spend the time on a trip to the Gulf and maybe New Orleans. The battalion commander stopped it. Said it couldn't be done while we are on the alert. I wasn't much disappointed but the others sure as hell were. I hope I have better luck when the furloughs come around.
I'm enclosing a picture I saw on a magazine. It looked so much like my idea of you doing the same thing, I bought the magazine so I could send you the cover. My plumber wife. I loves her a hell of a lot.
I got two letters today. Your Thurs & Fri ones. I'll start answering them now and finish tomorrow.
Sweetheart, I think I know what you need to calm you down and make you less "crosser'n hell". I bet you need the same thing I do. A couple weeks of intensive loving and everything would be rosy again. Take it easy, honey, and don't let 'em get you down. This will all be over someday and then we will be together again and can help each other over the blue spots. I know you can help me over most any kind of rough spot in a hurry. Forget all my troubles. I loves you honey. The deal between Geo. Fulton and Pop seems like a good one. I was thinking about that and wondering if he would tackle it alone. It's a hell of a job for one man. I was wishing I was there to help. I always did like to make syrup. If things work out right I might be able to get in on a little of it yet. Don't think I'd be much help though. I've got something a lot more important to take care of when I get home. Sugar making can wait until I have more time. I'll be making Sugar, but it won't be maple sugar. It'll be my sugar momma.
Don't you be worrying your pretty head about me going overseas, until it happens. That account you spoke of also said the great majority of the men would be under 30. Remember, I'm an old man and they may kick me out at the last minute. Anyhow, it wouldn't be much different than now. I might as well be 15000 miles away as 1500 when we can't be together anyhow.
I'm very much of the opinion that I will get home again before, in any case.
I love you darling. Night sweetheart. Imagine a nice big hug and lots of kisses and things that I'm trying to send you. I loves you so much.
your soldier
Norm.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Letter # 193 January 30, 1944
Jan, 30, 1944
Sun. morn.
Hello Luscious;
I didn't get up until nearly 8 this morning, had a good breakfast, bought my Sunday paper and have been laying here reading ever since. Lazy aren't I? Got a little tired of reading so I decided to write my sweetheart. Always fun to have a little talk with her. I love you darling. Did you know?
I got myself another haircut last night. I slipped one over on the army. I left it go for 20 days and got away with it.
Then I spent most of the first half of the night writing letters to people. I guess I'm about caught up again. I'm only puttering along at this letter now, killing time, until mail call. I don't have any news to write about. I used all that up in last night's. I have a letter of yours to answer and expect another this noon, so I guess I can find plenty to write about.
I've got several more Yanks saved up that I'll send to you one of these days. I'll probably also send along the notebook I had at Knox. It's no good to me here and there are a few things in it that might be useful at home. It's too much trouble to tote unnecessary stuff along on these moves. Get my belongings down as small as possible, before we move again.
The mail call sounded and I damn near broke my neck getting down off this upper berth and outside. I wasn't disappointed either. Got your Wed letter. Mail is a day behind this week. Usually get your Thurs. letter on sun.
We still aren't really settled in the barracks yet. I don't have a foot locker so I'm still digging into a barracks bag every time I want a pair of socks or anything. See why I'm getting rid of all extra stuff. If we keep on moving it may be that way from now on.
Oh, honey, I forgot to say. There may even be a few packs of gum in that package. Have to keep that pretty mouth in good shape. Some day I'm going to be kissing it again.
Now I guess I'll answer your letters.
Honey, you don't want to make such uncertain statements as this one, "Don't even have a good man to sleep with." You know, being a man of very suspicious and jealous nature, I might take it that you had a man, but not a good one, to sleep with. Then maybe I'd go out and find me a poor substitute to sleep with. It sure as hell would be a poor substitute. They can't match my own wife. She's a dandy. I love her and everything.
There are a lot of war prisoners down here. Have them doing road repair jobs and things like that. As far as I can see they have a pretty easy time of it. Seem to be happy about the whole thing. Mostly young fellows. Look about the same as any cross section of our own army.
I don't know what balled up the works [on your monthly period] but it sure as hell was balled up the last time. I'd sure like to ball it up again, but balling up permanently, as you said, doesn't sound so good. That would mean too damn many kids. I might be able to stand one or two, but beyond that-----.
Honey, aren't you twisted a bit on your weather report? I can't believe it was 78 degrees. That would be summer. I think you must have meant 68 degrees. 78 degrees would be warmer than we've had it here.
So you're "crosser'n hell" sometimes are you? That must have been early in the morning. That's the only time you used to be that way. Would even snap at me then. After you were up a while and had your coffee you were usually your old sweet self.
It is kinda cute coming from a kid of that age. Guess you must need a husband as much as I need a wife. I know I am sometimes a little more cross grained than I used to be at home. That's saying a lot but true, nevertheless. This living without you is rather hard to take. Sounds funny for me to say things like that doesn't it?
Haven't you ever heard the expression, "Cold cock them and let them lay."? It simply means, knock them out and let them lay where they fall. Callous expression isn't it?
My cold didn't develop and I'm feeling swell. Not even a sore muscle from the march yesterday.
When I woke up this morning I had a very stiff muscle but it wasn't from overexertion. That stiffness is from no exercise at all. Do I have to explain any more? All I need is a couple weeks with my wifey and I could cure that trouble. Have a lot of fun in the process too.
Well honey, the chow whistles are beginning to blow in the other company and I guess ours will be very soon. I'll quit now. Bye sweetheart, I love you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Here's that letter of Steve's. Bet you thought I had forgotten it. I only answered it last night.
I loves my wifey
Norm.
Sun. morn.
Hello Luscious;
I didn't get up until nearly 8 this morning, had a good breakfast, bought my Sunday paper and have been laying here reading ever since. Lazy aren't I? Got a little tired of reading so I decided to write my sweetheart. Always fun to have a little talk with her. I love you darling. Did you know?
I got myself another haircut last night. I slipped one over on the army. I left it go for 20 days and got away with it.
Then I spent most of the first half of the night writing letters to people. I guess I'm about caught up again. I'm only puttering along at this letter now, killing time, until mail call. I don't have any news to write about. I used all that up in last night's. I have a letter of yours to answer and expect another this noon, so I guess I can find plenty to write about.
I've got several more Yanks saved up that I'll send to you one of these days. I'll probably also send along the notebook I had at Knox. It's no good to me here and there are a few things in it that might be useful at home. It's too much trouble to tote unnecessary stuff along on these moves. Get my belongings down as small as possible, before we move again.
The mail call sounded and I damn near broke my neck getting down off this upper berth and outside. I wasn't disappointed either. Got your Wed letter. Mail is a day behind this week. Usually get your Thurs. letter on sun.
We still aren't really settled in the barracks yet. I don't have a foot locker so I'm still digging into a barracks bag every time I want a pair of socks or anything. See why I'm getting rid of all extra stuff. If we keep on moving it may be that way from now on.
Oh, honey, I forgot to say. There may even be a few packs of gum in that package. Have to keep that pretty mouth in good shape. Some day I'm going to be kissing it again.
Now I guess I'll answer your letters.
Honey, you don't want to make such uncertain statements as this one, "Don't even have a good man to sleep with." You know, being a man of very suspicious and jealous nature, I might take it that you had a man, but not a good one, to sleep with. Then maybe I'd go out and find me a poor substitute to sleep with. It sure as hell would be a poor substitute. They can't match my own wife. She's a dandy. I love her and everything.
There are a lot of war prisoners down here. Have them doing road repair jobs and things like that. As far as I can see they have a pretty easy time of it. Seem to be happy about the whole thing. Mostly young fellows. Look about the same as any cross section of our own army.
I don't know what balled up the works [on your monthly period] but it sure as hell was balled up the last time. I'd sure like to ball it up again, but balling up permanently, as you said, doesn't sound so good. That would mean too damn many kids. I might be able to stand one or two, but beyond that-----.
Honey, aren't you twisted a bit on your weather report? I can't believe it was 78 degrees. That would be summer. I think you must have meant 68 degrees. 78 degrees would be warmer than we've had it here.
So you're "crosser'n hell" sometimes are you? That must have been early in the morning. That's the only time you used to be that way. Would even snap at me then. After you were up a while and had your coffee you were usually your old sweet self.
It is kinda cute coming from a kid of that age. Guess you must need a husband as much as I need a wife. I know I am sometimes a little more cross grained than I used to be at home. That's saying a lot but true, nevertheless. This living without you is rather hard to take. Sounds funny for me to say things like that doesn't it?
Haven't you ever heard the expression, "Cold cock them and let them lay."? It simply means, knock them out and let them lay where they fall. Callous expression isn't it?
My cold didn't develop and I'm feeling swell. Not even a sore muscle from the march yesterday.
When I woke up this morning I had a very stiff muscle but it wasn't from overexertion. That stiffness is from no exercise at all. Do I have to explain any more? All I need is a couple weeks with my wifey and I could cure that trouble. Have a lot of fun in the process too.
Well honey, the chow whistles are beginning to blow in the other company and I guess ours will be very soon. I'll quit now. Bye sweetheart, I love you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Here's that letter of Steve's. Bet you thought I had forgotten it. I only answered it last night.
I loves my wifey
Norm.
Letter # 192 January 29, 1944
Jan 29,1944
Sat. Eve.
My bundle of sweetness;
You are, aren't you? I'll tell the world you are. You're my wife. Am I glad and lucky!
We had our road march today. Started out at 8 A.M. in a hard rain and plodded on through the rain and mud for nearly 14 miles and were back at 11:15. Not bad time. We took off cross lots and came out back at North Camp. Kinda rubbing it in, taking us back where we came from so short a time ago. We had a 15 minute break and then started back to South Camp.
It was the first long march I had taken since last July, but it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. It was nice and cool, some contrast to the marches last summer and I never even turned a hair. Not a bit tired. My feet got a bit sore, but that is the only bad effect. Some life left in the old man yet. Just wait, I'll show you some of these days.
I really had expected it to be rather tough. I haven't had any physical training at all since I've been back. At one time they started to require us to take exercise with the rest, but that only lasted two days and they forgot all about it. Decided the mechanics had enough work to do, to keep them busy all the time. Guess they are right about that. I think Brownie is the main reason we don't take exercises. He can't stand them and so he raises a fuss and that is probably the big reason. He has one bad foot, broken when a horse fell on him at a rodeo once, and then he has that stomach trouble. He didn't go on the march today either. Baker and Mac were all worn out and are in bed already. So stiff they can hardly move.
I guess it pays to live a clean, temperate life, like I always have. You know - never drink too much, smoke too much, [more than two or three packs a day] never work too hard, always get enough sleep, [at least 4 or 5 hrs in every 24] and above all, never love too much [never more than twice a day, on the average] See, I lead a very easy life and took care of myself. That's why I can take this stuff.
After dinner we went to work at the shop. I was doing a little more painting [with Lt. Newberger looking on and who should walk in but - Angie. I hardly knew him for a minute. Not because he is any different, but he took me so by surprise.
I told you I had sent his pictures to his wife. She wrote and told him and gave him my address, so he took a peep and came to look me up. He knew our outfit was down here now.
I took time out and we had a nice talk for a good half hour. He's still the same old Angie in every way. He even talked himself into a Thanksgiving furlough and if they don't ship out, he has another for April. Just had a three day pass last week. Went to Baton Rouge. Says it's a swell town, had a good time. Could get anything you want. I didn't question him, but a remark like that can mean a lot of things. Angie will get along. He can talk and goldbrick his way into anything. He says he is expecting to get his T/4 soon. His outfit moves out in the brush again Mon. for the week and then they expect P.O.E. They are like we are. All rumors and really don't know anything. He now has a Post Master address % Shreveport.
After he had gone, I remarked to Lt. Newberger that he was rather a lucky boy. In the army 10 months and home 3 times, with the fourth coming up. Newberger agreed and added that was one thing he couldn't understand. Some fellows get all the furloughs and others get none. Then he asked me how much time I had off. I told him and added that I would like a furlough soon. Thought it a good time to put in a plug. He said that if they ever take us off this alert, he would see what he could do for me. A little help won't hurt a thing. I'm getting to be a politician or something. I'd even kiss a little ass for a furlough, if I have to. It's about the only way to get anything in the army.
If I thought it necessary, I'd kiss a lot of ass, to get a chance to pat yours again.
I'm missing you, sweetheart, loving and thinking of you a lot. I've got some of your pictures here in front of me now. Boy honey! You sure look good to me. Better than any movie queen or pin up girl I've ever seen a picture of. That "titty" one is really a pin up gal picture. What would it be if you were in a bathing suit. Wow! Afraid I'd mess my drawers. Wouldn't have to look too long and think too hard to do it anyhow. You're exciting honey. Some gal!
Speaking of pictures. I've a rather good one to tell you. I was showing a few of my pictures and I got out the little folder with the pictures of you, taken before I came in the army and said, "Here's my wife." As the boys looked at it and passed it around, they all remarked they couldn't see how an old man could get such a good looking wife. Thought I must have kidnapped you or something. The picture finally got a round to a fellow, I'm certain knew nothing about you, and he said, "You know, she looks just like a school teacher." It tickled me and I asked why.
"I don't know, she just has that look." I couldn't pick 'em like that. You look swell to me. I certainly never thought you looked like something but you. That was enough for me. You're my Wife.
I got your Tues. letter today. I'm running out of space here, so I won't answer it tonight. Do that tomorrow.
Now I'll say, Night darling, pleasant dreams. I love you Tootsie baby.
Your hubby.
Norm.
Sat. Eve.
My bundle of sweetness;
You are, aren't you? I'll tell the world you are. You're my wife. Am I glad and lucky!
We had our road march today. Started out at 8 A.M. in a hard rain and plodded on through the rain and mud for nearly 14 miles and were back at 11:15. Not bad time. We took off cross lots and came out back at North Camp. Kinda rubbing it in, taking us back where we came from so short a time ago. We had a 15 minute break and then started back to South Camp.
It was the first long march I had taken since last July, but it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. It was nice and cool, some contrast to the marches last summer and I never even turned a hair. Not a bit tired. My feet got a bit sore, but that is the only bad effect. Some life left in the old man yet. Just wait, I'll show you some of these days.
I really had expected it to be rather tough. I haven't had any physical training at all since I've been back. At one time they started to require us to take exercise with the rest, but that only lasted two days and they forgot all about it. Decided the mechanics had enough work to do, to keep them busy all the time. Guess they are right about that. I think Brownie is the main reason we don't take exercises. He can't stand them and so he raises a fuss and that is probably the big reason. He has one bad foot, broken when a horse fell on him at a rodeo once, and then he has that stomach trouble. He didn't go on the march today either. Baker and Mac were all worn out and are in bed already. So stiff they can hardly move.
I guess it pays to live a clean, temperate life, like I always have. You know - never drink too much, smoke too much, [more than two or three packs a day] never work too hard, always get enough sleep, [at least 4 or 5 hrs in every 24] and above all, never love too much [never more than twice a day, on the average] See, I lead a very easy life and took care of myself. That's why I can take this stuff.
After dinner we went to work at the shop. I was doing a little more painting [with Lt. Newberger looking on and who should walk in but - Angie. I hardly knew him for a minute. Not because he is any different, but he took me so by surprise.
I told you I had sent his pictures to his wife. She wrote and told him and gave him my address, so he took a peep and came to look me up. He knew our outfit was down here now.
I took time out and we had a nice talk for a good half hour. He's still the same old Angie in every way. He even talked himself into a Thanksgiving furlough and if they don't ship out, he has another for April. Just had a three day pass last week. Went to Baton Rouge. Says it's a swell town, had a good time. Could get anything you want. I didn't question him, but a remark like that can mean a lot of things. Angie will get along. He can talk and goldbrick his way into anything. He says he is expecting to get his T/4 soon. His outfit moves out in the brush again Mon. for the week and then they expect P.O.E. They are like we are. All rumors and really don't know anything. He now has a Post Master address % Shreveport.
After he had gone, I remarked to Lt. Newberger that he was rather a lucky boy. In the army 10 months and home 3 times, with the fourth coming up. Newberger agreed and added that was one thing he couldn't understand. Some fellows get all the furloughs and others get none. Then he asked me how much time I had off. I told him and added that I would like a furlough soon. Thought it a good time to put in a plug. He said that if they ever take us off this alert, he would see what he could do for me. A little help won't hurt a thing. I'm getting to be a politician or something. I'd even kiss a little ass for a furlough, if I have to. It's about the only way to get anything in the army.
If I thought it necessary, I'd kiss a lot of ass, to get a chance to pat yours again.
I'm missing you, sweetheart, loving and thinking of you a lot. I've got some of your pictures here in front of me now. Boy honey! You sure look good to me. Better than any movie queen or pin up girl I've ever seen a picture of. That "titty" one is really a pin up gal picture. What would it be if you were in a bathing suit. Wow! Afraid I'd mess my drawers. Wouldn't have to look too long and think too hard to do it anyhow. You're exciting honey. Some gal!
Speaking of pictures. I've a rather good one to tell you. I was showing a few of my pictures and I got out the little folder with the pictures of you, taken before I came in the army and said, "Here's my wife." As the boys looked at it and passed it around, they all remarked they couldn't see how an old man could get such a good looking wife. Thought I must have kidnapped you or something. The picture finally got a round to a fellow, I'm certain knew nothing about you, and he said, "You know, she looks just like a school teacher." It tickled me and I asked why.
"I don't know, she just has that look." I couldn't pick 'em like that. You look swell to me. I certainly never thought you looked like something but you. That was enough for me. You're my Wife.
I got your Tues. letter today. I'm running out of space here, so I won't answer it tonight. Do that tomorrow.
Now I'll say, Night darling, pleasant dreams. I love you Tootsie baby.
Your hubby.
Norm.
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