October 21, 1944
New Guinea.
Saturday eve. Oct 21, 1944.
Saturday eve. Oct 21, 1944.
My Sweetheart;
Hi Mummy, you darling old devil. Old sober sides Mummy. Darn good looking though. Betcha I could bring a smile to that sober
kissable mouth if I were only in reach. I’d kiss you, the way you want to be
kissed until you did smile. You would wouldn’t you? For lots of sloppy ones!
Had an inspection of vehicles today and that was
all. Of course, that took nearly all
morning, and then we dragged out all our dirty clothes and had wash day for
this week. That about covers my
activities for the day. By the time I
had done that and performed the s’s (shave
shit shine) on myself the day was about gone.
I rated at mail call again today. Three from you. Oct 6 and two from the 8th. That catches me all up again. I got the 7th a couple days
ago. I’m going to start right in on the
letters now.
Nuh huh, you’re getting curious about what I’m trying to
make for you, are you? I’m afraid you’ll
have to be curious a while longer ‘cause they aren’t done yet and I won’t do
anything on them tomorrow either unless I change my plans. It’s been some time since I’ve been swimming
and Brownie and I and a few others plan to spend the day at the beach. Probably hunt some coconuts, too. Haven’t had any for some time now and I do
like them.
You can be I won’t tell you if your guesses are right or
even close. You didn’t tell me, did
you? I told you I’d get even and by
golly I will, too. I can’t tease you the
way I want to, so I’ll do it any way I can.
Can you guess how I’d like to tease you?
Yeh. That’s the way. I love you.
Honey, you’re baiting me.
I can just feel it. You
devil. Remarking about me showing off
your picture and then making this statement, “they wouldn’t think I am so nice
if they knew me, would they”? Remember
that. If that isn’t asking for
compliments, I’m badly mistaken. Gosh,
honey, don’t I hand you enough of them, even yet? I can remember when you didn’t get many
verbal compliments and had to ask for ‘em.
I guess I needn’t be afraid of repeating so much you won’t pay any
attention to them. I think you like
‘em. Deserve ‘em too.
You darn well that everyone that knows you thinks you’re
nice and never have to change their opinion, either. Men especially. They seem to do anything they can for
you. If I wasn’t so lucky in having and
knowing that I have a most faithful and loving wife, I’d have to be very
jealous about you. You’d never have to
beckon a man twice and you darn well know it.
Look at all your truck drivers.
They all tried to snow you under.
A smile of two and another man cuts your weeks for you. Another one looks after your car, and another
puts up storm windows, another looks after the furnace, and others make special
efforts to get your mail to you.
Wouldn’t think you are nice!
Honey, you can wrap most any man around your finger anytime you want
to. I know, ‘cause you did it to me and
I thought I didn’t care about any woman.
I still don’t. They are mostly
alike and only good playthings. My wife
is the one big exception. She’s an awful
good plaything, too, but that is only a small part of her attractions. Aw hell, honey, what’s the use, I can’t say
what I mean anyhow. You’re just the most perfect wife I could ever have
and I love you in proportion. You are so
a lady. My idea of the only real lady,
so there to. I loves you so much.
You’re silly honey.
You should have known I’d like the bracelet once I had it. You don’t thoroughly know me yet, I’m
thinking. If you had consulted me first,
I’d have still said no, very definitely.
In fact, when I first saw it my thought was, “she finally had to do
it.” When I had time to think about it
and examine it, I began to change my mind and I like it more all the time
now. It isn’t a bracelet to me. It’s a token of live and best wishes from my
one and only to me. I’m proud of it, and
even you don’t believe it, it hasn’t been off my arm in three weeks. Won’t be either unless it wears off. It’s a good sturdy, but it needs to be. It takes a beating, that’s for sure. Have I made you realize that I do like an
awful lot?
You aren’t the only who can have three beers under your
belt when you write letters. I have two,
tonight, but they don’t seem to have as much effect on me. We are getting twelve cans of beer this month
after all, and I played pig and drank my week’s quota all at once.
I did get surprise #3 before I got the explanation. Sure, I like a it “little bit”. I like it a lot. It shows a lot of the qualities that are
covered up in the other one by that devilish come hither look. This one shows the strength, dependability
and character that sets you so apart from the ordinary run of women. Still shows an attractive and beautiful woman
even if the devils are missing. I
honestly don’t know which I like best.
Honey, you are becoming a football fan in spite of
thinking you mostly because I wanted to go.
When you start seeing the good plays and player in a game, you’re sold
on it. Maybe I made quite an impression
on you and your likes while you were cracking my shell and working me
over. How about it? I’s sure have like to be there so you
wouldn’t have had an empty house to go back to after the game and the
beers. I can picture your mood and do I
like you in that mood! Times like that
are conducive to trying or even breaking our best score to date. That score is going to be hard to break, but
gosh, when I think of all the fun we can have trying. As things stand now, there will be an added
attraction too, this time, so who knows what may happen.
I better slip in my weekly request while I’m think of
it. I wouldn’t want you to resort to
forgery. Things to eat are still the
order of the day. Candy, cookies, nuts,
and anything that fertile brain of your can think up. Tobacco, cigarette lighters, film, are still
on the list also. You do so well with
the boxes you don’t need a list, only the request to mail it. You’re an awful sweet thing , Chubbins.
I won’t doubt for a minute that you are ready, willing,
and very able to set new records. You
always were able, only you hadn’t found out how able you were. Remember, I always did say you should be able
to take care of two like me, easily. You
can wipe your slate clean and start out fresh but I’m not going to. I may have reached my high score, but you can
bet I’ll always be willing. That’s as
far as my brag goes. I may be older than
I think. We’ll see one of these
days. Night, sweetheart, I’m loving you
more all the time.
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Your lover,
Norm
Norm
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