March 3, 1944
Fri. eve.
Sweetheart;
Don't have much news from here to talk about. A regular day at the shop. Called us off early to see a picture on first aid and then we were done. Also called us up early this morning to get our "booster" typhoid shot. Most of the boys are not using their left arm tonight. That's why I'm glad they don't affect me much. My arm is only slightly sore.
The latest rumor is. We are going on 3 weeks maneuvers next week. I wouldn't be too surprised if we did, but not so soon. Maybe by the first of April. Let the country dry out a bit. I think they would be rather fun. Only trouble they would stop furloughs again. Anything that does that I'm not in favor of at all. I'd sure like to get home and see my wifey for a few days. It's hard to leave again but seeing you for only a short time is worth a lot to me. I miss you, you old devil, I love you.
I didn't answer your weekend letter very thoroughly and got your Monday one today, so I guess I'll do that now.
By now Ed & Betty are probably settled in their new home. I hope they like it and the job turns out to Ed's liking. I imagine it's a little far from home for Ed, but he should be used to that by now.
Don't you be wearing that pretty black & white dress out. I want to see you in it. I can imagine how it looks but I want to see. I don't care about seeing you in it when I first come home. I like you in a bathrobe too, but you always did look so nice in black. At least, that is my opinion.
I'm sorry I can't write you the news you want to hear and let your passion start really boiling. I think I could take care of you for a while. I'm kinda boiling with pent up love too. I've just been counting the months on the calendar. Do you realize that when this Wed. comes it will be exactly as long since I've seen you as it was the first time? Boy, when I think how we loved that time in Ky and then think that we haven't been caught up for a year. I wonder how we'll act this time. We got something to look forward to and I don't mean maybe.
I didn't know Jack Thomas had enlisted. When I talked to him last he was going to stay out as long as possible. I guess he and his wife didn't get on too well and he probably did it after a scrap.
I'm glad you found the La map. I know I left it home even if I was wrong about the place. I can't always be right. I don't know what you're talking about when you say I didn't know what I was doing when I was home. I must have known because I remember nearly everything we did. I'll never forget it honey. It was one of the best two weeks I ever spent. We did a little work and a little going, but mostly we were loving. I'm looking forward to another time like it. If it doesn't come before this business is over, we'll have it after I get home for good. Take a couple weeks, live on my wife's money and spend the time loving and getting acquainted again. How's that sound?
I don't need any more dog chains or anything. I haven't been wearing them at all. Carry them in my pocket, so I haven't used the one you sent me yet. Saving it for a special occasion.
McDonnell is the fellow I refer to as Mac. He's the fellow that was T/4 when I came back. The one we had to go out and get a couple months ago. Remember?
Don't worry sweetheart, all my real stepping is yours as long as you want it. I'm as much in need of some "stepping" as you are. As long as you can save yourself for me, I sure as hell can save myself for you. Beside that I'm very dubious about anyone being able to please me very much. You're the best ever came down the road.
I'm going to remember that you are expecting to collect double on your birthday when you see me again. I'll even try to make it triple and you better be ready to accept.
Honey, I'm ready for you to be my teacher again, anytime. I promise to be a very willing and apt pupil, but one thing I will insist on is a place very close to my teacher. I've had enough of long distance stuff. I like to be able to pet you and kiss you and everything. I love you. You won't need to keep me under lock and key. You'll need a pry to get me away from you.
I won't make it too much of a surprise when I come home again. You'll know I'm coming if there is any way to let you know. That would be quite a shock to just drop in when you thought I was down in La. yet.
That last sentence of yours, "Come on home honey, I'm waiting for you." ----- is almost too much. Damn near make me go "over the hill." From past experience I know what that means. I can hardly contain myself. "You're so nice to come home to." Honey, my imagination gets away from me. Out of control and in a tailspin. I'm very much in love with you.
Night honey, I'm going to my lonely bed now. The bed's all right only I don't do anything but sleep in it and all alone. Not my idea of what a bed is made for. Not any more. Since I've known you I've found a better use for it.
I love my gorgeous wifey so much.
Your hubby
Norm.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Letter # 219 March 2, 1944
March 2, 1944
Thurs. eve.
My neglected Sweetheart;
I am sorry but I didn't get a chance to write either Tues or Wed eve. That's the worst I've done for some time. This time I wasn't lazy or "fucking off ". I was busy.
I guess I told you we were going to the field Tues. and come in Wed. We came in Wed alright, but with only a very few minutes to spare. Worst time we ever had in the field. It wasn't so much mechanical work, although there was a little of that, it was getting stuck. I never saw so much mud in my life in a place that looked nice and dry. There is a top crust about a foot thick that is dry and will carry a tank as long as it's moving fast but let it slow down or stop and blooie, she goes right down. There is apparently no bottom then. Just soft mud about the consistency of cow shit.
We went out about 50 miles and had no trouble with anything but the half track. [That old girl is just about shot] They pulled the tanks off the road into the bivouac area and then the fun began. Tanks stuck everyplace. By the time we got them all on top again it was dark. By the time we finished our mechanical checking and inspection it was midnight. Had the whole crew too, even Brownie. The cooks gave us a big pot of hot coffee and some cookies for a snack before we crawled in our bedrolls.
We had stopped at a little country store on the way and had some cakes and cookies of our own. Since we have become acquainted with the country we usually manage to drop back out of the column and stop at these country stores and get a coke or something to eat. Newberger & Brownie bought pickled pigs feet and a loaf of bread. The damn things look like hell, but don't taste so bad.
These stores remind me of Poe grocery. Small general stores with a surprisingly complete stock of everything from gasoline to flower seeds. Seems funny, not a house in sight and these stores there all by themselves. There are cabins and shanties around but they are off the road, back in the bush.
When we got up the next morning we thought we had been sabotaged.
Several of the tanks were down four feet and when we parked them they were on what seemed to be solid ground. The crust broke and they settled down.
We started the problem and in a few minutes it was all over. Every tank in the battalion was stuck. Some got a couple miles and others only a few feet. From then [it was 8 A.M.] we worked until 2 that afternoon getting them all back on the road. Build a log road, get one out and try to pull another. Get it pulled and stick the one doing the pulling. It's slow work but we finally built enough log road to get to get them all back on the road again. Broke up most of our tow cables and chains in the bargain. Thought we were going to cut all the timber in La. to make roads. I did more chopping than I've done in a long time.
We were all set to get in, in decent time and then one of the boys ditched his tank to avoid a wreck with another. Took us until nearly midnight to get him out. Boy, what a day. We were all dead tired. Today we were repairing the damages and have plenty left for a few more day's work.
I haven't had a chance to mail your birthday present yet. I'll get it done by Sat. and I guess that will be plenty of time. The army was selling subscriptions to Yank the other day and they can be sent to any address. I bought you a year subscription and it will come direct to you. You can consider it a sort of birthday present. Be sure and tell me when you start getting it. Probably will be several weeks.
I got your Sat & Sun letter right on time [yesterday] but I didn't get any today.
I'll answer this one now. I wish I could have walked around our plantation, as you call it, with you. The first warm days always feel so good. I bet I would have been out looking around at all our things too, if I had been there. The sap business sounds good too. That was one of the last jobs I did before I left last year.
Gosh honey, it's getting close to a year already. In fact, it's exactly a year ago today that I got my notice to report for examination. That was the beginning of the end for us for a while. I hope by this time next year we've forgotten all about it and are back living and loving together again. That's what I want right now.
So you got the picture. I expect you have the explanation by now and know you were wrong on your guess of identity. The bright lights glaring directly in our eyes was the fault of most of it I guess. I thought it was funny.
Well sweetheart, this isn't much of a letter after missing two in a row but I'm a little off the beam tonight. I'll get to writing a love letter again one of these days. This Sat-Sun letter of yours was a dandy. You're doing very well with long distance loving. The words are the right ones, but I sure wish I could have the opportunity to see if you live up to my "fondest hopes and expectations." Add these things you tell me to your actions and you'll get a good loving. I'd be a wild man. Bite, chew, kiss, bang. tongue, and everything.
Night darling. I love you so much. I'm hoping and dreaming of seeing you. You're my wife and sweetheart. I loves you.
your hubby
Norm.
Thurs. eve.
My neglected Sweetheart;
I am sorry but I didn't get a chance to write either Tues or Wed eve. That's the worst I've done for some time. This time I wasn't lazy or "fucking off ". I was busy.
I guess I told you we were going to the field Tues. and come in Wed. We came in Wed alright, but with only a very few minutes to spare. Worst time we ever had in the field. It wasn't so much mechanical work, although there was a little of that, it was getting stuck. I never saw so much mud in my life in a place that looked nice and dry. There is a top crust about a foot thick that is dry and will carry a tank as long as it's moving fast but let it slow down or stop and blooie, she goes right down. There is apparently no bottom then. Just soft mud about the consistency of cow shit.
We went out about 50 miles and had no trouble with anything but the half track. [That old girl is just about shot] They pulled the tanks off the road into the bivouac area and then the fun began. Tanks stuck everyplace. By the time we got them all on top again it was dark. By the time we finished our mechanical checking and inspection it was midnight. Had the whole crew too, even Brownie. The cooks gave us a big pot of hot coffee and some cookies for a snack before we crawled in our bedrolls.
We had stopped at a little country store on the way and had some cakes and cookies of our own. Since we have become acquainted with the country we usually manage to drop back out of the column and stop at these country stores and get a coke or something to eat. Newberger & Brownie bought pickled pigs feet and a loaf of bread. The damn things look like hell, but don't taste so bad.
These stores remind me of Poe grocery. Small general stores with a surprisingly complete stock of everything from gasoline to flower seeds. Seems funny, not a house in sight and these stores there all by themselves. There are cabins and shanties around but they are off the road, back in the bush.
When we got up the next morning we thought we had been sabotaged.
Several of the tanks were down four feet and when we parked them they were on what seemed to be solid ground. The crust broke and they settled down.
We started the problem and in a few minutes it was all over. Every tank in the battalion was stuck. Some got a couple miles and others only a few feet. From then [it was 8 A.M.] we worked until 2 that afternoon getting them all back on the road. Build a log road, get one out and try to pull another. Get it pulled and stick the one doing the pulling. It's slow work but we finally built enough log road to get to get them all back on the road again. Broke up most of our tow cables and chains in the bargain. Thought we were going to cut all the timber in La. to make roads. I did more chopping than I've done in a long time.
We were all set to get in, in decent time and then one of the boys ditched his tank to avoid a wreck with another. Took us until nearly midnight to get him out. Boy, what a day. We were all dead tired. Today we were repairing the damages and have plenty left for a few more day's work.
I haven't had a chance to mail your birthday present yet. I'll get it done by Sat. and I guess that will be plenty of time. The army was selling subscriptions to Yank the other day and they can be sent to any address. I bought you a year subscription and it will come direct to you. You can consider it a sort of birthday present. Be sure and tell me when you start getting it. Probably will be several weeks.
I got your Sat & Sun letter right on time [yesterday] but I didn't get any today.
I'll answer this one now. I wish I could have walked around our plantation, as you call it, with you. The first warm days always feel so good. I bet I would have been out looking around at all our things too, if I had been there. The sap business sounds good too. That was one of the last jobs I did before I left last year.
Gosh honey, it's getting close to a year already. In fact, it's exactly a year ago today that I got my notice to report for examination. That was the beginning of the end for us for a while. I hope by this time next year we've forgotten all about it and are back living and loving together again. That's what I want right now.
So you got the picture. I expect you have the explanation by now and know you were wrong on your guess of identity. The bright lights glaring directly in our eyes was the fault of most of it I guess. I thought it was funny.
Well sweetheart, this isn't much of a letter after missing two in a row but I'm a little off the beam tonight. I'll get to writing a love letter again one of these days. This Sat-Sun letter of yours was a dandy. You're doing very well with long distance loving. The words are the right ones, but I sure wish I could have the opportunity to see if you live up to my "fondest hopes and expectations." Add these things you tell me to your actions and you'll get a good loving. I'd be a wild man. Bite, chew, kiss, bang. tongue, and everything.
Night darling. I love you so much. I'm hoping and dreaming of seeing you. You're my wife and sweetheart. I loves you.
your hubby
Norm.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Letter # 218 February 28, 1944
Feb 28, 1944
Mon. eve.
Sweetheart;
Hi Darling. How's my honey tonight? Beautiful, sweet, and lovable as ever. I bet. Tomorrow is the last of February already. Leap year day. If I was home maybe you could ask me again. You did last leap year didn't you? Took advantage of me didn't you? Well, I'm glad. I like to be taken advantage of when I get something as nice from it as I did that time. Best thing ever happened to me. I'm only sorry I can't be with you and enjoy you and make you happy. I love you, you nice old devil. You're tops.
Well, I finished my school again today. Can't say as I learned very much. I did pick up a few more tricks. Always something a fellow can learn from or about engines. Don't think a man could learn all there is to know about them in a lifetime. Always something new.
Baker, Gebhardt, and I went to the show last night. "Broadway Rhythm". It was very good. Lots of gals, nice ones too. Lots of music, comedy, and to top it all off, it is in color. Gebby, that's Gebhardt. and I almost had to hold Baker in his seat. The gals got him. Especially some real young one I've never seen before and don't know who she is, dressed in brown shorts and close fitting white sweater. Not bad. You know I always did like close fitting dresses and sweaters, if the gal wearing them has the proper contours. My wifey has them and I don't mean maybe. Ginny Simms played the lead. She can sing.
We have a pull to get in the show now, rather Gebby has. The manager of the shows here in camp is an old friend of his from Kansas City. We go up and if he's there Gebby gets the tickets ahead of the line and that way we get in easily. That's why we've been going so much lately. Don't have to wait in line for an hour or two.
We're supposed to have a ball game again tonight, but the other team couldn't get around. I wasn't too sorry. My arm is a bit sore from the last two days anyhow.
We go to the field tomorrow afternoon for an overnight bivouac and come in sometime Wed. I don't know if I go or not. If I do------no letter to mummy. Poor mummy. She gets neglected quite a bit doesn't she? I'll try to make up for it when I get home for always and don't have to talk to you and love you by letter. Piss poor way to love a sweet wife. Doesn't seem very personal. I like to be where I can see you and hug you an' everything. Times a coming, sweetness. This won't last forever.
I see by the paper today that the recent survey by the manpower board revealed the fact that 900,000 single and non fathers were still at large and they are thinking of doing something about it. Hope it gets going soon enough to save fellows like Gus Maitland.
Darling I guess the regular mail is best for us to use. I got three from you today. The Thurs. one and the income tax paper at noon and your Friday love letter tonight. That puts me up to date and back on schedule. If you remember, your Thurs. letter was the only air mail one. Maybe they try to send them by plane and they are so loaded they can't take them all. I'll start sending mine "free' again. Tell me how they do.
I guess if I'm going out tomorrow I'd better answer these letters in full tonight. They are such nice ones. I shouldn't let them cool off in any case. Who says you can't write love letters? I've got proof in these two that you are very good at it. Almost as good at writing love as you are in person, and baby, that's going some. In person you're the best loving ever came down the road. Remember?
I signed the tax form and looked it over. That form isn't as bad as I expected it to be. Any tax form that nets us $83.00 is a very good form. As you say, that is a receipt for 83 bucks worth of something very nice for us. Almost enough for another honeymoon. That'll be the day honey. I'll be loving you good.
Now for the love letters. Boy honey, they make me feel good. Sure glad I gotcha. You inspire me. More ways than one, too.
Honey, you're being too cautious. Taking Pop along for protection when you went to see Snedden. I know you're tempting as hell and would want you well protected at night, but in broad day and in town----- Only a hungry wolf like me would need watching then. I'd attack you most any place.
Even if you do say it yourself, I know the new dress and captivating hat look good on you. I'm as anxious to see you wear it as you are to have me see it. I'm anxious to see you dressed or undressed or anyway. I want to see you.
It is tough as hell to be separated when we don't want to, so bad. It can end anytime and I'll be more than ready to come home and pick up where we left off. I don't like not having you a bit. I can't live without you, but sure can live with you. In a couple years we will have forgotten most of the pain of these times and we may be a little more in love with each other for it. Most things seem to have a good side even if we can't see it at the time.
The funny books and magazines go over very well with the fellows also. I always leave my magazines in the day room when I've finished them. I think the boys buy as many funny books as any other type magazine. Maybe the "girlie" books have the first place, but not by much. I like the old standbys and most of the books are new and silly ones.
You're wrong honey, I'd miss breakfast for you anytime----if necessary. I remember you did fix me some breakfast before I loved you last time I was home, but do you remember who suggested it and even insisted mildly, that I should eat a little something? I did but I don't remember taking too much time about it. That time it had only been six weeks since I'd seen you. I'd be harder to feed first this time I bet. Maybe harder in other ways too. Whoops. Gotta quit dreaming.
Brownie's story about his hash slinging girl wasn't meant to reflect on the profession. It's only that most of the girls down here in places like that seem so much more sloppy and dirty than we are used to. I've seen some good looking hash slingers but I bet you were as captivating as any of them. Some of the uniforms I've seen really fit and you are the gal to fill them out so they rate a couple of whistles.
I see the rumors I write you have an effect. Don't let them influence you too much. You have heard enough of them to know how few of them are true. I only write them because I'm trying to give you the news and not because I put much faith in them. 99 out of 100 are wrong. The latest is that as soon as this battalion test problem can be run the percent of furloughs will be greatly stepped up. The rumor says 40% of the company at a time. Sounds like one of those first 99 to me.
Don't be worrying your pretty head about anything that I need or might want. I've got plenty of money now and can get anything I need here, now. The only thing I'm really hurtin for is something money can't buy and stores don't sell. You're that illusive commodity. What I need is a furlough so I can look you up. I loves you, honey. I will holler if I need anything. Haven't I done that ever since I've been away? Keep you busy doing things for me.
I'm glad you like my letters and think they are improving. They didn't seem to be to me. I only say what I'm thinking about. I'm usually thinking of you and that's what comes of it. If you like it, that's all that's necessary. I'll keep on telling you.
I love you so much I have to get some of it out of my system somehow. Letters aren't my preferred method by a long way. Until a better way comes along, I'll have to be satisfied. We'll make up for it. That's another promise.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you so much. You're my favorite wife. You're my only love. I'm petting you, honey.
your adoring Sargent
Norm.
Mon. eve.
Sweetheart;
Hi Darling. How's my honey tonight? Beautiful, sweet, and lovable as ever. I bet. Tomorrow is the last of February already. Leap year day. If I was home maybe you could ask me again. You did last leap year didn't you? Took advantage of me didn't you? Well, I'm glad. I like to be taken advantage of when I get something as nice from it as I did that time. Best thing ever happened to me. I'm only sorry I can't be with you and enjoy you and make you happy. I love you, you nice old devil. You're tops.
Well, I finished my school again today. Can't say as I learned very much. I did pick up a few more tricks. Always something a fellow can learn from or about engines. Don't think a man could learn all there is to know about them in a lifetime. Always something new.
Baker, Gebhardt, and I went to the show last night. "Broadway Rhythm". It was very good. Lots of gals, nice ones too. Lots of music, comedy, and to top it all off, it is in color. Gebby, that's Gebhardt. and I almost had to hold Baker in his seat. The gals got him. Especially some real young one I've never seen before and don't know who she is, dressed in brown shorts and close fitting white sweater. Not bad. You know I always did like close fitting dresses and sweaters, if the gal wearing them has the proper contours. My wifey has them and I don't mean maybe. Ginny Simms played the lead. She can sing.
We have a pull to get in the show now, rather Gebby has. The manager of the shows here in camp is an old friend of his from Kansas City. We go up and if he's there Gebby gets the tickets ahead of the line and that way we get in easily. That's why we've been going so much lately. Don't have to wait in line for an hour or two.
We're supposed to have a ball game again tonight, but the other team couldn't get around. I wasn't too sorry. My arm is a bit sore from the last two days anyhow.
We go to the field tomorrow afternoon for an overnight bivouac and come in sometime Wed. I don't know if I go or not. If I do------no letter to mummy. Poor mummy. She gets neglected quite a bit doesn't she? I'll try to make up for it when I get home for always and don't have to talk to you and love you by letter. Piss poor way to love a sweet wife. Doesn't seem very personal. I like to be where I can see you and hug you an' everything. Times a coming, sweetness. This won't last forever.
I see by the paper today that the recent survey by the manpower board revealed the fact that 900,000 single and non fathers were still at large and they are thinking of doing something about it. Hope it gets going soon enough to save fellows like Gus Maitland.
Darling I guess the regular mail is best for us to use. I got three from you today. The Thurs. one and the income tax paper at noon and your Friday love letter tonight. That puts me up to date and back on schedule. If you remember, your Thurs. letter was the only air mail one. Maybe they try to send them by plane and they are so loaded they can't take them all. I'll start sending mine "free' again. Tell me how they do.
I guess if I'm going out tomorrow I'd better answer these letters in full tonight. They are such nice ones. I shouldn't let them cool off in any case. Who says you can't write love letters? I've got proof in these two that you are very good at it. Almost as good at writing love as you are in person, and baby, that's going some. In person you're the best loving ever came down the road. Remember?
I signed the tax form and looked it over. That form isn't as bad as I expected it to be. Any tax form that nets us $83.00 is a very good form. As you say, that is a receipt for 83 bucks worth of something very nice for us. Almost enough for another honeymoon. That'll be the day honey. I'll be loving you good.
Now for the love letters. Boy honey, they make me feel good. Sure glad I gotcha. You inspire me. More ways than one, too.
Honey, you're being too cautious. Taking Pop along for protection when you went to see Snedden. I know you're tempting as hell and would want you well protected at night, but in broad day and in town----- Only a hungry wolf like me would need watching then. I'd attack you most any place.
Even if you do say it yourself, I know the new dress and captivating hat look good on you. I'm as anxious to see you wear it as you are to have me see it. I'm anxious to see you dressed or undressed or anyway. I want to see you.
It is tough as hell to be separated when we don't want to, so bad. It can end anytime and I'll be more than ready to come home and pick up where we left off. I don't like not having you a bit. I can't live without you, but sure can live with you. In a couple years we will have forgotten most of the pain of these times and we may be a little more in love with each other for it. Most things seem to have a good side even if we can't see it at the time.
The funny books and magazines go over very well with the fellows also. I always leave my magazines in the day room when I've finished them. I think the boys buy as many funny books as any other type magazine. Maybe the "girlie" books have the first place, but not by much. I like the old standbys and most of the books are new and silly ones.
You're wrong honey, I'd miss breakfast for you anytime----if necessary. I remember you did fix me some breakfast before I loved you last time I was home, but do you remember who suggested it and even insisted mildly, that I should eat a little something? I did but I don't remember taking too much time about it. That time it had only been six weeks since I'd seen you. I'd be harder to feed first this time I bet. Maybe harder in other ways too. Whoops. Gotta quit dreaming.
Brownie's story about his hash slinging girl wasn't meant to reflect on the profession. It's only that most of the girls down here in places like that seem so much more sloppy and dirty than we are used to. I've seen some good looking hash slingers but I bet you were as captivating as any of them. Some of the uniforms I've seen really fit and you are the gal to fill them out so they rate a couple of whistles.
I see the rumors I write you have an effect. Don't let them influence you too much. You have heard enough of them to know how few of them are true. I only write them because I'm trying to give you the news and not because I put much faith in them. 99 out of 100 are wrong. The latest is that as soon as this battalion test problem can be run the percent of furloughs will be greatly stepped up. The rumor says 40% of the company at a time. Sounds like one of those first 99 to me.
Don't be worrying your pretty head about anything that I need or might want. I've got plenty of money now and can get anything I need here, now. The only thing I'm really hurtin for is something money can't buy and stores don't sell. You're that illusive commodity. What I need is a furlough so I can look you up. I loves you, honey. I will holler if I need anything. Haven't I done that ever since I've been away? Keep you busy doing things for me.
I'm glad you like my letters and think they are improving. They didn't seem to be to me. I only say what I'm thinking about. I'm usually thinking of you and that's what comes of it. If you like it, that's all that's necessary. I'll keep on telling you.
I love you so much I have to get some of it out of my system somehow. Letters aren't my preferred method by a long way. Until a better way comes along, I'll have to be satisfied. We'll make up for it. That's another promise.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you so much. You're my favorite wife. You're my only love. I'm petting you, honey.
your adoring Sargent
Norm.
Letter # 217 February 27, 1944
Feb 27, 1944
Sun. Aft.
Sweetheart;
Sunday afternoon again. Beautiful day too. Cloudy at times and bright at others. Real warm. Trees are all leafing out, grass is nice and green and people are planting garden. Sure signs of spring. Wrote letters all morning and played a game of ball right after dinner. We played "D" company and beat them 5-0. Could have a very good ball team if we get a chance to play together enough. Plenty of men to choose from.
I guess I haven't any news to write so I'm going to answer this pile of yours I've got here. Didn't get any today.
You say your weekends go whirling by. So do mine. I get up by seven every Sunday and by the time I write my letters and do my chores the day is gone. I have been trying each Sunday to do a little reading. So far I haven't succeeded. The best I can do is look at the pictures in Colliers, scan the Gazette, and maybe read a couple articles in Reader's Digest. Now, if I play ball----well, I guess the reading is out. Oh well, I can do that when I get too old to play ball.
You say seeing soldiers makes you homesick for me. Now you can see why. When I go to town it makes me dissatisfied. I see other soldiers with their wives and having a glorious time and that makes me miss you more keenly than when I stay in camp. Like rubbing salt in an open wound. It's hell. Isn't it, honey? I love you so much.
Flopped again did you? Little off schedule this month aren't you? Should have been about the 18th. Can't blame that on me. Haven't been playing with some truck driver have you? Don't think I would blame you much if you did. Little hard to go so long without at least a little loving, after you're used to it and like it as much as we do.
You asked me why I wasn't very affectionate when you are flying the red flag. You should ask such a question after sharing that night in Michigan. You're so damn blood stirring I can't love you or play with you much, without getting ideas. When I get ideas and no satisfaction I get wild and it's hard to contain myself until the flag sign is right again. If you want much loving from me when you aren't in shape you're going to have to fix yourself so you aren't quite so exciting. Can't take it honey. I had all that kind of misery before we were married. I'll love you passively for those 4 days a month and make up for it the rest of the days.
I don't think you can squeeze me hard enough to make me say "uncle". I'd be more apt to want you to squeeze harder. You feel so good squeezed up tight to me. I like it and am ready for treatment of that kind anytime and for always.
I expect your way of handling Louisa's letter is the best way after all. Give her a second chance and then. It did make me mad for a while.
If you don't get the income tax return by the time you get this letter, it might be wise to call or see him. Maybe he has forgotten. The 15th is close now.
If I were you I'd get your Pop's opinion on the drive soon. If it will hold up O.K. but if it looks bad I'd get some gravel on. I wouldn't expect it to need any, but it's hard to tell. If there is plenty of loose gravel on top yet, it ought to be all right. If you do get stuck someday, don't forget, the ashes or gravel goes under the rear wheels, not the front.
The little "ditties" are all right. Rather cute. The same fault as you found with mine. Expected to read something and then get left in midair. I'll send them back now. I guess they have been copied enough to keep them spreading.
The packages you send have all arrived in good shape so far. You are doing a good job of packing. Everything was swell and we had quite a party last Sunday eve. I told you about it.
I didn't know about Dick Elder being broken. I haven't seen him for several weeks. It's nothing unusual and in lots of cases nothing to be ashamed of. Make one mistake and some officer gets mad enough and you are broken. Anyone can make mistakes. Be funny if we didn't. The whole system of promotions or demotions is cockeyed anyhow. Similar to a union set up. Lots of men that never even get a rating are better then the Master Sargent, but don't get a chance because as long as the top man is at all satisfactory he stays there by seniority. I don't have much respect for the ratings. I like the money that goes with them.
Yes, I'd like to have you chew my ears good, because while you were doing that I could be chewing and petting things I like of yours. I know a couple of nice soft things I'd like to chew on for a while. Of course, I wouldn't stop there but it's all part of my style of loving.
Well honey, I guess I've answered your letters and I'm run down. Going to get my laundry ready to send, shave, shower and etc and then I guess we'll go to a show. Forgot the name. It's supposed to be a musical girl show. Might stir up a good old messy dream. Night honey. I'm loving you and praying something nice happens soon. You're my nicest wife and I love you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Sun. Aft.
Sweetheart;
Sunday afternoon again. Beautiful day too. Cloudy at times and bright at others. Real warm. Trees are all leafing out, grass is nice and green and people are planting garden. Sure signs of spring. Wrote letters all morning and played a game of ball right after dinner. We played "D" company and beat them 5-0. Could have a very good ball team if we get a chance to play together enough. Plenty of men to choose from.
I guess I haven't any news to write so I'm going to answer this pile of yours I've got here. Didn't get any today.
You say your weekends go whirling by. So do mine. I get up by seven every Sunday and by the time I write my letters and do my chores the day is gone. I have been trying each Sunday to do a little reading. So far I haven't succeeded. The best I can do is look at the pictures in Colliers, scan the Gazette, and maybe read a couple articles in Reader's Digest. Now, if I play ball----well, I guess the reading is out. Oh well, I can do that when I get too old to play ball.
You say seeing soldiers makes you homesick for me. Now you can see why. When I go to town it makes me dissatisfied. I see other soldiers with their wives and having a glorious time and that makes me miss you more keenly than when I stay in camp. Like rubbing salt in an open wound. It's hell. Isn't it, honey? I love you so much.
Flopped again did you? Little off schedule this month aren't you? Should have been about the 18th. Can't blame that on me. Haven't been playing with some truck driver have you? Don't think I would blame you much if you did. Little hard to go so long without at least a little loving, after you're used to it and like it as much as we do.
You asked me why I wasn't very affectionate when you are flying the red flag. You should ask such a question after sharing that night in Michigan. You're so damn blood stirring I can't love you or play with you much, without getting ideas. When I get ideas and no satisfaction I get wild and it's hard to contain myself until the flag sign is right again. If you want much loving from me when you aren't in shape you're going to have to fix yourself so you aren't quite so exciting. Can't take it honey. I had all that kind of misery before we were married. I'll love you passively for those 4 days a month and make up for it the rest of the days.
I don't think you can squeeze me hard enough to make me say "uncle". I'd be more apt to want you to squeeze harder. You feel so good squeezed up tight to me. I like it and am ready for treatment of that kind anytime and for always.
I expect your way of handling Louisa's letter is the best way after all. Give her a second chance and then. It did make me mad for a while.
If you don't get the income tax return by the time you get this letter, it might be wise to call or see him. Maybe he has forgotten. The 15th is close now.
If I were you I'd get your Pop's opinion on the drive soon. If it will hold up O.K. but if it looks bad I'd get some gravel on. I wouldn't expect it to need any, but it's hard to tell. If there is plenty of loose gravel on top yet, it ought to be all right. If you do get stuck someday, don't forget, the ashes or gravel goes under the rear wheels, not the front.
The little "ditties" are all right. Rather cute. The same fault as you found with mine. Expected to read something and then get left in midair. I'll send them back now. I guess they have been copied enough to keep them spreading.
The packages you send have all arrived in good shape so far. You are doing a good job of packing. Everything was swell and we had quite a party last Sunday eve. I told you about it.
I didn't know about Dick Elder being broken. I haven't seen him for several weeks. It's nothing unusual and in lots of cases nothing to be ashamed of. Make one mistake and some officer gets mad enough and you are broken. Anyone can make mistakes. Be funny if we didn't. The whole system of promotions or demotions is cockeyed anyhow. Similar to a union set up. Lots of men that never even get a rating are better then the Master Sargent, but don't get a chance because as long as the top man is at all satisfactory he stays there by seniority. I don't have much respect for the ratings. I like the money that goes with them.
Yes, I'd like to have you chew my ears good, because while you were doing that I could be chewing and petting things I like of yours. I know a couple of nice soft things I'd like to chew on for a while. Of course, I wouldn't stop there but it's all part of my style of loving.
Well honey, I guess I've answered your letters and I'm run down. Going to get my laundry ready to send, shave, shower and etc and then I guess we'll go to a show. Forgot the name. It's supposed to be a musical girl show. Might stir up a good old messy dream. Night honey. I'm loving you and praying something nice happens soon. You're my nicest wife and I love you so much.
your hubby.
Norm.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Letter # 216 february 26, 1944
Feb. 26, 1944
Sat. Eve.
Sweetheart;
Hello. You sweet old thing. I'm loving you as best I can right now. Feel it? I'm not drunk, honey, I just love you and want to tell you so. I had a rather unusual day for me, at least since I've been in the army. Did me good, I guess. I'm all pepped up and nothing to spend my excess energy on. I bet I could do a good job of loving you tonight. I'll tell you about it.
The morning was much as usual except for the inspection. We got up, had breakfast and dressed in our best Sunday go-to -meeting clothes. Made our bed up "short sheet" so they had a white collar. Then laid all our field equipment on the bed for the inspecting officers to find fault with. Everything has to be clean and shining and laid out just so. Lot of horseshit but that's the army.
The inspection got under way. Brownie, being the Sargent in charge of our headquarters platoon, follows the officer with a notebook, making a record of the "gigs". My bed is about in the middle of the barracks and by the time they got to me, I thought Brownie would have to have a new notebook.
They didn't miss a speck of dust or dirt an anything. A slight trace of earth embedded in the wood grain of a tent peg or pole was enough for a gig. Even lifted the mattresses and if there was any dust on the bed rail or slats -- "gig". Spot of grease on tent, ropes, field bag. raincoat -- "gig". Boy they were tough. Foot locker inspection along with it. Everything there has to be in an army prescribed order. Socks here, handkerchief there, towel here, underwear there, and all must be very neat.
Lt. Newberger and Captain Spencer were the inspecting officers in our barracks. In one case they found a piece of thread about 2 inches long under a fellows bunk and "gigged" him.
I had expected the inspection to be one of the regular hit or miss jobs and hadn't been too careful. I could hear the list of gigs for me coming. Much to my surprise, the only gig I got was on my foot locker and they had to retract that.
Remember when we moved over here we mechanics were even without a place to sleep. Well when we did move into the barracks there weren't enough good foot lockers so I took one with no top tray. That was the cause of the "gig". When at my suggestion they checked with the supply Sargent, they found there were no better ones, so little Normie got off Scott free. I still think maybe my "ass kissing" helped there, even if it doesn't help on a furlough.
The inspection was over at 1000 and we worked the rest of the morning. After dinner we had two hours of athletics. Imagine that! Any form of game they have equipment for. I chose soft ball and had a hell of a good time at it.
I'm rusty as hell but so are the others. I played my old 1st base spot. For a while I forgot all about the army and it seemed like days of long ago. Remember how I always hollered and talked it up when I was in a game? Well I soon found myself back in the old groove and the boys got a kick out of it. Didn't think the old man or "Pop" as some of them call me, had that much life left in him. They should see how young I can act when I get with my "best old loving mummy." Anyhow I had a good time. I have heard they are going to have a regular period of games every day possible. I don't expect we mechanics will get in on it very often. Too much work to do. I hope we do though.
It was a perfect day. Like June back home. I was playing without a hat or shirt and I got a slight sunburn on the top of my head. Wonder why? Could it be my hair is thin? Or gone?
Three o'clock and we were off. The ones that didn't have "gigs" to fix up, and I, did another unusual thing for me.
I shaved, showered, dressed and took off for DeRidder to see the bright lights and the gals. The lights weren't very bright but I did see some rather nice looking gals. It's a good thing I'm a happy and securely married man. Married to the best of all the gals, or I might have got my face slapped or I might have gotten something else.
Remember Wild? He is one of the Knox boys. The smarty that was close to beating Ernie and I for a while. I think he is in one of the pictures we took up there. He has been in this battalion but a different company until recently. He has been transferred to this company now. Well, he and I went together.
His wife is coming down about the middle of March and he wanted to find a place to stay. Bet you can't guess why I went can you? I'll tell you later in this letter. We hunted all over town and no luck. Everything full and running over. Go into almost any home there and it looks like a hell of a big family of daughters. Soldiers wives everywhere. I wondered where, in some of these small places, they all found room to sleep. Must have to sleep in shifts or all sleep together and run the risk of getting "splashed". Some of them looked good enough to "splash" if a fellow could get away with it.
We were ready to give up, and the last place we tried we struck it lucky. A girl there is planning to leave on the 12th and they accepted an advance and will hold the room for him. It isn't a bad room, nothing like you had at Wilkerson's, but at least, a decent place to stay. Fairly good bed, couple chairs, a crude sort of wardrobe, and a wash bowl in the room. About as big as our room at home. The bath is shared by several other couples. The landlady seems nice. The room rents for $8.00 a week and it is very close to the center of town.
It isn't a bad town as towns go down here. It's dry so they aren't bothered by a host of drunken soldiers. Some nice stores and some very nice looking homes. Also have a [black] section that looks like Archer Heights used to. I would guess the town to be about 1/2 as big as Medina.
By that time we were hungry as hell so we looked up a very nice little restaurant and had us a T bone steak. $1.50 a plate and no dessert. It was a good steak though. The place was full of Lts, captains, majors, and their gals or wives. A Pfc and a T/4 were rather out of place, but our money is as good as theirs.
Then we set out to take care of my business. You've probably guessed it. I was looking for a present, a birthday present, for a very beautiful, sweet, loving, luscious girl I know back home. She is approaching her 27th birthday, [I think] but you'd never guess she was that old by her looks or actions. Last time I saw her she acted like a bride of 20. I love her. She's my wife and sweetheart.
Honey, I had the damnedest time. Couldn't find anything that excited me in any line I knew anything about, so I finally tried a line I knew nothing about.
I picked out a sales girl that looked like she had a good amount of intelligence and understanding and told her my predicament. Asked for any ideas or suggestions she might have. We did the best we could and that wasn't very good, I'm sure. It was a nice big modern store, apparently one of a chain. She said they had a hell of a time getting anything decent at all. I got the best they had. If you don't like them I won't be at all surprised. I was thinking of you anyhow.
I'll send the package sometime this week if I get a chance. Next Sat. at the latest. The P.O. at this camp isn't open on Sunday. You can see, honey, I had a very unusual and busy day.
It's time for bed now so I'll say bye.
I loves you so much, honey, and want you more and more all the time.
I still haven't answered your letters and I got your Wed one today. Guess I'll have material for a letter tomorrow.
Night gorgeous, I love you.
your lover
Norm.
Sat. Eve.
Sweetheart;
Hello. You sweet old thing. I'm loving you as best I can right now. Feel it? I'm not drunk, honey, I just love you and want to tell you so. I had a rather unusual day for me, at least since I've been in the army. Did me good, I guess. I'm all pepped up and nothing to spend my excess energy on. I bet I could do a good job of loving you tonight. I'll tell you about it.
The morning was much as usual except for the inspection. We got up, had breakfast and dressed in our best Sunday go-to -meeting clothes. Made our bed up "short sheet" so they had a white collar. Then laid all our field equipment on the bed for the inspecting officers to find fault with. Everything has to be clean and shining and laid out just so. Lot of horseshit but that's the army.
The inspection got under way. Brownie, being the Sargent in charge of our headquarters platoon, follows the officer with a notebook, making a record of the "gigs". My bed is about in the middle of the barracks and by the time they got to me, I thought Brownie would have to have a new notebook.
They didn't miss a speck of dust or dirt an anything. A slight trace of earth embedded in the wood grain of a tent peg or pole was enough for a gig. Even lifted the mattresses and if there was any dust on the bed rail or slats -- "gig". Spot of grease on tent, ropes, field bag. raincoat -- "gig". Boy they were tough. Foot locker inspection along with it. Everything there has to be in an army prescribed order. Socks here, handkerchief there, towel here, underwear there, and all must be very neat.
Lt. Newberger and Captain Spencer were the inspecting officers in our barracks. In one case they found a piece of thread about 2 inches long under a fellows bunk and "gigged" him.
I had expected the inspection to be one of the regular hit or miss jobs and hadn't been too careful. I could hear the list of gigs for me coming. Much to my surprise, the only gig I got was on my foot locker and they had to retract that.
Remember when we moved over here we mechanics were even without a place to sleep. Well when we did move into the barracks there weren't enough good foot lockers so I took one with no top tray. That was the cause of the "gig". When at my suggestion they checked with the supply Sargent, they found there were no better ones, so little Normie got off Scott free. I still think maybe my "ass kissing" helped there, even if it doesn't help on a furlough.
The inspection was over at 1000 and we worked the rest of the morning. After dinner we had two hours of athletics. Imagine that! Any form of game they have equipment for. I chose soft ball and had a hell of a good time at it.
I'm rusty as hell but so are the others. I played my old 1st base spot. For a while I forgot all about the army and it seemed like days of long ago. Remember how I always hollered and talked it up when I was in a game? Well I soon found myself back in the old groove and the boys got a kick out of it. Didn't think the old man or "Pop" as some of them call me, had that much life left in him. They should see how young I can act when I get with my "best old loving mummy." Anyhow I had a good time. I have heard they are going to have a regular period of games every day possible. I don't expect we mechanics will get in on it very often. Too much work to do. I hope we do though.
It was a perfect day. Like June back home. I was playing without a hat or shirt and I got a slight sunburn on the top of my head. Wonder why? Could it be my hair is thin? Or gone?
Three o'clock and we were off. The ones that didn't have "gigs" to fix up, and I, did another unusual thing for me.
I shaved, showered, dressed and took off for DeRidder to see the bright lights and the gals. The lights weren't very bright but I did see some rather nice looking gals. It's a good thing I'm a happy and securely married man. Married to the best of all the gals, or I might have got my face slapped or I might have gotten something else.
Remember Wild? He is one of the Knox boys. The smarty that was close to beating Ernie and I for a while. I think he is in one of the pictures we took up there. He has been in this battalion but a different company until recently. He has been transferred to this company now. Well, he and I went together.
His wife is coming down about the middle of March and he wanted to find a place to stay. Bet you can't guess why I went can you? I'll tell you later in this letter. We hunted all over town and no luck. Everything full and running over. Go into almost any home there and it looks like a hell of a big family of daughters. Soldiers wives everywhere. I wondered where, in some of these small places, they all found room to sleep. Must have to sleep in shifts or all sleep together and run the risk of getting "splashed". Some of them looked good enough to "splash" if a fellow could get away with it.
We were ready to give up, and the last place we tried we struck it lucky. A girl there is planning to leave on the 12th and they accepted an advance and will hold the room for him. It isn't a bad room, nothing like you had at Wilkerson's, but at least, a decent place to stay. Fairly good bed, couple chairs, a crude sort of wardrobe, and a wash bowl in the room. About as big as our room at home. The bath is shared by several other couples. The landlady seems nice. The room rents for $8.00 a week and it is very close to the center of town.
It isn't a bad town as towns go down here. It's dry so they aren't bothered by a host of drunken soldiers. Some nice stores and some very nice looking homes. Also have a [black] section that looks like Archer Heights used to. I would guess the town to be about 1/2 as big as Medina.
By that time we were hungry as hell so we looked up a very nice little restaurant and had us a T bone steak. $1.50 a plate and no dessert. It was a good steak though. The place was full of Lts, captains, majors, and their gals or wives. A Pfc and a T/4 were rather out of place, but our money is as good as theirs.
Then we set out to take care of my business. You've probably guessed it. I was looking for a present, a birthday present, for a very beautiful, sweet, loving, luscious girl I know back home. She is approaching her 27th birthday, [I think] but you'd never guess she was that old by her looks or actions. Last time I saw her she acted like a bride of 20. I love her. She's my wife and sweetheart.
Honey, I had the damnedest time. Couldn't find anything that excited me in any line I knew anything about, so I finally tried a line I knew nothing about.
I picked out a sales girl that looked like she had a good amount of intelligence and understanding and told her my predicament. Asked for any ideas or suggestions she might have. We did the best we could and that wasn't very good, I'm sure. It was a nice big modern store, apparently one of a chain. She said they had a hell of a time getting anything decent at all. I got the best they had. If you don't like them I won't be at all surprised. I was thinking of you anyhow.
I'll send the package sometime this week if I get a chance. Next Sat. at the latest. The P.O. at this camp isn't open on Sunday. You can see, honey, I had a very unusual and busy day.
It's time for bed now so I'll say bye.
I loves you so much, honey, and want you more and more all the time.
I still haven't answered your letters and I got your Wed one today. Guess I'll have material for a letter tomorrow.
Night gorgeous, I love you.
your lover
Norm.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Letter # 215 February 25, 1944
Fri. Night.
Feb 25, 1944
My darling wife;
I seem to be getting way behind on my letters to you. Got your Tues. one today. That's more like it. Maybe the mail will be on the ball again for a while.
I've got 4 letters of yours here to answer. I'm in better shape to do it than I was last night. If beer parties are considered a success if everyone gets either drunk or sick, this one was a big success. Even your old man was somewhat the worse for wear as you could probably tell by my letter. I did manage a short note and that was all I could do. Went to bed and slept like a log.
Tonight, being Friday, we scrubbed the barracks, and there is an inspection of all our field equipment, shelter halves, blankets, mess gear, and etc. and it all has to be clean and shining, so I didn't get started to write as early as could be, tonight.
The way things look and sound, we will be off about 4 tomorrow and all day Sunday. Hard to predict, though.
I did call the shot on one thing. The alert is lifted and the first men go on furlough Mar. 1. That is something. Unless the unexpected happens it will be a long time yet before my turn. They are only sending 8 men at a time. 7 day furloughs plus traveling time as allowed by the army. They are giving the furloughs in the same order they were given the first time, so that puts me way back. The men leaving now had their first one the last part of August. That will mean about 2 months before my turn. This damned alert screwed up the works or I would have been close to the top now. I hadn't hoped for too much but I'm disappointed never-the-less. Two more months is a hell of along time, but I guess we can take it. Maybe it will make our next honeymoon all the more loving and ardent. I sure as hell would like to see you and love you and everything about now. I do love you so much, sweetheart.
Summer is surely coming now. The past few days have been almost hot. Wearing only fatigues and if I move very fast, I can get up a sweat. Been running around the area tonight with only a pair of suntan pants. It's still rainy and cloudy most of the time.
Now for your letters.
You surely must have been busy writing me letters Saturday. Three of them in one day. Honey, you're a devil. A very nice, sweet one though. I could just squeeze you to death.
I don't know if I'd call the mail situation interesting or disgusting or what. It is funny as hell how it works. Probably most of it is due to lack of help and very little of what they have is experienced. Some days there won't be more than a dozen letters for the whole battalion and then next day there will be a truckload. Don't get it sorted everyday I guess.
I don't think you're nuts at all. I think you're a very swell wife and lover. None better. I like to hear about all the things that happen to you. Keeps me on the inside and seems like I'm not so far away. I want to know when you have a cold or when your nails split and all such things. I love you, honey, and anything that concerns you is interesting to me.
It may sound a little cocky, as you say, to be laughing at the captain, but it isn't. After all, he isn't much older than I and I don't think he knows a hell of a lot more either. I've rather outgrown the rookie days when I thought officers were supermen or something. They are only ordinary men with marks of rank on their shoulders. They don't like this business any more than the rest of us.
I'm looking forward to this summer also and hoping we can be together. Even if I'm still here in La. I'll be ready and waiting for you to come. As I told you a while ago, you're on your own. Come to see me anytime and anyplace you want to. I'll love you to death. I was hoping to spend your birthday with you. That's out now so maybe we can substitute mine. Hell, honey, I don't care whose birthday it is. I want to see you.
Your letters are very nice and sweet. If I could save them I could prove it. I like every letter you write and you do a lot of sweet talking about me. If you do too much more I'll get really egotistical and be hard to get along with. I've such a nice, sweet person to write about, I should be able to do much better than I do.
Seems like you got a chance to write a thank you note also. That was nice and thoughtful of you. You're even nice to other people aren't you? You're nice to everyone. You're a nice old gal. I should know.
You may have me fooled about you being the best loving ever came down the road. I really haven't any comparison experience. If you aren't, I'll never know, because I haven't much desire to try proving my opinion wrong. I'm completely satisfied. As far as I'm concerned you'll always be the best of everything. Can't see how anyone could better these last performances of yours. Still gives me a thrill. Can almost feel the ecstasy and full satisfaction. Boy, thrills me, honey.
I'm not at all worried about any training I may have to give you. I'll love you so much and make you so happy, your war nerves will disappear in a hurry. I know mine will.
I haven't nearly finished your letters but I'm signing off for tonight.
Night, Mummy dear. I loves you so much. You're my wife.
I'm your husband.
Norm.
Feb 25, 1944
My darling wife;
I seem to be getting way behind on my letters to you. Got your Tues. one today. That's more like it. Maybe the mail will be on the ball again for a while.
I've got 4 letters of yours here to answer. I'm in better shape to do it than I was last night. If beer parties are considered a success if everyone gets either drunk or sick, this one was a big success. Even your old man was somewhat the worse for wear as you could probably tell by my letter. I did manage a short note and that was all I could do. Went to bed and slept like a log.
Tonight, being Friday, we scrubbed the barracks, and there is an inspection of all our field equipment, shelter halves, blankets, mess gear, and etc. and it all has to be clean and shining, so I didn't get started to write as early as could be, tonight.
The way things look and sound, we will be off about 4 tomorrow and all day Sunday. Hard to predict, though.
I did call the shot on one thing. The alert is lifted and the first men go on furlough Mar. 1. That is something. Unless the unexpected happens it will be a long time yet before my turn. They are only sending 8 men at a time. 7 day furloughs plus traveling time as allowed by the army. They are giving the furloughs in the same order they were given the first time, so that puts me way back. The men leaving now had their first one the last part of August. That will mean about 2 months before my turn. This damned alert screwed up the works or I would have been close to the top now. I hadn't hoped for too much but I'm disappointed never-the-less. Two more months is a hell of along time, but I guess we can take it. Maybe it will make our next honeymoon all the more loving and ardent. I sure as hell would like to see you and love you and everything about now. I do love you so much, sweetheart.
Summer is surely coming now. The past few days have been almost hot. Wearing only fatigues and if I move very fast, I can get up a sweat. Been running around the area tonight with only a pair of suntan pants. It's still rainy and cloudy most of the time.
Now for your letters.
You surely must have been busy writing me letters Saturday. Three of them in one day. Honey, you're a devil. A very nice, sweet one though. I could just squeeze you to death.
I don't know if I'd call the mail situation interesting or disgusting or what. It is funny as hell how it works. Probably most of it is due to lack of help and very little of what they have is experienced. Some days there won't be more than a dozen letters for the whole battalion and then next day there will be a truckload. Don't get it sorted everyday I guess.
I don't think you're nuts at all. I think you're a very swell wife and lover. None better. I like to hear about all the things that happen to you. Keeps me on the inside and seems like I'm not so far away. I want to know when you have a cold or when your nails split and all such things. I love you, honey, and anything that concerns you is interesting to me.
It may sound a little cocky, as you say, to be laughing at the captain, but it isn't. After all, he isn't much older than I and I don't think he knows a hell of a lot more either. I've rather outgrown the rookie days when I thought officers were supermen or something. They are only ordinary men with marks of rank on their shoulders. They don't like this business any more than the rest of us.
I'm looking forward to this summer also and hoping we can be together. Even if I'm still here in La. I'll be ready and waiting for you to come. As I told you a while ago, you're on your own. Come to see me anytime and anyplace you want to. I'll love you to death. I was hoping to spend your birthday with you. That's out now so maybe we can substitute mine. Hell, honey, I don't care whose birthday it is. I want to see you.
Your letters are very nice and sweet. If I could save them I could prove it. I like every letter you write and you do a lot of sweet talking about me. If you do too much more I'll get really egotistical and be hard to get along with. I've such a nice, sweet person to write about, I should be able to do much better than I do.
Seems like you got a chance to write a thank you note also. That was nice and thoughtful of you. You're even nice to other people aren't you? You're nice to everyone. You're a nice old gal. I should know.
You may have me fooled about you being the best loving ever came down the road. I really haven't any comparison experience. If you aren't, I'll never know, because I haven't much desire to try proving my opinion wrong. I'm completely satisfied. As far as I'm concerned you'll always be the best of everything. Can't see how anyone could better these last performances of yours. Still gives me a thrill. Can almost feel the ecstasy and full satisfaction. Boy, thrills me, honey.
I'm not at all worried about any training I may have to give you. I'll love you so much and make you so happy, your war nerves will disappear in a hurry. I know mine will.
I haven't nearly finished your letters but I'm signing off for tonight.
Night, Mummy dear. I loves you so much. You're my wife.
I'm your husband.
Norm.
Letter # 214 February 24, 1944
Feb. 24, 1944
Thurs. Eve.
Sweetheart;
I don't know how much of a letter this is going to be. I'm a bit under the influence of beer. I'm not really drunk, just high. We sure had plenty. 6 kegs and 35 cases and I guess there were only about 80 or 90 men drinking it. I bet I had a gallon. I'm so full I fill my trousers in the waist for the first time since I've had them. I'd sure hate to go on an all night party with these fellows. They can't take it. Most of them either passed out or were sick before the party got going good. It sure is a noisy uncontrollable bunch when they get a few beers. Had plenty to eat and drink and had some good music. Got some boys from other companies to come in and had a 5 piece band. A few of them are really good.
Had a menu for each man. I'll enclose mine. It is more a comic than a menu because a lot of the things on it are purely comedy. The girls for instance.
The party is still going, but I got tired of it and decided to at least write a note to you. As you can probably tell, I'm not in very good shape to be writing. I felt like getting drunk and I came close to it. Only wish I could have been getting drunk with you, instead of a bunch of fellows.
We had our big parade this afternoon. Seemed to go off very well. I bet it wouldn't now. Sure is a bunch of Sad Sacks.
I got three letters from you today. Sat morn, Sat night, and Monday. Two air mail and one regular all the same time. I too think the government is screwing us on the air mail. I'd advise using regular mail. I think it is just as fast.
I'm not going to answer much of your letters tonight. I'm going to shave & etc. and go to bed.
I had been meaning to ask about Ed & Betty and you told me before I got to it. Glad they found a place to stay and hope they like it. They have knocked around quite a bit.
Sweetheart, forgive your wayward husband for this short letter. I don't feel up to much more.
I love you, honey, so much. I'm wanting you more and more all the time. Night, darling, I'm loving you.
Your drunk Sgt.
Norm.
Thurs. Eve.
Sweetheart;
I don't know how much of a letter this is going to be. I'm a bit under the influence of beer. I'm not really drunk, just high. We sure had plenty. 6 kegs and 35 cases and I guess there were only about 80 or 90 men drinking it. I bet I had a gallon. I'm so full I fill my trousers in the waist for the first time since I've had them. I'd sure hate to go on an all night party with these fellows. They can't take it. Most of them either passed out or were sick before the party got going good. It sure is a noisy uncontrollable bunch when they get a few beers. Had plenty to eat and drink and had some good music. Got some boys from other companies to come in and had a 5 piece band. A few of them are really good.
Had a menu for each man. I'll enclose mine. It is more a comic than a menu because a lot of the things on it are purely comedy. The girls for instance.
The party is still going, but I got tired of it and decided to at least write a note to you. As you can probably tell, I'm not in very good shape to be writing. I felt like getting drunk and I came close to it. Only wish I could have been getting drunk with you, instead of a bunch of fellows.
We had our big parade this afternoon. Seemed to go off very well. I bet it wouldn't now. Sure is a bunch of Sad Sacks.
I got three letters from you today. Sat morn, Sat night, and Monday. Two air mail and one regular all the same time. I too think the government is screwing us on the air mail. I'd advise using regular mail. I think it is just as fast.
I'm not going to answer much of your letters tonight. I'm going to shave & etc. and go to bed.
I had been meaning to ask about Ed & Betty and you told me before I got to it. Glad they found a place to stay and hope they like it. They have knocked around quite a bit.
Sweetheart, forgive your wayward husband for this short letter. I don't feel up to much more.
I love you, honey, so much. I'm wanting you more and more all the time. Night, darling, I'm loving you.
Your drunk Sgt.
Norm.
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