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.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Letter # 191 January 28, 1944
Jan 28, 1944
Fri. eve.
My Sweetest Sweetheart;
Hello, my wifey. How are you? Well, I hope. You should be in fair shape again by this time. Almost ready to love again. I'd like to love you too.
Got two letters today but neither of them from you. One from Vi and one from Fenstermacher's mother. Remember him? He was one of the boys at Knox. Don't think I talked of him very much. He is the fellow laying like a dead man on top of the tanks in one of the pictures.
A couple of weeks ago, before Brownie and I had our visiting day, I decided that as I hadn't seen Angie or Fenstermacher, I would send their pictures to them. Not knowing their camp address I sent them to their homes. Fenstermacher's mother wrote and thanked me and also sent his address. I sent Finnegan's to him as soon as I got back here. He is the S/Sgt from Calif. The rest of them I saw and delivered the pictures personally.
Vi didn't tell any more takes on you, this time. Mostly what you had already told me.
I also got the Gazette and I noticed that Ford Good bought himself a marriage licence. I guess you know who he is. Paul's brother, uncle of some of your kids. The bug finally got him. He's one of the boys that said he wasn't planning ever getting married. Guess the bug gets them all sooner or later.
If they all have as good luck as I did, there would be a lot of happy couples. They can't have quite as good luck though, because I got the best one ever made. I was lucky to get my rope on her before some other guy did. I love you sweetheart.
We've had quite a day. Going back to basic training again. Rolled us out at 4 A.M. with breakfast at 4:15. Right after breakfast we had the usual monthly cock inspection. See, I have my monthly now too.
Went to work. More eyewash, painting and varnishing the office. About 9 A.M. we were taken for a trip through the gas chamber. This time it was chlorine gas. Go into the gas with masks stiff in carriers, and then hold our breath until we get our masks on. Some of the boys didn't get their masks on properly and had to leave the chamber in a hell of a hurry. Get a couple good lung fulls of that stuff and you're a sick man.
This afternoon we had a short road march, the first I've had since I was at Knox. Walked out about 4 miles to witness a demonstration of the new rocket gun. Out and back made about an 8 mile march, for a starter.
You've probably seen accounts of this rocket gun in the papers and magazines. It's a hell of a looking thing to be a tank destroying weapon. Looks like a six foot section of eve spout with a couple sights and stock and trigger. The rocket looks like a small bomb with an 18" tail and fins on the end of the tail. One man places the rocket in the tube from the rear and pulls the pin on the explosive charge on the nose. The other man holds the launcher like a gun, gets his sight and pulls the trigger. The rocket takes off in a flash of flame like a skyrocket. When the rocket hits it explodes and burns a hole through the tank.
They had an old med tank for a target. Fired a few shots at it and then we went out to see what had happened. There were nice neat little holes about an inch in diameter clear through the heaviest armor, almost 3 inches of steel, but that was only the beginning. The inside of the tank was a mess. All blown apart and lots of parts melted away entirely. It must be hot as hell. Looks like sure death for a tank. Never saw so much hell raised by so small a thing before.
Came back, did some more painting until supper time. Then scrubbed the barracks and now I'm at ease.
Tomorrow we have another road march. 12 miles this time, and sometime in the future we have a 25 mile one coming up. That 25 mile one seems to be a standard test of physical fitness in the army. Almost all outfits are required to make it before that are ready for combat.
We now have a different way of serving chow. Instead of cafeteria style, the grub is all put on the tables and they call it home style. It has advantages and disadvantages. I like one thing about it. When we have a dessert of some kind it doesn't get all mixed up with the rest of the grub on your plate.
Well honey, I seem to be all unwound. Been laying here trying to think of something to finish this page, but nothing seems to click at all. Guess I'll let it end here. I can't write a good long one anymore without getting naughty about it. I'll try to keep them clean for a while or you'll be thinking I'm developing into a very dirty minded man. I'm not. I always was the same only I could express myself by actions. Didn't have to say it in words. I used to say a lot with my hands. Remember? Old feely, you used to call me. Night sweetheart, I love you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Fri. eve.
My Sweetest Sweetheart;
Hello, my wifey. How are you? Well, I hope. You should be in fair shape again by this time. Almost ready to love again. I'd like to love you too.
Got two letters today but neither of them from you. One from Vi and one from Fenstermacher's mother. Remember him? He was one of the boys at Knox. Don't think I talked of him very much. He is the fellow laying like a dead man on top of the tanks in one of the pictures.
A couple of weeks ago, before Brownie and I had our visiting day, I decided that as I hadn't seen Angie or Fenstermacher, I would send their pictures to them. Not knowing their camp address I sent them to their homes. Fenstermacher's mother wrote and thanked me and also sent his address. I sent Finnegan's to him as soon as I got back here. He is the S/Sgt from Calif. The rest of them I saw and delivered the pictures personally.
Vi didn't tell any more takes on you, this time. Mostly what you had already told me.
I also got the Gazette and I noticed that Ford Good bought himself a marriage licence. I guess you know who he is. Paul's brother, uncle of some of your kids. The bug finally got him. He's one of the boys that said he wasn't planning ever getting married. Guess the bug gets them all sooner or later.
If they all have as good luck as I did, there would be a lot of happy couples. They can't have quite as good luck though, because I got the best one ever made. I was lucky to get my rope on her before some other guy did. I love you sweetheart.
We've had quite a day. Going back to basic training again. Rolled us out at 4 A.M. with breakfast at 4:15. Right after breakfast we had the usual monthly cock inspection. See, I have my monthly now too.
Went to work. More eyewash, painting and varnishing the office. About 9 A.M. we were taken for a trip through the gas chamber. This time it was chlorine gas. Go into the gas with masks stiff in carriers, and then hold our breath until we get our masks on. Some of the boys didn't get their masks on properly and had to leave the chamber in a hell of a hurry. Get a couple good lung fulls of that stuff and you're a sick man.
This afternoon we had a short road march, the first I've had since I was at Knox. Walked out about 4 miles to witness a demonstration of the new rocket gun. Out and back made about an 8 mile march, for a starter.
You've probably seen accounts of this rocket gun in the papers and magazines. It's a hell of a looking thing to be a tank destroying weapon. Looks like a six foot section of eve spout with a couple sights and stock and trigger. The rocket looks like a small bomb with an 18" tail and fins on the end of the tail. One man places the rocket in the tube from the rear and pulls the pin on the explosive charge on the nose. The other man holds the launcher like a gun, gets his sight and pulls the trigger. The rocket takes off in a flash of flame like a skyrocket. When the rocket hits it explodes and burns a hole through the tank.
They had an old med tank for a target. Fired a few shots at it and then we went out to see what had happened. There were nice neat little holes about an inch in diameter clear through the heaviest armor, almost 3 inches of steel, but that was only the beginning. The inside of the tank was a mess. All blown apart and lots of parts melted away entirely. It must be hot as hell. Looks like sure death for a tank. Never saw so much hell raised by so small a thing before.
Came back, did some more painting until supper time. Then scrubbed the barracks and now I'm at ease.
Tomorrow we have another road march. 12 miles this time, and sometime in the future we have a 25 mile one coming up. That 25 mile one seems to be a standard test of physical fitness in the army. Almost all outfits are required to make it before that are ready for combat.
We now have a different way of serving chow. Instead of cafeteria style, the grub is all put on the tables and they call it home style. It has advantages and disadvantages. I like one thing about it. When we have a dessert of some kind it doesn't get all mixed up with the rest of the grub on your plate.
Well honey, I seem to be all unwound. Been laying here trying to think of something to finish this page, but nothing seems to click at all. Guess I'll let it end here. I can't write a good long one anymore without getting naughty about it. I'll try to keep them clean for a while or you'll be thinking I'm developing into a very dirty minded man. I'm not. I always was the same only I could express myself by actions. Didn't have to say it in words. I used to say a lot with my hands. Remember? Old feely, you used to call me. Night sweetheart, I love you so much.
your lover
Norm.
Letter # 190 January 27, 1944
Jan 27, 1944
Thurs. eve.
My Darling Wife.
Another day come and nearly gone. The date says it is exactly 3 months since I headed back for Polk. Think of that, 1/4 of a year already again. First of Feb in a few days. Hardly seems possible.
Nothing very much happening around here today. We had a third army inspection. It was supposed to be on the vehicles and turned out to be on the mechanics instead. They ran true to form. Gave us an examination on wheel vehicles and we are all tank mechanics. They gave me an examination on the 2 1/2 ton truck. Part of it was practical work with the examiner watching and the rest oral questions. I cleaned the fuel filters, cleaned and adjusted spark plugs and adjusted brakes and then answered a lot of questions and described the proper army procedure of doing the work in question. I got along in good shape until the last question.
He asked me if I had one nearly new tire and one nearly worn out, to put on one duel wheel, which tire would I put on the outside. Well that was a new one on me. I had never heard the army way of doing that so I answered it the way nearly all civilian truck drivers do it. Put the worn one on the outside. I should have known it would be backwards in the army. The answer was supposed to be, worn one inside. The examiner laughed and said I was still thinking like a civilian. So I missed one of my questions. Mac & Baker also were asked a few questions and we all came out O.K. Good score for the company.
That will be the last 3rd army test for us, I guess. We were just informed today that we were taken from the 3rd and attached to the 4th army as special troops. Whatever that means, I don't know, but the usual rumors are flying around. Some say we will stay here and maybe go on maneuvers here in La. & Texas. As you said, they don't seem to know what they want to do with us. Probably be as I expected. Keep kicking us around and will never even get out of La. Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.
Our good weather has left us again for the past couple days. Rain and more rain and mud again. Not quite as much mud here as in the other camp. More concrete roads and drives and walks and etc. Better in that respect. I sure hated all that mud. It is also getting a lot cooler tonight. Have a little winter now I guess. Can't be much more of it though. Only two months later than this when I got here last year and the trees had been in full leaf for a month. I imagine it is very much like spring by the end of Feb. and that is only four weeks away.
Got another nice big six page letter from my sweetie today. I sure look forward to getting them and enjoy them a lot. I usually read each one several times.
You surely made a friend of Mrs. Wilkerson from the sound of things. They are swell people. So are you. Probably why you became such good friends. I wouldn't mind being back there again. We had such a good time, didn't we?
You can take my dirty letter any way you want but it's a positive fact that I'm missing you and loving you a hell of a lot.
Honey, I don't think you realize just what you'd be letting yourself in for by suggesting I fly home if I get another furlough and you would pay the bill. That would be quite a price to pay. The train ticket is less than $30.00 round trip and the plane is over $120.00 each way. It would be worth it, but I'm still scotch. I doubt very much that I could even get a ticket.
I do give you credit for being big enough to back down on your estimate of Betty. I rather thought you would if you ever got to know her. You and I usually agree on our likes and dislikes of people.
Sweetheart, I'm not working myself up to a good loving. I've been worked up to that ever since I left you. Remember I said the old thing misbehaved, already, on the train down here. I've been ready for a good loving a long, long time and hope it won't be too long before we can indulge.
I know I'm a devil but I sure do like to love my mummy. Best loving ever came down the road. You're a dandy, you're my wife, and am I glad of it!
I'm about unwound now so I'll quit for tonight. Night sweetheart, I love you so much.
your favorite husband
Norm.
Thurs. eve.
My Darling Wife.
Another day come and nearly gone. The date says it is exactly 3 months since I headed back for Polk. Think of that, 1/4 of a year already again. First of Feb in a few days. Hardly seems possible.
Nothing very much happening around here today. We had a third army inspection. It was supposed to be on the vehicles and turned out to be on the mechanics instead. They ran true to form. Gave us an examination on wheel vehicles and we are all tank mechanics. They gave me an examination on the 2 1/2 ton truck. Part of it was practical work with the examiner watching and the rest oral questions. I cleaned the fuel filters, cleaned and adjusted spark plugs and adjusted brakes and then answered a lot of questions and described the proper army procedure of doing the work in question. I got along in good shape until the last question.
He asked me if I had one nearly new tire and one nearly worn out, to put on one duel wheel, which tire would I put on the outside. Well that was a new one on me. I had never heard the army way of doing that so I answered it the way nearly all civilian truck drivers do it. Put the worn one on the outside. I should have known it would be backwards in the army. The answer was supposed to be, worn one inside. The examiner laughed and said I was still thinking like a civilian. So I missed one of my questions. Mac & Baker also were asked a few questions and we all came out O.K. Good score for the company.
That will be the last 3rd army test for us, I guess. We were just informed today that we were taken from the 3rd and attached to the 4th army as special troops. Whatever that means, I don't know, but the usual rumors are flying around. Some say we will stay here and maybe go on maneuvers here in La. & Texas. As you said, they don't seem to know what they want to do with us. Probably be as I expected. Keep kicking us around and will never even get out of La. Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.
Our good weather has left us again for the past couple days. Rain and more rain and mud again. Not quite as much mud here as in the other camp. More concrete roads and drives and walks and etc. Better in that respect. I sure hated all that mud. It is also getting a lot cooler tonight. Have a little winter now I guess. Can't be much more of it though. Only two months later than this when I got here last year and the trees had been in full leaf for a month. I imagine it is very much like spring by the end of Feb. and that is only four weeks away.
Got another nice big six page letter from my sweetie today. I sure look forward to getting them and enjoy them a lot. I usually read each one several times.
You surely made a friend of Mrs. Wilkerson from the sound of things. They are swell people. So are you. Probably why you became such good friends. I wouldn't mind being back there again. We had such a good time, didn't we?
You can take my dirty letter any way you want but it's a positive fact that I'm missing you and loving you a hell of a lot.
Honey, I don't think you realize just what you'd be letting yourself in for by suggesting I fly home if I get another furlough and you would pay the bill. That would be quite a price to pay. The train ticket is less than $30.00 round trip and the plane is over $120.00 each way. It would be worth it, but I'm still scotch. I doubt very much that I could even get a ticket.
I do give you credit for being big enough to back down on your estimate of Betty. I rather thought you would if you ever got to know her. You and I usually agree on our likes and dislikes of people.
Sweetheart, I'm not working myself up to a good loving. I've been worked up to that ever since I left you. Remember I said the old thing misbehaved, already, on the train down here. I've been ready for a good loving a long, long time and hope it won't be too long before we can indulge.
I know I'm a devil but I sure do like to love my mummy. Best loving ever came down the road. You're a dandy, you're my wife, and am I glad of it!
I'm about unwound now so I'll quit for tonight. Night sweetheart, I love you so much.
your favorite husband
Norm.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Letter # 189 January 26, 1944
Jan 26, 1944
Wed. Eve.
Hello Sweetness;
I hope you didn't miss yesterday's letter that I didn't write, too much. I'm sorry honey. I just couldn't make it. We got us a barracks and moved in right after supper and then we had to go back to work again. Worked until late and I didn't feel like writing, even to you. So I didn't.
I've just had an interruption. Orders came out that all men would attend the basketball game at the field house. It is the 775th team and four of our boys are on the squad. I really had intended to go but when we worked so late last night and I didn't write to you, I had decided to stay in but I went to the game after all.
When I came back here last fall the team had just been organized. They were still selecting players and I passed it up. Thought they were way out of my class. After seeing tonight's game, I wish I had gone in for it. They are only about as good as a good high school team. I think the "old man" would almost stay with them. They were playing a team from Camp Claybourne. Our team won 59 - 40. They have had a rather successful season. Only been beaten three or four times I guess. They have had a good thing out of it. Have been all over La. and over in Texas. Even play civilian teams. Some of their trips have taken a couple days. I imagine it would have been fun, but I imagine my honey would have been hurtin' for letters. Play a couple games a week and practice a couple nights. That would only leave me about three nights to write. That would be hell, wouldn't it?
We got moved into our barracks but that is about all. It's so crowded we are sleeping in double deck beds, don't have any foot lockers, and lots of things are still fucked up. I am sleeping on an upper bunk, Baker under me. Maybe I can fall out and break a leg or an arm and get to see those nurses after all. Anyhow I'm getting way up in the world.
We have had a little excitement. Some of our boys and the paratroopers had a round the other night. Wasn't far from our barracks and the noise soon had most of our battalion and couple of paratrooper battalions all lined up and ready to go. The M.P.'s and the guards charged in with the tear gas bombs and broke it up.
While all this was going on your old man was inside watching from a window. I haven't lost any trouble so I'm not looking for any. Beside I like my own teeth too well to have them pushed down my throat. A few of the boys lost some teeth and hide that night.
Still keeping us busy doing mostly "eyewash". Today I was building a nice little picket fence to separate the Lt's. desk from the rest of the office. He thinks so much of that desk he says he's going to take it home when we leave here. He asked me today what I was supposed to be, carpenter, mechanic, or what.
I know what I'd like to be. I'd like to be nothing but husband and lover of a very sweet gal back in Ohio. I wouldn't give a damn if it was in Ohio, or where the hell, just so that gal was there and would be my wife and lover. I loves you honey.
I didn't get a letter from you yesterday. Old, no letter Tues again. I got a very nice one today though, your Sat & Sun letter. Rather sweet one too. Told me some nice things. I'd like to have you say things like that to me. Must be love because I never used to like that kind of talk.
I'll answer your letters now. I think I still have your Fri one to answer.
Sweetheart, you're way behind time, telling me not to qualify for sharpshooter on the carbine. I have already done that. In fact, I did it the first time I ever fired it. It is a pretty good little gun, although I've seen better. Sights are contrary to what you expected. Not telescopic sights or even good peep sights. The gun is made for battle conditions at shorter ranges, so the sights are very rough. Peep is large to make it very easy to pick up a target quickly. I would like to get one and have some good sights put on it. Would make a dandy woodchuck or fox gun. Very light and easy to carry. Only weighs about 6 pounds loaded with 20 shells.
Don't worry about them making a sniper or something of me. I guess I'm definitely a mechanic from here on.
Baby, dear, I know damn well we'll have a lot of fun trying for that 40 quota and you won't be the only one who knows we've been somewhere. We'll do all we can so you'll have something to talk about when the other gals kid you about your sex life. Bet there won't be many left that will be able to say much. Most of them will soon be war widows, looks like.
Don't think I'd mind a bit, hearing you ask, "What 'cha doin?" "Where you going?" and other similar questions. I used to think you overworked them, but I'd love it now. At least for a while. My soul may still be my own but that is about all. The rest belongs to you and I'm happy about the whole thing.
Honey, I can't imagine what you are talking about when you say some of my letters wouldn't bear quoting. Not much. Think even I'd blush a bit if someone ever read them.
When I said you probably wouldn't understand my mechanical story, I had forgotten you were rather an accomplished mechanic yourself, now days. I wasn't meaning it to belittle your intelligence. I just thought it would be rather hard to grasp when you haven't even seen any of this stuff and a description, like I put out makes it worse. I won't do it again sweetheart.
See, I'm not the only one who thinks you're doing a swell job, keeping things going all by yourself. I know it isn't any fun and not at all glamorous, but, just the same, you're all the things they say - and a hell of a lot more. I haven't time or room enough to write them all down now. You can remember back over things I've told you in other letters. I meant them all. Every word of them.
So Ed and Betty will be changing homes soon. I can't place where Tiffin is. It's quite a way from home isn't it?
I hadn't been introduced to "whiskey & soda" before. That reminds me. Do you ever see any of our real squirrel friends?
By this time you know the answer to your questions about some of the Knox boys.
I have wondered about Gus and have thought about writing his wife, but I don't get to it.
You say you are selfishly glad you made such a deep impression on me and that I need you and want you and you're very important to me. That sentence is all right except for that word selfishly. That word has no place in there. I certainly wouldn't call loving me and giving me as much of yourself as you do, selfish. I'd call it very sweet and generous. You're tops. You're a big help and inspiration to me. I can't believe it myself, but all the day dreams I have, [ and some of the others] are all built around you. I'm like a lost ship out on a stormy sea without you for an anchor. You're the tie that keeps me going. Something to plan for and come back to, when this dirty business is all over. Gosh, I'm glad I gotcha, honey.
It's past my bedtime so I'll say bye for now. I love you so much. You're my sweetheart. Night honey.
Your lover
Norm
Wed. Eve.
Hello Sweetness;
I hope you didn't miss yesterday's letter that I didn't write, too much. I'm sorry honey. I just couldn't make it. We got us a barracks and moved in right after supper and then we had to go back to work again. Worked until late and I didn't feel like writing, even to you. So I didn't.
I've just had an interruption. Orders came out that all men would attend the basketball game at the field house. It is the 775th team and four of our boys are on the squad. I really had intended to go but when we worked so late last night and I didn't write to you, I had decided to stay in but I went to the game after all.
When I came back here last fall the team had just been organized. They were still selecting players and I passed it up. Thought they were way out of my class. After seeing tonight's game, I wish I had gone in for it. They are only about as good as a good high school team. I think the "old man" would almost stay with them. They were playing a team from Camp Claybourne. Our team won 59 - 40. They have had a rather successful season. Only been beaten three or four times I guess. They have had a good thing out of it. Have been all over La. and over in Texas. Even play civilian teams. Some of their trips have taken a couple days. I imagine it would have been fun, but I imagine my honey would have been hurtin' for letters. Play a couple games a week and practice a couple nights. That would only leave me about three nights to write. That would be hell, wouldn't it?
We got moved into our barracks but that is about all. It's so crowded we are sleeping in double deck beds, don't have any foot lockers, and lots of things are still fucked up. I am sleeping on an upper bunk, Baker under me. Maybe I can fall out and break a leg or an arm and get to see those nurses after all. Anyhow I'm getting way up in the world.
We have had a little excitement. Some of our boys and the paratroopers had a round the other night. Wasn't far from our barracks and the noise soon had most of our battalion and couple of paratrooper battalions all lined up and ready to go. The M.P.'s and the guards charged in with the tear gas bombs and broke it up.
While all this was going on your old man was inside watching from a window. I haven't lost any trouble so I'm not looking for any. Beside I like my own teeth too well to have them pushed down my throat. A few of the boys lost some teeth and hide that night.
Still keeping us busy doing mostly "eyewash". Today I was building a nice little picket fence to separate the Lt's. desk from the rest of the office. He thinks so much of that desk he says he's going to take it home when we leave here. He asked me today what I was supposed to be, carpenter, mechanic, or what.
I know what I'd like to be. I'd like to be nothing but husband and lover of a very sweet gal back in Ohio. I wouldn't give a damn if it was in Ohio, or where the hell, just so that gal was there and would be my wife and lover. I loves you honey.
I didn't get a letter from you yesterday. Old, no letter Tues again. I got a very nice one today though, your Sat & Sun letter. Rather sweet one too. Told me some nice things. I'd like to have you say things like that to me. Must be love because I never used to like that kind of talk.
I'll answer your letters now. I think I still have your Fri one to answer.
Sweetheart, you're way behind time, telling me not to qualify for sharpshooter on the carbine. I have already done that. In fact, I did it the first time I ever fired it. It is a pretty good little gun, although I've seen better. Sights are contrary to what you expected. Not telescopic sights or even good peep sights. The gun is made for battle conditions at shorter ranges, so the sights are very rough. Peep is large to make it very easy to pick up a target quickly. I would like to get one and have some good sights put on it. Would make a dandy woodchuck or fox gun. Very light and easy to carry. Only weighs about 6 pounds loaded with 20 shells.
Don't worry about them making a sniper or something of me. I guess I'm definitely a mechanic from here on.
Baby, dear, I know damn well we'll have a lot of fun trying for that 40 quota and you won't be the only one who knows we've been somewhere. We'll do all we can so you'll have something to talk about when the other gals kid you about your sex life. Bet there won't be many left that will be able to say much. Most of them will soon be war widows, looks like.
Don't think I'd mind a bit, hearing you ask, "What 'cha doin?" "Where you going?" and other similar questions. I used to think you overworked them, but I'd love it now. At least for a while. My soul may still be my own but that is about all. The rest belongs to you and I'm happy about the whole thing.
Honey, I can't imagine what you are talking about when you say some of my letters wouldn't bear quoting. Not much. Think even I'd blush a bit if someone ever read them.
When I said you probably wouldn't understand my mechanical story, I had forgotten you were rather an accomplished mechanic yourself, now days. I wasn't meaning it to belittle your intelligence. I just thought it would be rather hard to grasp when you haven't even seen any of this stuff and a description, like I put out makes it worse. I won't do it again sweetheart.
See, I'm not the only one who thinks you're doing a swell job, keeping things going all by yourself. I know it isn't any fun and not at all glamorous, but, just the same, you're all the things they say - and a hell of a lot more. I haven't time or room enough to write them all down now. You can remember back over things I've told you in other letters. I meant them all. Every word of them.
So Ed and Betty will be changing homes soon. I can't place where Tiffin is. It's quite a way from home isn't it?
I hadn't been introduced to "whiskey & soda" before. That reminds me. Do you ever see any of our real squirrel friends?
By this time you know the answer to your questions about some of the Knox boys.
I have wondered about Gus and have thought about writing his wife, but I don't get to it.
You say you are selfishly glad you made such a deep impression on me and that I need you and want you and you're very important to me. That sentence is all right except for that word selfishly. That word has no place in there. I certainly wouldn't call loving me and giving me as much of yourself as you do, selfish. I'd call it very sweet and generous. You're tops. You're a big help and inspiration to me. I can't believe it myself, but all the day dreams I have, [ and some of the others] are all built around you. I'm like a lost ship out on a stormy sea without you for an anchor. You're the tie that keeps me going. Something to plan for and come back to, when this dirty business is all over. Gosh, I'm glad I gotcha, honey.
It's past my bedtime so I'll say bye for now. I love you so much. You're my sweetheart. Night honey.
Your lover
Norm
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Letter # 188 January 24, 1944
Jan 24, 1944
Mon. Eve.
My Darling Wife;
Another day gone. Another letter from my honey. Your Friday one.
I spent most all day on "eye wash" as we call it. Fixing things up in great style, like the army wants it, and then we had to work for a while this evening to get the tanks all ready to go out tomorrow. We call it a lot of shit but it's the way the army works.
I spent all day rebuilding a table to answer for a desk for the motor Lt. It was a varnished table with a plywood top and wasn't in bad shape, but I had to plane all the varnish off and refinish it. I liked the job all right but once in a while it gripes me to do some fooling around like that, when there is work to do.
We've had a few bottles of beer on the way back from the shop tonight, so I don't know how this letter will turn out. I'm slightly "that" way.
I got a letter from Jim the other day. He doesn't say much so I won't bother to send it along. I also got a letter from Hazel today and she says Gus Maitland was inducted. From what you said, she must be mistaken. I hope she is anyhow. Every month he stays out is that much better chance he has of missing it entirely.
I went out a walked around a bit yesterday and got a look at a little of the camp. This is a lot like Knox. Nice big service club, lots of P.X.'s, gyms and etc.
The paratroopers didn't even look cross eyed at us. I was with one other fellow, about my size. Don't think it was because we were big, because they must pick those boys for size. They are all as big or bigger than I. They are like everyone else. If a fellow doesn't look for trouble, he usually isn't molested.
The two boys that were at Knox came in today. I don't think I was quite as sick, coming back, as they were. They sure hated it. Can't say as I blame them a bit. They had short delays en rout and they were cancelled because of the alert.
We are still sleeping on the floor in the day room and they are hollering for the lights to go out. I don't feel like going to the latrine to write tonight, so I guess I have to end this fast.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you and thinking of you constantly. I love you . You're a darling. Your hubby.
Norm.
Mon. Eve.
My Darling Wife;
Another day gone. Another letter from my honey. Your Friday one.
I spent most all day on "eye wash" as we call it. Fixing things up in great style, like the army wants it, and then we had to work for a while this evening to get the tanks all ready to go out tomorrow. We call it a lot of shit but it's the way the army works.
I spent all day rebuilding a table to answer for a desk for the motor Lt. It was a varnished table with a plywood top and wasn't in bad shape, but I had to plane all the varnish off and refinish it. I liked the job all right but once in a while it gripes me to do some fooling around like that, when there is work to do.
We've had a few bottles of beer on the way back from the shop tonight, so I don't know how this letter will turn out. I'm slightly "that" way.
I got a letter from Jim the other day. He doesn't say much so I won't bother to send it along. I also got a letter from Hazel today and she says Gus Maitland was inducted. From what you said, she must be mistaken. I hope she is anyhow. Every month he stays out is that much better chance he has of missing it entirely.
I went out a walked around a bit yesterday and got a look at a little of the camp. This is a lot like Knox. Nice big service club, lots of P.X.'s, gyms and etc.
The paratroopers didn't even look cross eyed at us. I was with one other fellow, about my size. Don't think it was because we were big, because they must pick those boys for size. They are all as big or bigger than I. They are like everyone else. If a fellow doesn't look for trouble, he usually isn't molested.
The two boys that were at Knox came in today. I don't think I was quite as sick, coming back, as they were. They sure hated it. Can't say as I blame them a bit. They had short delays en rout and they were cancelled because of the alert.
We are still sleeping on the floor in the day room and they are hollering for the lights to go out. I don't feel like going to the latrine to write tonight, so I guess I have to end this fast.
Night sweetheart. I'm loving you and thinking of you constantly. I love you . You're a darling. Your hubby.
Norm.
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