Monday August 9, 1944 [I
believe this date was a mistake - that it was actually October 9, because that
year August 9 was not on a Monday, but October 9 was.]
Dearest
Kitten:
Another week
has passed, which means one week closer to the day of my return to you and the
ones that I love. The loneliness in my heart is still part of me. The guy that
said, Out of sight out of mind was a damned liar. The more time that passes,
the more conscious I am of the loneliness in my heart.
The longer
that I am away from you, the more I realize how much that I love you. My love
for you is forever burning inside of me. Consuming and controlling my thoughts
and desires.
Yesterday
morning I went to early Mass and took all day off for myself. Another sergeant
& myself went out to a beach close by and had a marvelous time. The only
thing that spoiled it was the traveling. The lack of proper transportation
facilities takes the pleasure out of going anywhere.
So you like
to play poker and sip rum & cokes? If my memory serves me, your diet
schedule calls for abstinence from alcoholic beverages. Have you decided that
it is no use to try and compete with the debs? They might beat your time with
me when I return if you do not put some effort into hanging onto me.
I got a boot
out of your answer to all the wolves. When I get home you are going to have to
put up with the biggest wolf that you ever saw. You will have to help me to
control myself in front of other people. There is one thing that I have found
out in this Army and that is that there is nothing like a passionate G.I. and I
am most apt to act according to the best G.I. traditions when I get home.
Hope that the
doctor’s treatment went O.K. as it has me slightly worried. Take care of
yourself and dont cheat on any of the treatments. It may not seem like much now
but later on in life it may show up.
When a man is
in a combat zone, he is fortunate if he has time to wash his hands or even time
enough to eat. Remember that there are lots of times when he has to make a
choice between sleep which he has not had for a week or spending part of his
precious few hours sleep to write, if he had the material to write with. A
soldier in combat moves fast and light. The lighter he is the faster he can
move. In a situation where speed means the difference between life and death a
lot of men discard the most pertinent essentials knowing the hardships that it
will impose on them due to the lack of them. Envelopes, writing paper & a
bottle of ink would be the last thing that I would pick up to carry.
Poor Bobby,
he is having a hard time trying to understand where his poor Daddy is. There
are many youngsters who will go through life with a ghost of a memory of their
father. They will always wonder just what their father was like. An unanswered
question for a lot of fatherless children.
Excuse me for
writing like this but I have to get it off of my chest. The smug complacency
that is mirrored in the periodicals that we receive from the States is the main
cause. Everything is Post-War and immediately after the Peach settlement. The
way the magazines put it, we are just waiting for the Germans and Japs to sign
the agreements. It is a long, tough way yet before it is all over.
Tell Bobby
for me that his Daddy loves his Mommy very much. He sure can ask the darnedest
questions.
I appreciate
the words to the two songs that you sent to me. They are very sentimental but
they aroused my curiosity as to how the music goes.
Thank
goodness that Bobby is not shy. Let us hope that he never gets that way.
Well
Sweetheart I have to close and attend to a few details. Give my regards to everyone
& kiss the babies for me.
I love you
Beautiful.
Your Loving
Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob
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