Oct. 22, 1942
Got your letter today, and was even more ashamed of myself for not writing more often, because I do expect you to write often, and time goes so slowly when you don’t write when I expect it. Some of the fellows seem to get a letter written nearly every day, but my time, like money, seems to slip away from me so easily. I’m writing this in study hall, so don’t be surprised if it gets cut off short and continued later.
We finished our weapons course last week, had a couple of days of such subjects as training management, military law and technique of instruction. We started motors Monday, and have been at it all week. It’s a pretty hard course for me, as all I know about a vehicle is that it either runs or it doesn’t, and that’s that. I’ve really had to apply myself harder in motors than in any other course so far. So far, I haven’t had any trouble in the tests, though.
Darling, I wrote you Aunt Mayme’s name, but don’t think I had the address, so here it is: [personal address in Casper; redacted by the editor]. She’s my mother’s sister, and she’s Irish, so don’t let her last name fool you. It’s pronounced [again redacted, since I’ve changed the surnames]. Wish I could be there to help you write the “thank you” notes.
It’s too bad that both your brothers are leaving so close together. I’ve an idea how your Mom feels. However, the Army isn’t so bad as it used to be. They do work a guy pretty hard for $50 a month, but they treat him pretty well, at that. The first few weeks are the hardest.
Got a letter from Mom today, too, and she said she had gotten a letter from you. She said that they all liked your picture, and that Uncle John was very certain that he showed it to everyone who came. He has always been quite interested in my getting married. He even tried to bring me a nurse from Mayo’s when he was back there. Guess he was afraid I’d be an old bachelor like he is. However, I always intended to get married when I met the right girl, and not to get in a big hurry about finding her. So I just waited until you came along, and married you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, even before I knew your name, and that love has been increasing every day since. It hardly seems conceivable that you could have consented to marry me, and that it has already been done, but it has, and darling, it was the grandest thing which ever happened to me. I just waited for the right girl, and she came along.
The letter you got from H. Roum, was quite a shock, wasn’t it? He’s from the 115th, and sleeps right next to me. He and Speck and I are a trio. Harold is a big, blonde guy, and one swell fellow. He got a letter from his wife one day last week, and he asked me if you had written me, and when I said “no,” he asked me if I wanted
you him to write you and ask you to write more often. I said “sure,” and never thought any more about it. He told me about it after he wrote, so I was kinda waiting for your answer. I wasn’t quite sure whether he was kidding me or not, so I waited until I heard from you. He really is a grand guy, all the way through. I hope you can meet him. There are a couple of other fellows here that I’m sure you’d like. There’s little Mac McArdle, a little cute guy from South Bend, Indiana. He’s about to become a father. Then there’s Jerry Preshaw. Did you ever hear the “Six Hits and a Miss” on the radio? Well, Jerry was one of the Six Hits, and his wife is the Miss. He’s kind of a screwball, but he’s a pretty nice guy. He kinda reminds me of T.P., but he has more sense.
Darling, please tell your folks “Thanks” for me, too. Everyone is so darned nice to us, that I don’t know how to properly thank them.
About your cedar chest, sweetheart, I think it will be best for us to wait until we get together, because we can order them thru the Post Exchange for just a little over cost. They don’t carry them in stock, but they will order them. The big trouble is that it would have to come here first, and then I’d have to send it on to you, which might make things pretty complicated, transportation of anything besides war materials being as it is. If you think you’d like it sooner, let me know, and I’ll see what can be done about it. You can get nearly anything thru the P.X. They used to sell automobiles, even, before rationing, etc.
Sweetheart, I hope you didn’t go too strong on my birthday. You don’t know what it means to me, your remembering. I hope I can give you a nice Christmas this year.
We all had a big laugh here the other day. One of the boy’s
wives wife, sent him his lieutenant’s bars, and she wrote him that she had bought them for him. She said that the “silver ones were much nicer than the brass ones,” so she sent him first lieutenant’s bars instead of second lieutenant’s. It sure was funny.
There’s a big tall, lanky Texas boy here that we all get quite a kick from. He’s sure comical. We call him “Sam Houston” on account of his being from Houston, Texas. Everything he says and does is funny. Then we have “Available Homans, the Legal Eagle” from New York. He’s really a right guy, even though he is a Jew. He used to be a lawyer; that’s why we call him “The Legal Eagle.” The “Available” part came from the comic strip “Li’l Abner.”
There’s not much more to write, darling. I’ll try to write more often, honest I will, and I’ll also try not to expect too much from you, because I realize you’re busy, too. I love you terribly, Margie darling. Don’t ever lose sight of that, please.
Wish I could be with you Saturday night, darling. Then is really would be a happy birthday for me. If only you could give me a birthday kiss. I miss your kisses more each day. Please save me an extra special birthday kiss, won’t you?
Goodnight, my darling. I love you, and I’ll never be really happy until we are together again. Give my best regards to everyone.
Your own loving
Ed. Note—This letter has a bit of shorthand at the end. If you can read Gregg shorthand and you’d like to take a stab at what it says, please do type it out in the Comments!