November 17, 1944

November 17, 1944

Sarah, My Beloved Darling Wife:

I was certainly surprised to have another letter from you today, it was the letter you wrote on the 9th of November. Your letters are always such an inspiration to me. I will forever be thankful to our God for your wonderful love and devotion. Besides your letter, I had letters from the following people: Dolores, Kathryn Riley in Boston, and a card from Connie, they took a little motor trip out to Aurora, Illinois and she dropped the card while out there.

Well, it took most of the morning to get all things taken care of in connection with the funeral service for the native. Someday I will tell you about the whole service. At the present time, I think it best not to going to details. It is a service I will long remember and one which shows the feelings of those left behind.

Shortly after dinner, I went up to the Air Base to get my pay for last month because the paymaster had arrived. They paid the men this morning, but I was unable to get mine because of the funeral service. Captain Wilkinson and Raymond also went along with me and as soon as I got my pay, went to the Post Office to buy some money orders. In this letter you will find enclosed a money order for $100. I also bought a money order for five dollars to send to Jack and Bertha for Christmas from us. They were always so very good to me and I know it will be all right with you, Dear. I also got a money order for $7.50 for the Hollys from us. They were so very very good to me while in Long Beach. Their last letter was so lovely, I only pray and hope that I can be partially worthy of some of the good things they have said about me. Mrs. Holly said in her last letter that I meant more to them than I will ever know. I am so anxious for them to meet you, Dear. If they can say and think all the things they do about me, just wait until they meet you. As they have said to me several times, they love you dearly although they have never had the privilege of meeting and being with you.

Time Magazine from November 1944.

As per usual, we had our regular Orientation lecture this evening. After it was over, Captain Wilkinson, Captain Stark and I returned to headquarters and we attended the movie. I saw the news reel which was very good with all of the latest news. (Two months old.) This is pretty good considering things I guess.

I came back to my quarters and read two more of the last bunch of letters I received and will answer some of the questions and make comments on other things you said in your letters. First of all, I am happy that the roses are so nice and that you like them. Be sure to thank Mom very much for getting them to you from me. That makes me think, did she ever get the money order for them? I sent it about the same time I sent your money orders, that is if I remember correctly.

I think you did very well in the History test, I am very proud of you, Dear. I knew you would love Dr. Stiansen’s teaching. His method of teaching is about the best I have ever known. By the way, have you ever been able to read any of Latourette’s History of the Christian Church for collateral reading? What little I was able to read of his books I enjoyed very much.

I was not surprised to hear that Roy Anderson was back to Northern for a visit. You know the Navy gives their men a furlough back to the States at the end of 16 or 18 months, no matter where they may happen to be. Sometimes they may stay longer but not much longer than 18 months. The Army hasn’t any such plans, so I do not hope to be able to come back to the States in any less than two years. And if then I will consider myself fortunate. What Roy said about seminary experience is so very true, the most important thing is a personal experience of Christ in your life and heart. Being a chaplain in a place like this is so entirely different from a pastorate that it is difficult at times to even find likenesses.  It is a sure thing you must have a personal understanding of Christ. I try to do all the reading and studying I can, but a person does miss Christian fellowship. Remember some of the good talks we have had together, Dear?

I’m sorry I forgot to tell you where to send the picture as a wedding present from us. Mr. and Mrs. Robert P. Peterson, Grant, Nebraska. I think it would be nice to put a little nice card in it from us. Also, while you are there, it might be nice to send a picture to Don and Verla for Christmas from us. You will remember that we sent them Sallman’s Head of Christ while we were in East Moline. Their address is: Mr. and Mrs. Donald Reed, 2850 Orchard, Lincoln, Nebraska. If you get them down at ABPS why don’t you have them wrap them and mail them for you from there and pay them whatever the postage may happen to be. If you do that, I think it will save you a lot of trouble and time.

Yes, I remember Dorothy Probert quite well. I was surprised to hear that she was attending Northern again. There was a girl who attended Northern at the same time she was there, they were together, I can’t think of her name just now; if you ask Dorothy I know she will know who I mean. If you should happen to ask her, ask her where she is and what she is doing. I have never heard anything of Dorothy or her friends since graduation, that is until you mentioned  Dorothy in your letter of the third of November.

I am certainly glad you finally received those letters of October 12-15. I was really beginning to worry about them, for I knew one of those letters carried in it money orders for $200. I was happy what you said about saving as much as you can, for I would rather buy things together with you, Dear. You are certainly a wonderful wife. I think it is wise for us to save as much as possible now in preparation for our family and our next home. However, I never want you to go without things you need. 

From what you told me in your letter, you must have had a very good visit with Mil. I’m sorry to know that her hand is crippled up. Are they coming up sometime to pick up their necklaces? When you talk to them next time be sure to give them my love and best wishes.

Thank you very much for calling my grandmother and Connie. Sweetheart, you are the dearest wife, whenever I try to describe what I feel deep down in my heart I find that all the superlatives only scratched the surface of what I feel. I only hope to be partially worthy of your precious love and the love we know as one in Christ.

I thought probably you would be thinking that I haven’t been using the stuff you sent for my hair. I have been, I just didn’t mention it to see if you would say, “Well, I suppose Wille isn’t using it after I sent it to him.” You are so sweet, Dear. I would love to have you massage my hair and head like you used to do.

Well, my Dear, it is already morning and I must try to get a little sleep so good night and God bless you in all things.

Forever yours alone in Christ,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

November 16, 1944

November 16, 1944

Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

Imagine my joy to have 12 letters from you alone. Darling, they were beautiful and meant more to my heart and soul than I’ll ever be able to tell you. Your letters were from October 28th to November 8th inclusive. I am only going to make comments on part of them, I will save the rest of them so I will have something to write about tomorrow night. Sweetheart, words will never be able to describe what you mean to me. I am forever grateful for you and your wonderful love.

Early this morning Captain Wilkinson, Raymond and I went to the native village to see about the young man. He seemed to be about the same but with such a high temperature it was a sure thing he could not last very long. I also made further arrangements for the baptismal service this coming Sunday. And while talking with the young man, we had a good talk about the Lord Jesus Christ and the Christian life.

Willis with the Natives.  He is crouching in the center – right where he liked to be.

This afternoon I read your letters and did some more studying, I wanted to be prepared for the regular service that we usually have at the farm on Thursday evening. But shortly before suppertime we received word that the young native passed away. So immediately after eating Captain Wilkinson, Raymond and I left for the native village, to make arrangements for burying the remains. Raymond drove another vehicle to carry the wooden casket and wooden box. Captain Wilkinson had them thoroughly disinfect the place where he died. Later, we took six of the native men with us to dig the grave. We didn’t finish it until a little after 8 o’clock. We had to use the lights on my jeep to finish the work. Because of the nature of his death, we want to bury the body as soon as possible. All plans are set up for the service tomorrow morming. It is rather late and I am very tired but I read part of your letters over again and decided to answer questions and make a few comments here and there.

Besides the letters I received from you, there were letters from the following people: Major Benson, Lieutenant Carl Anderson, Zylpha Watkins, Dr. Bratcher, Charlie Mosher, Irene Voight, two from Dolores Nelson, two from Connie, Mr. and Mrs. Zude, Jeanne Wychoff, Mrs. Newingham, Lillie Reed, Betty Mahannah, Aunt Annie, Mrs. Scheu, Hollys, Laura Pettigrove and Mom. I have not had a chance to read all of these letters as yet. Perhaps I will have a chance tomorrow afternoon. Of course, besides these there were several official letters and a couple more problem cases I am handling through the Red Cross.

 You must have had a very nice time while visiting Fourth Presbyterian Church, I have only been there on two or three different occasions, and as you say, it always makes one feel reverant. From what you told me, in your visit to the Primary Department you must have learned many interesting things that will help us in years to come. You must have had a very lovely time with Helen Anderson and Clem. I have always thought a lot of both of them. Helen’s notebook sounds very interesting.

I can hardly believe that Ralph Cathcart is going around with Bernice. I do hope it doesn’t become serious, for if I know anything at all she is far too good a girl for him. Perhaps he has changed greatly since I saw him the last time, but before I could be impressed very much I would have to be assured that he had changed greatly. So he told Paul and Gen that he has another girl out at Wheaton. That is rather hard to believe, at least for me. I wish he would try to act like a man.

It was surely too bad that you should Miss Norma and Vivian when they visited North Shore, perhaps you will have the opportunity to see them again in the near future. I’m glad to know that Vivian Shaffer is training for full-time Christian service, she is a wonderful girl and I do believe the Lord will be able to do much in and through her. As president of the B.Y. of the Bloomington Association, she did a splendid piece of work.

The singing contest that you told me about sounded very interesting. Darling, I, as you, think the chorus “Overshadowed” is one of the very finest that has ever been written. It also does something for me deep down in my heart. Personally, I feel that Leonard is on the wrong track, for about the last two years he has developed an egotistical idea of himself that I do not like to see in any individual. And being with a top name band that way, I’m afraid it isn’t going to do his ego much good. I think we ought to pray for him. Sometime perhaps Edith will let you know how she feels about the whole thing. I can see that he is slipping away from the things that are dear and near to a true follower of the Master.

The pears that mom has been canning sounded very good. I’m sorry to hear that she had to re-can part of them because they didn’t seal. I’ll be so glad when I can taste some more of your very good cookies, as well as some of mom’s. Mom is surely a good cook, my mouth often waters when I think of some of the good dishes she used to have.

Mayor Kelly is about the biggest political fool I have heard in my lifetime. He makes some of the most ridiculous statements. I do hope they break up his machine one of these days. It is a sure thing they are bleeding the city of Chicago to death with all kinds of dishonesty. Darling, there was never any doubt in my mind about the Presidential election. If you could have heard and experienced some of the things I did, you would understand what I mean. You know some people will sell out very cheap. I am only sorry that a man of Dewey’s character and ability had to be sacrificed for an election that was decided even before the conventions met this last summer.

I will certainly glad to hear that the box finally arrived with the things I sent home this last time. Remember Dear, I am glad to give to whoever you would like to give the things to, for after all, the things in those boxes I have sent home are ours, not mine. I am also happy to know that Chaplain Cavender sent the silk scarf he picked up in the Battle of Saipan. He said he would send you something if I sent him some shells from Christmas Island.

It is also good to know that you finally received the September bond. I had been begin to wonder about not receiving it. As you know, from now on they are taking enough out of my pay to buy a $25 bond.

Your letter of November 1st was really beautiful and it meant a whole lot to me. You were wondering if I thought of you on that day, my Dear, I thought of you so many times that I lost track. I am so sorry Mom got mixed up on the day the flowers were to come, but that is OK. The main thing was the fact that you received them. I always want you to know there are so many things I want to remember about our love life together. It seems that each day I have ever known you carried with it some very beautiful memory or thought. Darling, thank you for being such a good wife.

I am surely sorry to hear that Mrs. Groom is so sick again. I do hope that this operation doesn’t prove to be too serious. Do you know what the trouble seems to be, Dear?

Darling, don’t ever hesitate to give information you know if the professor asks for it. I knew you would like Dr. Mantey’s class, he is one of God’s noble men. I have always loved him and respected him very highly. He never does sweep you off your feet, but his loving common sense is the finest I believe I have ever known.

I was sorry to hear that you got something in your eye, I am glad however that it didn’t hurt your eye very seriously. Well Sweetheart, tomorrow will be busy and I am tired so I will close for now. God bless and keep you in all things is my earnest prayer. 

Always yours in Christ’s Love,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

November 15, 1944

November 15, 1944

My Beloved Darling Wife:

I have just finished reading over some of your last letters and they were even dearer to my heart at this reading than the first time I read them. I’m certainly grateful to our God for the assurance we have of each other’s love. It will be so good to be together again and work and plan things as we used to do. Often I am reminded of the good talks we had have had together with Paul and Gen. Do you still remember the good talk we had before I left you the last time? As long as I live I will never forget the expression on your face and the absolute sincerity that gleamed in your beautiful eyes. Always I will remember these words spoken by you on that occasion, “Willie, I am just yours forever and ever and I shall never want to love another, for our love is one in Christ.” Many a night out here on this lonely coral atoll I have recalled that wonderful assurance and it has and will continue to help me along.

The first thing this morning, Captain Wilkinson, Raymond and I went to the Air Base. I wanted to see the commanding officer about some things. While there, I found out that the young man I told you about in yesterday’s letter has been granted 15 days emergency furlough with travel time. He will leave here by the next plane that leaves the island. We also visited with a couple other officers while up that way.

As soon as we finished up there, we left for the native village to see about the young native. He is still living, but in a very serious condition. Captain Wilkinson is doing all in his power to help the young man, but it seems there is little chance, unless there is a definite change.

On the way back from the native village we stopped by the farm to see the men. They are all getting along very well. By the time we arrived here at headquarters, it was time to eat our dinner. Which is better than usual. As soon as we had finished dinner, I came to my quarters and did some more reading. By the way, I think the readings in “My Utmost” for yesterday and today were really very good. His writing really provokes real thinking, doesn’t it Dear?

After supper this evening we played some ball. We had a lot of fun and it was good exercise. We lost by a score of 7 to 6. By the way, we really had a beautiful sunset this evening. There were a few flaky white clouds which turned almost every color you can think of. There were some large palm trees off in the distance which made it a beautiful setting.

The men come out to watch baseball on Christmas Island. 1944.

It was very hot again today, we are fortunate to have a breeze this evening that will help our sleeping I’m sure. Darling, there are many things in my heart that I would like to tell you, but to best understand them we must be together to talk about them.

It isn’t as late as usual, but I’m going to take the opportunity to go to bed just a little bit earlier. Sweetheart, I have it said it so many times, but still to me it grows more precious with each saying; and that is this, “I love you more each and every passing hour and it is because of your wonderful love and companionship in our Lord Jesus Christ.” Be sure to give my love to the folks.

Only yours forever in His Love,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

November 14, 1944

November 14, 1944

 Sarah, My Darling Wife:

Well, another day has gone by without the arrival of any mail. Mail means more than anything I can think of. After having a day like this one has been, mail is about the only thing that could help you feel better. Darling, I am so grateful to God for the privilege I have an always and forever being just yours.

Just after finishing your letter this morning, a radiogram came in for me concerning a soldier’s mother who is critically ill. Raymond and I left here as soon as possible for the Air Base. In about 1/2 hour I had been able to make arrangements for an emergency furlough for him. Now, if we have a plane soon he will be back in the States perhaps to see his mother alive. It is easier to do that for men connected with the Air Corps. We who are connected with the ground forces are almost always limited to travel by ship. I’m telling you Dear, there are really some heartbreaking stories for me to take care of. This isn’t a combat zone, but there are problems here that at times seem unbelievable.

As soon as we could return from the Air Base, we picked up Captain Wilkinson over at the hospital and left for the native village to see the young native who is so seriously ill. He is still in the coma. We returned from there again about an hour ago.

Immediately following dinner we left for the dock area to go out to the ship. And then later this afternoon, Captain Wilkinson performed a minor operation on the neck of one of the soldiers.

Willis visits with the men on the ship.

After the operation, I came back to my quarters and read some of my devotional material. I stretched out on my bed for a few minutes before supper, I am really tired. I didn’t have much sleep last night so I’m going to bed a little bit earlier tonight.

As I said above, Captain Wilkinson and I left for the native village right after supper. We stayed with the native until almost 9 o’clock and then we returned to headquarters. I wrote a letter to Betty Weiskoph and the Galilean Class to thank them for the nice Christmas package they sent to me. They surely have a good class, I only wish there were more like them.

Well Dearest, I am going to close for tonight and may God richly bless you in all things. I love you with all my heart and every day only seems to make me realize what a good wife you are.

Yours forever in the Love of Christ,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

November 13, 1944

Tuesday Morning Early

November 14, 1944

My Dearest Darling Sweetheart:

I suppose you’ll be wondering why I didn’t write last night. It is so happened that about the time I was getting ready to write you, we got a call from the native village that one of the natives was very sick. Captain Wilkinson and I left here immediately to see what we could do for the young native, (he is only twenty-three years old). He is very very sick and may not pull through. Captain Wilkinson is unable to determine just what is his trouble. He had a very high temperature. I bathe him in alcohol while Captain Wilkinson prepared ice packs to place on his head. After that we fed him through the veins. We gave him 1000 cc of glucose. In a couple of hours we are going down to see him to see how he is getting along this morning. It was after midnight before we get back here, so I didn’t type this letter then because I was afraid I might awaken Lt. Clemments who lives in the quarters next to me.

Yesterday morning I did some studying and as soon as Captain Wilkinson was finished with his work in the hospital, Raymond and I took him to the native village to see about a couple of men down there who are sick. We arrived back here just in time for dinner. After dinner, I came back to my quarters and cleaned up all the shells I picked up here of late and what time was left of the afternoon I studied and did some more sorting and discarding of things which are not of much value.

Willis with the Natives who he loved as much as his men in the Army.

Yesterday, I completed 8 full months of duty on this island. A good many things have happened in that time. There are many things of interest and then there are a lot of things I would just assume be able to forget them forever. I have had the privilege of learning some things down here that will probably help us in years to come.

Sunday evening I was so tired after writing all the other letters I failed to mention the fact that while out on our Saturday evening fishing trip, I could not help but think that just 10 months ago on that evening you and I had parted. Saturday evening I crawled into my sleeping bag about 10:30. And while lying there on the ground, I looked up into the heavens a long time before going to sleep. I could not help but think of you and your wonderful love and companionship. As you know, there was no moon and the only light was from the light of the stars. I could not help but think of what David said about the heavens. The same stars were visible to you Dear, that is those over my head. I could see the Southern Cross on the southern horizon. If you could have been there we could’ve sat there with our arms around each other and talk like we used to about the stars, beautiful sunsets or any kind of beauty in nature.

We did not receive any mail yesterday and I have a feeling there won’t be any today either, which will mean nine days without mail. I think I will read some more of your letters over again this evening if some doesn’t come in. Lover, I shall close for now. I love you with my whole heart and life forever in the love of our Lord.

Forever yours in Christ’s Love,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

November 12, 1944

November 12, 1944

 Sarah, My Dearest Darling:

Well, night is here and there wasn’t any mail. I had hoped to have some mail. Words cannot possibly describe how lonesome I become to hear from you, Dear. Sometimes you don’t even dare to hope there will be mail. Sweetheart, I will be so very grateful to God when we won’t have to depend on the mailman to bring our words of love and endearment to each other. I’m sure we are learning things in this time of separation, but how happy I will be when we can share the experience of each day together. You were such a good listener when we were together. I miss those talks we used to have. Often I close my eyes and think of you in this manner, “Now I wonder what Sarah would say.”

Today I spoke on “Meeting Life’s Problems.” Naturally, I sought to show them and how Christ has an answer for every problem that might be ours in the course of the years that may be ours. I used as my scripture Matthew 4:1-4 and 6:28-33. After the first service at the Air Base, a Jewish young man came to me after the service and told me he would like to accept Christ as his Savior. He wants to be baptized as soon as possible so I will probably have that service this next Sunday. Please pray for him because such a decision is not easy for him, and I’m sure you’ll understand why.

Willis leading the men in prayer on the beach on Christmas Island.

After dinner, I came back to my quarters and rested for a while. Then I read all of my devotional material. By the way, I think “My Utmost” has been very good for the last four or five days. I read some more in the Old Testament. Later, Captain Wilkinson came over and visited with me until suppertime.

After supper I came back to my quarters and did a little more reading and then decided to spend the rest of the evening writing some letters. So as a result, I was able to write letters to the following ones: Uncle Jim and Aunt Mildred, York, Nebraska.; Laura Pettigrove, Carl Anderson, and Aunt Annie Scurlock. I still have quite a stack to answer, but I am whittling them down little by little.

It is nice and cool tonight so I ought to be able to sleep very well. I am very tired so I think I’ll go to bed right away. Darling, I don’t know how else to say it, but I do you love you more and more with all of my heart and life in Christ our Savior. Give the folks my deepest love.

Always and Forever your

Husband in the Love of Christ,

Willis

Ruth 1:16-17

Colossians 3:3

November 11, 1944

Sunday Morning Early

November 12, 1944

 Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

The Alua Willis Caught on November 11, 1944.

You will probably be wondering why I did not write last evening. I’ll tell you now so you will know. Some of them want to go on an all night fishing trip in the lagoon. I wasn’t too much interested in going because of this morning’s services. But finally I did go with them and had a good time. I took my sleeping bag along and slept right by the shore. When we fish in the lagoon we always fish with throw lines right off shore. There were nine of us and we caught seven fish all together. I caught one and it turned out to be the largest one by quite a bit. It was an Alua and he weighed 62 pounds dressed. Pretty big fish, eh Chief? Another large fish we caught weighed 30 some pounds. I don’t remember the exact pounds. Captain Stark took two pictures of me holding him, I hope I can get a couple of them so you will be able to see how big he was. I didn’t happen to be standing near my line when the big boy hit the line and Captain Wilkinson grabbed the line and really had his hands burned badly. A big fish like that can really put up a tussle. I had on heavy leather gloves and still had a time landing him on shore.

Captain Wilkinson, Captain Stark, Raymond and I left there early enough for me to get back for two morning services. I won’t have much time now, so I will cut this letter short and write to you this evening. I surely hope there will be some mail for us anyway. We have been without mail a week now.

God bless you Sweetheart and remember I love you more and more each day. It is such a pleasure and blessing and privilege to be your husband.

Always just yours in the Love

Of Christ Jesus,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

P.S. Enclosed you will find three more pictures.

November 10, 1944

November 10, 1944

 Sarah, My Dearest Darling:

There were no planes today and as a result that means we didn’t get any mail. It really becomes monotonous going without mail when every day is the same old grind. I am glad to know that there are letters on the way from you, Dear. I love you so very much, my Dear. It is such a joy and blessing to have complete trust and confidence in each other.

For ahile this morning I studied and later Raymond, Captain Wilkinson and I left for the native village to see about a native who is sick. There is another one sick also. If it were not for our help for them, I don’t know what they would do. You really get a good idea of the British Colonial policy out here. I cannot going to detail but some day I will tell you about it. We didn’t get back here until time for dinner which happened to be the regular old routine meal. When you folks are eating your good meals, be sure to thank the Lord for His blessing in providing good food. To have a meal half as good as one of your ordinary suppers would be a treat beyond compare. Please don’t think I’m complaining. I just want you to be thankful for what you have.

By the way, early this morning I wrote a letter to Donald and Verla. I still have a lot of letters to answer but it seems I cannot find enough time to answer all of them as I would like. I spent almost the entire afternoon reading and sorting out some things that have accumulated. I can see that I will have to send some of it home to you when I leave here, for it is impossible to take it all along with me.

Don Reed, Willis’ brother, is in the center. Taken during his first year as brakeman.

We had our evening meal which was a little better than usual. And after that all the personnel of the Task Force were supposed to gather at the Infantry area for a special lecture. As soon as the lecture was over, Captain Wilkinson, Captain Stark and I returned to Task Force headquarters. There was supposed to be a movie, I stayed for the comedy and left before the main feature began.

I came back to my quarters and did some more separating and sorting. Captain Wilkinson came over and visited with me for quite a while. He is very lonesome for his wife and baby. I know just how he feels. There are so many things I would like to tell you, but they will have to wait. It was really hot again today. By the way, according to my calendar record you finished your 10th week of school today. At that rate, it won’t be long until you will have completed your first quarter of your second year in Northern. The time can slip by none too soon that will bring us together Darling as far as I’m concerned.

While reading through some magazines today, I found a little article in the Christian Harold I thought you might like to read. It is about my favorite opera singer. I think you’ll like it, Dear.

It is late and I am tired so I will close. God bless you my Dear in your work as you prepare yourself for my effective service for Christ.

Always and Forever yours in the Love

Of Christ Jesus our Lord,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

November 9, 1944

November 9, 1944

 Sarah, My Dear:

Another day and no mail. I’ll be so glad to have some more of your mail. It is always so good to know what you are doing from day to day. I can see from your letters that you are really busy. I’m glad you like school so well. It will mean much to us in years to come to have the fine training you are getting now.

This has been another routine day. Rayond and I visited various areas to see what we can do for the men. Later, Captain Wilkinson, Raymond and I went down to the native village to see about a problem down there. While there, we visited with Timete for a while. I had a little time before dinner so I did some more reading.

After dinner I lay down for about a half an hour. And then I got up and did some more studying for the service I had at the farm this evening. I used the same message I had last Sunday except I studied and try to improve it. We had communion for the men this evening also. There were nine in attendance and things went along quite well. We sang the following songs, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”, “Praise Him! Praise Him”, and “Work for the Night is Coming”. By the way, I preached three times from the ninth chapter of John Sunday and again tonight. I assure you it has been a great blessing to me. After starting it again today I found several things I hadn’t noticed before. His word grows sweeter with each reading, doesn’t it my Dear?

Willis Reed leading a memorial Service on the beach.

I helped the men milk this evening as soon as we finished our supper. I milked four of the cows. With five of us milking it didn’t take near as long to milk. We visited until after 7 o’clock and we started the service. As soon as the service was over, Raymond and I came back here to my quarters and washed and cleaned my communion equipment. In the meantime, Captain Wilkinson called me and wanted me to come over to his quarters for a little while. He wanted to tell me something. His foot locker and bed roll arrived today, so he showed me the pictures he has of his wife and their baby daughter Mary Ellen, she was seven months old on the seventh. We are more lonesome for our wives than you’ll ever know. I didn’t stay very long because I am so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open. For some reason or other I have been quite tired the last few days. I think it is because of the heat. It was really hot today.

This afternoon I washed some of my clothes and socks. As you know, that is a continual job, but it was a little larger than usual because I haven’t washed anything for five or six days. I just heard a radio announcer say that it was snowing in Europe today. That seems so strange when it is so hot down here. I get sick and tired of hearing the war news. One day they inch ahead, then they tear loose with the greatest barrage of the war etc., etc. As Captain Wilkinson and I were saying, if you keep on listening to it, it will get on your nerves.

By the way, have you received my bond for the month of September as yet? My heart aches when I see all the waste and know at the same time there are people who are starving to death. This war is not solving all of our problems, it is merely increasing our problems and presenting many new and unheard of problems. The great victory of all time was one for us on Calvary and it is the one that can and will solve the problems of the world if men will accept the Word of God.

Well Darling, it is so late and I am tired so I will close for tonight. God bless you in all things and may the beauty of the Lord Jesus Christ shine in and through you to others.

Always and forever yours my

Dear in the Love of Christ,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

P.S. Enclosed are four pictures of memorial service.

November 8, 1944

November 8, 1944

 Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

We had some planes today, but they didn’t bring us any more mail. So I will be looking forward to having some more mail in the next few days. I read some more of your last letters and they are such a comfort to me in this time. You are such a good wife, Dear.

Early this morning I got up and wrote a letter to Gen and Paul. It wasn’t a very long letter because I didn’t have very much time, but I did want them to know that I think of them often and love them very much. After finishing the letter I left here to see a certain soldier about trouble at home. Just one thing after another. Darling, God is been so good to us to let us know the joy of being truly happy and one forever in Christ.

Later, Captain Wilkinson and I left for the Post Office with some mail he had to deliver. While up there, we checked on a plane to get a couple of patients out of here. Which makes me think, I got very little sleep last night. In fact, I am so tired I can hardly hold my eyes open. There was an accident last night. Someday I will tell you about it, Dear.

During the noon hour I tried to do some reading but I became so sleepy that I rested for about a half an hour. Mr. Williams came later and I typed some things for him. Captain Wilkinson and I will went to the Air Base with the patients. By that time our evening meal was ready.

Newspaper from November 8, 1944.

After supper I came back and worked on a little Christmas message for our friends. You will find it enclosed in this letter. I have been so tired it was hard to think straight. You check it over and see if there are any mistakes, I will leave it up to you to correct them for me. Do you think it will be all right? I will be very much interested in your message also. Personally, I like this idea much better than Christmas cards. Captain Wilkinson came over to visit me for a while. He was very tired and lonesome so we talked for a while.

This being movie night I decided to go and see if there was a news reel. There was, but as soon it was a it was over I came back here to my quarters and typed my Christmas message. And now I am here writing to you, Dear. As I said before, I am so tired I will cut this letter short. Other news is scarce with the exception of the fact that I love you more than ever I have before. God bless you Dear, and give the folks my love.

With Love forever in Christ 

Always yours,

Willis

Colossians 3:3

P.S. Enclosed are three more pictures and negatives.