February 2, 1944

February 2, 1944

Dearest Darling Sweetheart:-

It was good to have two letters from you today, the ones you wrote Friday and Saturday evenings. The one I received here because they had readdressed it to me here. The other one I picked up on my way to the express office to get my communion set which finally arrived. The other, or rather the first one they sent me, has been lost somewhere. I feel better now, for if I’m sent out I’ll be able to walk up the gangplank with the set in my hand.

Well, we received no news concerning our orders to San Francisco today. I surely wish we would hear for this uncertainty is indeed trying. Our units are so messed up now that it doesn’t pay to try and do anything when we are under orders to leave here so soon.

This morning O’Gorman and I worked on cutting our things down to a minimum. We will not be allowed to carry much with us. I got a combat box this morning and will try and get my things packed into the box tomorrow morning.

Dear, I’m enclosing another picture of the Chaplains of our Brigade, you will note that O’Gorman is standing at my side.

I got a nice long letter from Harry Allen’s today. She told me in her letter that they surely miss us. I also miss them. God is so good to us, isn’t He Dear? We do have so many wonderful Christian friends.

I’m glad our pictures turned out so well. I would surely like to see the colored one. I think it will be grand if you get a frame for the colored one. Remember, Mr. & Mrs. Holly are to have one, you remember we decided that didn’t we? I think they are expecting us to give them one. You are right about giving one to Paul and Gen now. We must wait till later.

I’m surprised to hear about Ralph Cathcart leaving Northern and starting to Wheaton. Perhaps he decided to get all his college work before taking seminary work.

Emperor Hirohito of Japan. 1944.

The many stories of the Jap atrocities are indeed heart rending, but all in all, I’m convinced it doesn’t produce the best fighting men. Naturally it makes my blood run cold to hear and read some of these stories, but if we were the kind of patriots we ought to be, we should not have to resort to such propaganda to fan the courage and bravery of our fighting men. Or neither should we have to keep these stories suppressed until we start a war bond drive. Personally, it speaks to me of a subtle disease which is sapping the potential might and power of this, our land that God has so wonderfully blessed in things material and spiritual. The Japanese do such horrible things because they have been reared on a Nationalistic religion which says that almost any horrible thing is honorable when done for the Emperor and Empire.

I’m sorry Emma Laymon is having such a hard time finding a secretary. I wish you could help her also – but now you have a big job at Northern.

I surely hope they don’t bring Mrs. Nelson home unless she is entirely better because she is surely not a good influence for Mom.

Yes, Delores is surely a fine girl and I do often think of her and I do remember her in prayer. I really believe she will be used greatly in the Kingdom work. I often think of those grand young people in East Moline and I surely hope they will go on and accomplish a lot for the cause of Christ.

We surely have a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean from here, below us can be seen Inglewood, Santa Monica, Culver City and off in the distance Los Angeles and Hollywood. Last night after I finished your letter I walked up to the big house (the place where the officers stay).  The moon was gallantly floating through the calm sky with a few light house stars sprinkled throughout the ocean blue sky. As I gazed into the sky I thought of you Dear and your wonderful love for Christ and me. And right then and there I whispered this prayer, “Lord, thank you for all thy blessings.”

The place where I stay (the Big house) is very large and on the highest point. It used to be called the “Playa Del Rey Rancho” until the government took it over for the 603rd Group. It’s one of those places you only dream of or see in picture books. Terraced all up along our mountain are walnut and orange trees – right below my window is the edge of the large orange orchard.

It is late my Dear and I am tired so I’ll close for now. I love you so very much my Dear.

Yours forever and ever in Christ’s Love,

Willis

XOXOXOXOXO

Col 3:3

John 1:12

P.S. Enclosed are all my negatives.

One thought on “February 2, 1944

  • John Reed
    February 2, 2018, 3:40 am

    “…if we were the kind of patriots we ought to be, we should not have to resort to such propaganda to fan the courage and bravery of our fighting men.” Well stated, Willis. The conflicted feelings he writes about, along with the anxiety of not knowing where he’ll be shipping out to must have really been eating away at him!

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