January 1, 1946
Dearest Darling Sweetheart:
Well, Lover, the first day of 1946 has almost slipped into eternity, and honestly, I don’t know when I’ve ever spent a day more long and lonely. Sweetheart, to be with you again will be about the grandest privilege and joy I can think of. I’m so lonesome to get some more of your good letters, this mail situation here lately has been very poor, to say the least, and morale among the patients is pretty low. Occupation Duty even at best is far from pleasant. I’m surely hoping that some mail will come in tomorrow.
It has certainly been plenty cold today even though the sun shone brightly all the time. This morning I spent most of the time visiting with the men in the various wards and then this afternoon I’ve devoted about 2 and 1/2 hours of my time studying, and then the rest of the time was taken up with a man who came in to see me about troubles back home. I’ve certainly been having a lot of cases involving strained marital conditions here the last six months or so. And it only verifies more than ever the fact that a stable marriage can be built on no other foundation than Jesus Christ. I’m so thankful unto the Lord for His goodness unto us Darling, and I’m so glad our marriage is founded in Christ.
After having my evening meal, I came up here to the office hoping to be able to write some letters but two more men came up to see me about some things. As a result, I only got to write one letter before starting this one to you. I wrote a letter to Charlie and Eddie and I’m going to enclose Nettie’s letter in here so you will be able to read it.
I want to make a few comments on your letters and then try to get to bed early for a good night’s sleep. I’m glad to know that Margie likes her new job so well and I do hope that she continues to like it and that everything works out very well for both of them. How does Bob seem to be getting along? I have never known just what kind of work he is doing. I do hope that it will mean something for both of them in the years to come. From what you told me in one of your letters, it looks like that nurse of Dr. Shambaugh’s finally roped him in. It would seem that they can hardly be truly happy under such conditions.
I’m very glad that you felt led to give Paul and Gen the $25 for the washing machine. I do hope that it does help them. They are such wonderful friends and I’m so very lonesome to see them. It would indeed be a privilege to visit with them as we used to do when we were in East Moline.
It is too bad that they had to be so out-and-out frank with Dr. Hepburn, but from what you’ve told me, it was probably necessary. I do hope that the church is soon able to find a strong man to take over, for they certainly do need it. They have so very much to work for and they feel a good leader could lead the church onto greater conquests for Christ.
You will be interested to know that Captain Main developed some more film for me. Some of them are not so good but I’ll send them along and you can get them printed and enlarged back there. The weather for taking pictures hasn’t been so good lately but I’ll keep on trying to take more pictures. By the way, please don’t send me anymore film after you receive this letter for it may not reach me here for I’m hoping that I’ll be starting back that way.
Sweetheart, there are so very many things I would like to talk over with you and writing about them in letters is entirely inadequate. That is one thing that makes it so trying for me is the fact that we cannot talk things over as we used to do. Please forgive me if I’ve been gloomy, but Darling, I love you and I got to be a little honest and tell you it does hurt deeply in my heart.
Well, Lover, I will close for tonight. God bless you and the folks in all things is my earnest prayer. Also, give Bob and Margie my best wishes.
Forever and ever yours because we
are forever each other’s in Christ’s love,
P.S. By the way, the situation is still very tense in Seoul and we still don’t know just what the outcome will be.
There wasn’t mail service today so I’m enclosing last night’s letter in this one.