November 2, 1945

Keijo (Seoul), Korea

2 November 1945

Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

I had just put this sheet of paper in the carriage of the typewriter when the mail orderly walked in and said I have a letter for you. And much to my joy and delight it turned out to be your wonderful letter of October 22nd. I wish there were some way to tell you just how much your good letters help me along.

  This has been a very topsy-turvy day. This morning it took quite some time to arrange for the funeral which I had this afternoon. With a case like this one, there is always a lot of red tape and I spent 3/4 of the morning trying to get everything organized. A couple of men came in to see me and of course that took time, and before I knew it, noon was here and I had a bite to eat and then I came right back to the Chaplain’s office and worked on my message. I got one of the fine Christian men to sing two songs for this funeral this afternoon. He sang, “The Glory of His Presence” and “Beyond the Sunset”. I spoke on the theme, “For What is Your Life?”  Before we left here, another soldier came in to see me about trouble and problems at home. That took some time. However, I had time to help because the service wasn’t due to begin until about 3 o’clock. Part of the service was delayed because one of the trucks had a flat tire. All the men of the man’s company attended it. It was very cold this afternoon, and as a result, it was very trying in the wind to conduct the service. By the time we got back here again it was just a few minutes before 5 and about time to eat. So Don and I went over to eat. As soon as we were through eating, I came back here and studied and I had my devotions. We had 16 in our Bible class tonight. We went about half an hour over this time, and as a result, we were able to finish the 9th chapter of John. There have been so many interruptions this week that I’ll have to try and study tomorrow morning for my message on Sunday. Don made the cover for our bulletin this morning while I was making all the arrangements for the funeral this afternoon. It is certainly cold here tonight.

Willis with his father Earl in the early 50s. They are holding Mark Reed and Daniel Reed – the next generation.

  Before starting this letter to you, I wrote a letter to my father and also wished him a very happy birthday. You may be interested to know that his birthday is November 18th. He’ll be 53 years old. As I’ve said before, I try to get a letter off to him every week. Sometimes they are not so very long but at least he knows I’m thinking of him and try to keep him informed.

  Darling, I’m sorry I have caused you so much trouble trying to find that grammar book. Just forget it. Don’t look any further because I will probably have plenty to do from now on until I leave here. Besides, I want you to be my teacher. I know you will be a good one.

  I’m going to take just a few moments to try and catch up on some of your back letters. From what you said in one of your letters about going to see Dr. Mason, I take it that you must have changed your mind about what you are going to use for your thesis, is that correct? I’m certainly sorry you have to write your thesis under him. I wish it were someone like Dr. Mantey or Dr. Stiansen.

Darling, I agree with you about your thesis, I have felt for a long time there is something much more worthwhile that could be done in its place. I’m sure you know that many seminaries do not require a thesis for degrees. I’m almost sure that most of the liberal schools don’t require them anymore.

  I was sorry to hear about Paul’s mother thinking of coming into Chicago to have an operation. I think that is entirely too much of her to expect to leave Donna with Paul and Gen while she is in the hospital. Well, we shall see. Perhaps it won’t materialize, at least I hope not.

  You said you had a nice talk with Sherry and that she was thankful for her experience with John. I’m sure she probably learned things. Well, from my experience I find the Navy officer personnel just a little more refined. You said that Army life to you is vague. Sweetheart, as for me I would rather have it be that way for you. I’ll tell you all I can, I don’t care for you to learn from the contact side of Army life.

  It really makes me feel badly about Grandma Norman. I’m so anxious to know how the operation comes out. I do hope that it isn’t too serious. I will continue to pray for her and will drop her another letter as soon as I can get a few moments. From what you said in your letter, Adele does have a very complicated schedule. I hope everything comes out all right. I think that was very sweet and thoughtful of you to write Edith the note and the poem.

  Yes, tell Mr. Swartwout we have the records and they are helping very much with our work now and the men do enjoy them. They came up here in perfect condition in spite of the fact that many of our boxes were broken into on our trip from Okinawa.

  Lover, I’m going to say goodnight and Beloved, remember I love you more than ever I have before. Be sure to give the folks my love.

 Yours only in the love

of our Lord Jesus Christ,


 Colossians 3:3

 P.S. Enclosed find Jeanne’s letter. 

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