November 23, 1945

Seoul, Korea

23 November 1945

Sarah, My Beloved Darling:

Before me is your last picture and it almost seems that you could talk to me and I am so very lonesome to hear your precious voice again. Just to be with you again will be a joy unspeakable. I had hoped that there would be some mail today but none came in and I do hope that there will be some tomorrow. I’ve read some of your last letters over and of course, they helped me very much. It seems like ages since we came in here to Korea.

  It has been really cold here today and the wind was blowing quite strongly all day. We had to keep the stove going strongly all day to keep warm enough in here in the office. This morning there were several things which threw everything out of gear as planned. Around 9 o’clock I got two more shots and since about noon I have certainly felt misery in my bones, especially my hips and knees. I’m hoping I can sleep it off tonight. The shots have made a great number of men feel pretty miserable.

Chaplains and assistants. July 1945.

  I had planned on doing some studying this morning but as always it was not to be accomplished because of all that happened. By the way, Chaplain Vogel finally left for the States this morning. Having had my dinner I came back here and immediately had a man in here to see me about a certain case. After he left, I did manage to have my devotions for the day. And then just before supper, a soldier came into our office to see if we could have services for their particular outfit because they do not have a chaplain now. If all can be arranged Chaplain Phillips and I will have our first service for them on December 2nd.

  After eating this evening I came back over to the office and studied for the Bible class this evening. We only had 18 men in attendance this evening. We didn’t get very far though because one new man in the class was of that group which believes that we don’t sin after we are truly born again. Naturally, that was a starter to a big discussion and I felt that it deserved much attention, for after all it is something which the men are bound to bump into at some time or other. I sought to lead the discussion and keep them on the track and didn’t give my own convictions until the very last after the subject have been covered very well by all in attendance. I think every person but two entered into the discussion at some time or other. I finally called a halt to the discussion when I found that it was almost 9 o’clock. We had been going for well over two hours. Several of the men came to see me afterward and told me how much they got out of the class. I cannot understand this excuse about men who are not interested in Bible study that some of the Chaplains use. I realize of course it is hard to have a constant study group, but to me it is entirely worth all the effort when you can run an average of fourteen or fifteen for a month four nights a week. To me, it is worth it for two or three, and as I said one other time, if no one comes I’ll study myself.

  By the way, there was such a heavy frost this morning that it looked like it had snowed during the night. The only thing which is still green here now is the evergreen trees on the hills and mountains. I suppose that is about the only thing which is still green back in Chicago.

  Pardon my saying so, but things are so fouled up around here that it’s a shame. I wish they would make up their minds one way or the other. This kind of occupation duty is difficult enough as it is without being messed up anymore. I’m sorry for complaining but at times things do become pretty trying.

  Yes, Darling, I read that slurring remark which President Truman’s aide General Vaughn made about the Protestant chaplains. I would certainly like to have him make such a remark to me, I would tell him some things. From all I’ve read, he is a lover of such things as poker and that stuff that comes in bottles and a lot of Protestant chaplains don’t go for that, and he claims they go on a vacation. I will not go into detail now, but someday when I return I’ll be able to tell you plenty. You will recall I have been considered a wet blanket on several occasions because I wouldn’t sign a slip so some other officers could buy my liquor ration. Narrow-minded you know.

  Well, Lover, these shots have made me feel rather miserable late this afternoon and this evening so I think I will close for tonight and try to write a better letter tomorrow evening. God bless you and the folks in all things, Beloved.

 You alone and always in Christ’s love,


 Colossians 3:3

 P.S. Also wrote a note to Wesley Norman for his birthday which is either December 3rd or 4th, I don’t remember which.

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