September 26, 1945

Kyongsong, Korea 

26 September 1945

Dearest Darling Sweetheart:

At last some mail came through Darling and you cannot fully know how much your wonderful letters helped. Dear, you cannot fully realize how necessary they are for me. To one who is ONE with you in Christ, you cannot afford to be cut off from communion, for as we partake of each other’s love in Christ, we only taste more than ever the transcendent love which will be ours for the Ages of the Ages. Darling, you are to me what the sunlight is to all living matter. Suffice it to say, I love you more than ever and could never really love another. I received three letters from you today and they were for September 7th, 10th and 14th. The mail seems to be mixed up for some reason or other, but at least some came in. Besides your letters, I had a nice letter from Betty Weiskopf, Louise Davis, Major Mason’s father, and several official letters.

  This morning I spent the entire morning writing more follow-up letters. If I remember correctly, I finished 14. After having a snack, I came back over here and worked on the communion set. I like to keep it looking as nice as possible. And then of course we were planning on having a communion service this evening. I love these sets and they have been through everything with me. With a little work they really shine up beautifully. And after that, I worked on the communion meditation for this evening. While I was in the midst of my study, a young man came in to see me about his brother who is going to be court-martialed for the same thing I told you about yesterday. He is charged with rape, and again, all because of drink. Oh Darling, such things just about crush me. His dear old mother is very ill on top of it and he cried and said he was afraid it would kill her if she ever found out about him. He admitted without any prompting from me whatsoever that he had been hanging around and doing things with the wrong type of fellows. He drank himself into senselessness and now faces such a very serious charge. Will men ever learn? I will say no more, you will remember that I expressed my feelings fully in this matter in last night’s letter. Again Darling, I beg of you, be very careful at night and don’t be out alone at all if possible. I’ve seen too much now not to be concerned, for I have actually seen the morbid cost and heartbreak which is wrought through men’s drinking. From all I’ve heard, it is going to be plenty easy for them to get when they come back. I get so sick and tired of hearing officers, as well as enlisted men say, “When I get back I’m going to go on a good old drunk and I’ll get some babe and we will paint the town red.”  Is it any wonder what men may do when under the influence of liquor after having talked and thought like that when sober. Of course, many are not like that but there are enough to be greatly concerned about it. Dear, I don’t exactly like to write you such things but I thought I would unmask some of the things which come in any ordinary day.

  There were two men in to see me this morning but they were both fine Christian fellows and they just wanted to drop by and talk for a few minutes. There was another problem case this afternoon as serious as the one mentioned above. However, drink was involved again.

Sarah and Willis. 1943

During my noon hour I got my foot locker and opened it, and Darling, I was really sick for it had been soaked. I can’t help but believe that it was allowed to sit in water for quite some time. My clothes are all soaked, mildewed, and some of the things will be beyond presentable wearing. But the thing that made me feel the worst was the fact that some of my pictures were ruined. They were the ones of you (taken just after I left for Harvard), the coloring all blurred and smeared. My mother’s picture was ruined as well as my father’s. Pictures of Gail and the nice picture the Hollys sent me for Christmas last year. Some of the old snapshots of you and the folks were wet but not ruined. I dried them out this afternoon and they will be pretty good. But I’m just sick about the one of you, for I always loved it so, you had on that lovely blue dress which was your going away dress. As well as the locket, and best of all, your precious smile. I liked it so much because I have seen you smile so many times just like that. I felt pretty badly about the one of my mother, but not as badly as yours. I’m so very glad that I carried all the other pictures with me. As you know, my billfold is crammed full and I have two leather pocket picture folders which are filled completely. And then I had my album with me, thank goodness. I won’t worry about the clothes situation. I’ll just get along the best way I can for some time. Here’s hoping it won’t be too long until I’ll be wearing the clothes which are indicative of the rank of civilian.

  We had 32 at our communion service this evening and honestly it was the very best we have had since I’ve been in the Army. The Holy Spirit’s presence was so near and you could not help but be conscious of it. The service proceeded without interruption and I had asked all to come without talking after entering the room. I had four of the fine Christian young men help me serve. And of course Don played softly on our little field organ. I spoke on the one word, “Freedom.”  And these were my three points; (1) freedom from sin, (2) freedom from the world, and (3) freedom from man. I’m going to enclose the order of service and you will note the three different passages which were read before each point in the same order as you will find it on the program. A quite a few shed some tears and Dear I did too, for I could not help but be moved when I think of what Christ has done for us. And in the blessed quietness there this evening I also felt your presence very keenly. It made me realize all a new our Oneness in Him.

  After the service Don and I came back here to our headquarters and we washed all the communion glasses and trays. And then we talked for a few minutes and then our postal clerk brought in your good letters. Of course I took time to read them so it is getting rather late. And then two more men came in to have a friendly chat. Now I’m doing the best thing I like next best to reading your sweet letters. But the best is being with you and I do hope it won’t be too long. By the way, I enjoyed the pictures you enclosed and any picture of you is always so good. I also enjoyed those of the Vogels, I know film has been a little hard to get but I think it would be a little better to only take one picture on each negative, unless you have the object off center and then you can get two on one. Rather a poor pun and I never could do very well at punning.  Some of the last pictures you have taken are really very good and show that you know better how to set the camera and use it. The sky is most unusual in two or three of them.

  Of course the letter from Betty Weiskopf was very fine as usual, and as soon as I answer it I’ll send it on to you. The letter from Major Mason’s father was very nice. You can tell from his letters that he is a very fine man. I do look forward to meeting them someday. For some reason or other I haven’t heard from Major Mason for quite some time. I’ve begun to wonder if my last letter to him might have been lost, if I don’t hear soon I will write again. 

In your letter of the 14th, you mentioned your diamond ring. In neither your letter of the 7th or the 10th did you mention it, so I imagine you must have received it one of the days between the 10th and the 14th. I hope the other letters come so I’ll know when you received it, for then I’ll know whether or not you were really surprised or little suspicious because of my pay of March, April, May and June not reaching you by this time. It was delayed quite some time, that’s why I didn’t have the opportunity to get it to you sooner. I wrote to Jack and Bertha early in May about it and they were really wonderful about helping me get it for you. Little Mom was indispensable to the whole idea of getting it in the proper size and she made some very fine suggestions which I passed on to Jack. She was so sweet about it and she was so afraid you might get ideas. I do hope you were completely surprised. Mom thought I ought to wait to give it to you until I came home, nothing could have given me greater joy, but I wanted it to be there on your finger as a constant reminder that you are all in all to me now and forever. In that I couldn’t be there to give it to you and I have no idea when I will be, I could think of no one better to have put it on your finger than the mother and father who gave you birth. You are such a precious wife and I’m happy you like your diamond. I have always wanted you to have one, but when we were engaged and married I didn’t have the money to buy a real nice ring. And as a result I would not give you a cheap ring. I was able to give you a ring sooner than I had expected. I will be glad when I can see it in person. I know that Jack gave me a real break on that diamond, for it is almost a full carat. I don’t know whether you know it or not but as it is .86 carat. I sent then the balance for the ring the other day. I think it amounted to about $37.32 and I sent them a money order for $45 and told them to get themselves a little gift of some kind as our expression of thanks for all they did to get the ring and for what they did for me while in their home.

  I know Margaret must be delighted with the thought that Bob will soon be out of the Army. And it is nice that he can call her up now and then, at least that takes a little bit of the sting out of being apart. It will be so good to hear your precious voice again, my Dear. And when he gets out I hope he will be able to get a good job where he can look forward to some kind of a future. Has he ever given any inklings of what he has in mind? I suppose he has talked it over with Margaret and probably writes about it also.

  If I were Nona’s husband I surely wouldn’t want to be separated, especially when they are in the States and can do something about it. That’s their business, but as for me Darling, remember, I want you by my side at all times if possible. It is surely good to know that Mr. Paul is feeling so well. I hope this will be the finish to the horrible trouble he’s been having. I was truly surprised to hear that he is planning on interning at Wesley. Dear, is he planning on being a medical doctor of some kind? I’m not sure whether I understand fully what is meant by his interning.

My Sweet, the sandman has tossed a lot of sand in my eyes so I think I will close for tonight. God bless you in everything to His glory. Be sure to give the folks my love and thank them so very much for helping me in obtaining the ring for you.

 Always just yours in Christ’s

 wonderful love,


 Colossians 3:3

 Ruth 1:16-17

 P.S. Today a soldier came in and they gave me a small picture of Lieutenant White and I taken on Okinawa around the first part of August. It’s not too good but it’s me. And I love you more than ever.

One thought on “September 26, 1945

  • John T Reed
    September 26, 2019, 3:23 am

    He wrote 14 letters and then this one? All I can say is WOW–he was a writing machine!!

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