September 30, 1944

September 30, 1944

Sarah, My Beloved Darling Sweetheart:

Well, September has slipped by and it reminds me that it was just a year ago today that I arrived at Long Beach, California only to find they assigned me to a outfit that didn’t exist. I arrived in Long Beach just before dinner and most of the afternoon was gone before they received word back from Washington it was supposed to be the 507th. Now I am almost 4,000 miles from there. There have been a lot of things happen in that year, but I would rather be with you and share the lovely experiences we have always had together.

This morning I spent my time going over the same routine, to see if there was anything I can do for the men. I stopped at the Infantry area and had a visit with some of the officers. Later, I went to the Air Base. After leaving there, I went down to the native village and had a visit with Timete, Mofete and Mr. Williams. Tomorrow is the first Sunday of the month and we are to have communion service again for the natives. I always look forward to the services for the natives.

I spent most of the afternoon studying and reading. Just before suppertime I washed out some clothes. We had supper which didn’t amount to much. I don’t like to complain, but it is a sure thing we need vitamin pills to make up for the deficiency of a proper diet. Don’t you ever think your cooking was bad, I would give almost anything if I could be where I could have your wonderful cooking. Carl Scherenberg is one of the very best cooks down here, he does very well even though he lacks the proper things. Every once in a while I have a meal down at the farm which is a relief for our food up here. Please don’t tell Mom about for she may worry. I don’t want you to worry either, for we can have all the nice green coconuts we like.

Willis with Timete and Mofete. September 1944.

We played another ball game this evening, and I pitched as usual. I didn’t do so well at bat tonight, I only got one two base hit out of three times at bat. After the ball game was over, I came back here to headquarters and dropped in and had a good visit with Captain Wilkinson for about an hour and a half. Then I came back to my quarters, took a good old brackish shower and now here I am writing to you, Darling.

I thought about you a good many times today and I thought a lot of things I would like to talk to you about, but that is impossible now, so we will have to make the best of it until we are able to be together again. I surely wish we could get mail in here, they have practically forgotten us down here. And that neglect will tear down morale quicker than anything I know of, the same is true with having the proper food for the men.

Lover, I am tired and it is quiet around here so I think I will go to bed and try to get a good nights sleep. God bless you Dear in all things and may the Lord bless you and keep you in all things.

Always and Forever yours, in the 

Love of Christ our Lord,


Colossians 3:3

One thought on “September 30, 1944

  • John T Reed
    September 30, 2018, 5:35 am

    “I didn’t do so well at bat tonight, I only got one two base hit out of three times at bat.” Well, that’s hitting over .300–don’t be so hard on yourself, Willis! 🙂

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