October 14, 1943
Dearest Darling Sweetheart:-
How’s my Lover this morning? I’m writing now because at 11 A.M. we go special maneuvers and I’m not sure how long they will last, so I want you to get a note at least from me today. One of the infantry units here in this area is supposed to try and work it’s way into the Douglas Aircraft plant, whereas our men are supposed to keep them out. I’m to be an umpire and it is my job to see that no one is hurt or that there be any foul play. So far it is foggy so it will probably call for a lot of watching on behalf of we officers to avoid any accidents.
As I told you once before, a chaplain doesn’t have to do this, but I’m glad that the Colonel has asked me to take part because it will give me another chance to be shoulder to shoulder with my men in their actual responsibilities. By the way, pardon this letter, I’ve been interrupted so many times trying to write that I’m not sure I know what I’ve said and what I am still trying to say. If it isn’t the telephone, it’s someone coming in to ask some questions. Say, that makes me think, I just got a call from the boy in the guardhouse I told you about. Not from him, but his commanding officer. They have just brought him back from Sawtelle where they gave him a mental test. He wants to see me this morning because he’s on his way to Brigade for a general Court Martial. It will probably be the firing squad or a long term sentence. Not much time to try and write you Lover but you’re so precious to me.
Yesterday afternoon was really a corker. Two sex morality lectures besides a host of other things. What an experience! It’s a sure thing, I’ve seen people like I never saw them before.
When we eat, I really enjoy it because the Colonel keeps us laughing all the time. He swears every now and then which is the only unfortunate part about it. He’s really a fine commanding officer though. He himself doesn’t smoke and abhors it. He tells the boys it’s a dirty habit and really rubs it in. I wish you could hear him talk, he hates Eleanor Roosevelt especially and the rest of the gang. And let me tell you, he says so in no uncertain terms. Some say to him, are you not afraid of what you say, and he always answers back, “This is a free country ain’t it, at least it’s supposed to be. If they don’t like it they can put me in the brig, it would be better than this mess anyhow.” He’s been a soldier for over thirty years I believe. This morning this little article was in the paper and I showed it to him concerning Eleanor, and I wish you could have heard him. He said, “Thank God there’s one man in this world that’s got intestinal fortitude enough (except he said the other) to tell the old lady where she belongs.” He had us laughing until I thought our sides would break. He’s almost in perpetual motion when he gets started on that. He’s of the same school of thought and reason as the Chief. Boy, they would sure make a pair if they ever got together.
Well Lover, I must close now, except that I do want to say the picture is wonderful and I keep looking at it and showing it to the officers. And they all say, “How did you do it?” and I reply by saying I didn’t, God did. And they look surprised. I love you more now and just this little secret – I will love you more tomorrow than today.
God Bless you Dear,
With All My Love,