December 7, 1944

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Somewhere—France

[1] 7th Army

7 Dec (Jap treachery day) 44

8:30 AM

Good mornin’, darling’,

It seems that

lately I’ve really gotten onto the

“morning-groove” of writing you

after being on duty all night. There

are good things & bad things

about it. There is no really special

reason for morning-writing —

unless it be to use daylight

instead of these lousey French lights

[described 2x before][2] to write by. Several

times I even lit a candle to

augment these lights while writing

you [at night][3]. Anyhoooo, here is a wee bit

of news —— starting tomorrow

night I will be on full day shift

for a week; then nights again for

a week; then — ad infinitum.

Let me quickly ad lib as

before — I have either written

you every day or when I was

forced to skip a day I so mentioned

[2]

  1. Thus you can check up on the

number of “lost” [gee! I hope not][4] letters.

P.S. Again, I say — I write not in the

least because I feel I have to — its

cuz I want to — & cuz its so swell

“talkin’” to ya, dear.

Ya know what? — quite

often I have sort of a “purr” about

the fact that probably you &

I are reading/reacting/thinking

the same at almost the same

moment —— as we pick

up the Episcopal Foreward. I

haven’t expressed this mutual-

communing feeling very well

on paper but maybe you can

glean what Im trying to say.

Guess one of the things that brings this to

my mind this morning is that last

night I had a few quick chances to

read paragraphs from Omnibooks presentation

of Ben Ames Williams “Leave Her To Heaven.”

We sorta kinda read his “Time Of Peace”

together,” didn’t we, dear?

Still! S-T-I-L-L! STILL! no

mail. The Chaplain failed in his

mail seeking venture-trip that

I wrote about the other day.

[3]

Best rumor (Army is full of ‘em) hath it

that all our mail is down at

Marseille in a Base Censor Post Office.

Lordy! its been well over 3 weeks

since anyone has received a letter

& it seems like 3 years! Honest!

I meant to tell you all

about that weird-interesting-

& questionably [pleasant][5] experience call

a GI-Quarmaster shower that

I wrote you I intended (&did) to

take. I’m getting kinda tired, &

the paper weight factor would be

violated to really go into shower

details, so I’ll save it till later.

Good “night” now, dearest —

I’ll be dreamin of you —

while I miss you so terribly.

All my love,

Dave

 

P.S. The last 2 nights, the work ( casualties)

have slowed down to a “run” instead

of those previous 5 nights that roaringly

“galloped.” We all feel much better physically

& mentally for it. (Mentally ↔ our Amer. boys).

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