February 13, 1945
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Somewhere–France
c̅[1] 7th Army
13 Feb 45
Dearest,
Isn’t it unbelievable what fools
those Nazi’s can be [retrospect the date].[2] They
are hemmed, “bottled,” beaten, & progressively
being annihilated – yet they wont
give up BECAUSE—it is the
proven component in Totalitarianism
that the more you can drag down & kill
your advisary while you are “dying”,
the sooner & better you can again
through stealth & deceit arise against
him. Here the “Big Three” Conference[3] is
over; they know the absoloute/irreversible
“score;” yet they will not stop this
wrecking & bloodshed—just because
they know they can arise again! it’s
going to take a powerful-lot-o’-livin’
to beat this Totalitarianism “game” in
your & my lifetime. Japan, c̅ its CBI[4]
Theater, which we must fight “plays-the-
cards” the same way. Can you even
dream (as I have dreamed) what a frontal
ass[au]lt Japan land will be like?!—
a holocost (?sp) if there ever was one! I so
wish that every nationality in the
[2]
world would be able to
read the majority of Father
Glenn’s thoughts as ex-
pressed in this Advent Pre Lent Foreward that
ends today. I hope you had a copy or
can even do “back-reading” in it someday.
He is c̅ the Navy in the Pacific & has a
much keener insight added unto/onto
his fine “Christianism.”
Geeeeee, have you noticed how
progressively lousey my handwriting has
become? [P.S. Spelling also accepted][5]. There
are rationalizable reasons naturally, but
even so it scares me—in lots of
respects.
No mail came today—hardly
any for anyone. I’m not kicking in the
best these past 2+ weeks; all I’m hoping
so hard for is that the batch #2 (new
camera) make it through—& don’t
take ages to do it. I absoloutely “eat”/
devour/”gobble” that batch #1 that did
come about a week ago. Hmmm, darlin’!
Tonight again (I took a 5 minute intermission)
the 7th Army liquor ration of a “quart-a-
month” was issued. It was, this time,
Sehenley’s Reserve. The reason I bring this all
up is that last month it was 3 Feathers
B L E N D E D wiskey. You, you ol’ Blended
Fiend, are hereby receiving acknowledgement
that at least that certain BLENDED whiskey
is quite smooth—doesn’t “rattle-
[3]
your-back-teeth.” Usually
I give my liquor away
to one source or other, or open
it when so many “vultures” are around
that all I get is a sniff. But, I will
confess that if you want to drink
BLENDED whiskey when I’m home, I’ll
surely “drink-wit-cha” if its 3 Feathers.
My!—such traitorship to “Skatch”!
Speaking of liquor brings up [not too
circuitously][6] the subject of sex. It is
amusing as well as disgusting how
the males & females in this “family-unto-
itself,” called an Evac[uation] Hosp[ital], “pair-up”
after a little while. One guy, just for
example, almost overburdenly shows
pictures just received of his cute 7 mo
old daughter all over the place—that
night he’s drunk with (& obviously later
copulating with) an old bag (40 yrs) Army
Nurse in the outfit. Sorta incongruous!
Yet I hear him every Sunday playing the
organ (portable) in Church. How to look at/
“figure” this tri-split personality I
dunno?
I wish the pictures I have meagerly
[procured] over the past 3 weeks were even
½ the equal of the ones you’ve sent, dear.
Maybe someday I’ll finigel myself into
some good shots, so dont dispair.
[4]
Maybe—could be—that
by now [repitition][7] that French
artists portrait of me in
uniform (neck-up) has arrived WITHOUT
taking the 3 months I allotted it to get
to you as a Wedding Anniversary Present.
Anyhooooo, I know you accept/realize
these exigencies of war, dear—dontcha?
The other MD anesthetist is now
(still) gone on a 3 day leave. Probably
my general “tenor” would be better if
I too could get-away-from-it-all for
for even 3 hours. Golly, how swell just
that ¾ day at the medical meeting was
that I wrote about—wonder
what 3 or 4 days could do! I wish so
much so many times that you, you
Precious Thing, could go to the Twin
Cities for a Saturday’s shopping spree
c̅ that PTA[8] $50——it would do
you so much good [& stop “The Plague” for
52+ hours][9]. But—cest le guirre![10]
(c̅ no Pappy to act as 52+ hour nurse-maid)
I love ya, Em—I miss ya—
I adore ya—I A P P R E C I A T E YA— c̅
All my love,
Dave
[1] Medical abbreviation meaning “with.”
[2] Bracketed text is part of original.
[3] The Yalta Conference of February 1945, a meeting between Winston Churchill, Joseph Stalin and Franklin Roosevelt to discuss how to rebuild affected countries post-war.
[4] China Burma India. CBI was the US military designation for this area during the war.
[5] Bracketed text is part of original.
[6] Bracketed text is part of original.
[7] Bracketed text is part of original.
[8] Personal Transfer Account for sending money back home.
[9] Bracketed text is part of original.
[10] “C’est la guerre” is French for “such is war.”