September 28, 1944

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28 Sept 44 Thursday

Geeeeee, dearest,

Your letter written on

your return from Mpl[1] (THE 26th) was

oh so very very ncie! All your letters

are very swell but there was something

sorta super about this 26th-letter. Fairly

often you say certain things, but this

letter was just filled c̅[2] things that

a husband-a soldier loves so much

to “hear.” Geeeeeeeeeeee!
If it weren’t for having read

such a wonderful letter only minutes

ago I would probably be pretty

draggy right now, but instead I

am absolutely “floating.” The reasons

for the dragy would be many so I

had better start chronologically. My

sleep was kinda short (4+ hrs) last night

night [after the phone completion][3] as we got up so early to assemble

& assign for range firing. Then, as I

wrote, I had to drop out for negro-

nurse-maiding. Another! company of

negros needed “Short Arm Inspections” in

addition to all the regular routine

work, but Heaven knowing how I did

[2]

everything at that 190th dispensary in

one hour & was on my way rushing

to the firing line in an ambulance.

I was too late to have the priveledge &

help of sighting-in-shoots & had to

go right onto the line to fire for

record. (not mandatory-record but what

you shot, you got — credit for..) To

minimize alibis & come to the point,

I shot only a little above fair. In

otherwords I shot 140 c̅ the carbine

& 135 qualifies you as Marksman —

there is still Sharpshooter & Expert

yet above Marksman. However, I

could fill you full of alibis about

(1) no sleep (2) Dispensary rush (3) no

sighting-in priveledge (4) 17 cartriges

out of the total 40 jammed because of

my “luck” in getting onto inferior guns,

etc, etc — but that is enough.

Just about one minute before I was

to go onto the firing line for the 45

automatic pistol a rush messenger

in a jeep drove up c̅ a message from

the head of the 190th QM Bn[4] to report

[3]

immediately — rush 16 miles

back (that I had rushed out) to the Bn = battalion

Headquarters. Lordy! I didn’t know

what bad thing I had done or nuthin’.

Again, long story short, the Army had

made a last minute change (int’l

outfit) about physical fitness

criteria, soooooo, I spent the

whole damn afternoon rechecking

negros & 6 conflicting (but interdependant)

books of Army Regulations. The mental

exertion alone was worth a U of Wis[consin]

examination. Finally I got

their malingerers, goldbrickers,

“overseas fever-ers,” etc fairly

straightened out. Lordy! Lordy! what

a day — BUT YOUR WONDERFUL

LETTER REALLY SAVED-THE-DAY!

I’m ashamed to tell you that

I heard only very few of Alec Templeton’s

numbers but I was there for 45

minutes. I sat on the highest stone

steps for 98¢ but the acoustics were

phenomenology good. Anyhooooo, I heard

[4]

more than enough to night as of

this moment ask a very swell

Phi Mu[5] for a Templeton concert date

at the earliest possible moment.

the last thing to say about Templeton

et al is that even though my early departure was partially based

on getting sleep so as to shoot

well [YOU KNOW THE “STATIC” THAT [THENCE][6] HAPPENED][7]

I nevertheless left early on an

unexplainable premonition. This

premonition, vague as it was, became

concrete in the form of a scribbled

note containing the words of your

telegram asking me to call. Heaven

knows what time I would have

gotten that call through to you had

I stayed for a full concert. To

make a long story short, there were

6 of we [(us?)][8] soldiers around that outdoor

phone booth last night who could

have murdered-in-cold-blood

every southern phone operator & most

all southern women in general. Just

[5]

as an example (just one) — one

poor guy sat for 5 hours at a

telephone bell that wouldn’t ring

even though the phone worked, &

I had the damndest time to get

the operator to change my phone

card data to the adjacent booth

whence the bell would ring. Oh, me!

While phoning — dearest,

I hope I didn’t sound too grumpy

over the phone. If I did please

forgive me, & realize I didn’t

mean to be — it was

just all that damn-lazy-

recalcitrant-southern-operator

indifference boiling in the blood

of 6 of us [plus hour of night, etc, etc].[9]

Anyhooo, for many reasons it

was so nice, so beneficial &

so revealing — (for example): —

You remember that cheap

side show “Numerologist” by the

name of Alden Kelly who, at the

[6]

Winnepeg County Fair filled us

full of numbers, numbers, &

more numerological-numbers. Well

this war just seems full of

numerological considerations / tricky

schemes / & codes, as manifested

by “Yank” Magazine publications

& the like publications. Why even

the 87th Division has all sorts

of schemes worked out for itself.

Of course, Numerology is just

about as certain a thing as is

anything a person could guess [or]

rely on.

By the way, dear, even though

I think I know the Bismarck

phone number, you write it as

well as the King’s phone number

& their initials. (Bis. = 724 – ain’t it?)

If you don’t believe I am

making a sincere effort to get

my picture taken since you phoned,

this will prove it — I have

[7]

done considerable inquiring about

who of the 116th has a visor cap still

in camp. [Most all sent home.][10] I may have to borrow / rent

one from a downtown store if I

can get a portrait appointment.

Also, I almost went sort of AWOL

today to be able to rush downtown

to try to argue a sitting out of

some photographer, but that

negro physical rechecking just

made it insurmountable.

Honestly, I’ll still keep trying, dear.

I must let you know that

I hope this letter reaches you

on Sunday by my sending it

special delivery. Here’s hoping.

Also, I will tell you that I am always

going to carry your lovely letter of the 26th

for space reasons I have multiply-read your

other “Army-letters” & then destroyed them, BUT

not this one!! sooooo, just as your expressed

it, I say —

I Love you so & miss you so,

Dave

 

 

 

[1] Minneapolis.

[2] Medical abbreviation meaning “with.”

[3] Bracketed text inserted into the original with a caret.

[4] Quartermaster Battalion.

[5] The sorority Emily was a part of in University.

[6] Bracketed text inserted into original with a caret.

[7] Bracketed text is part of original.

[8] Bracketed text written above “we” in original.

[9] Bracketed text is part of original.

[10] Bracketed text inserted into original with a caret.