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Officer’s Club
10:30 AM Thursday
30, November, 1944

My precious wife,

Thought it is only about two-thirty in the morning in Parker, it is Thanksgiving Day there.  I can see you now sleeping so peacefully.  Oh, how I wish I could be with you.  I’d hug you so tightly you could never sleep.  You’d probably get very mad at me, but, darling, I love you so terribly much.

I didn’t write to you last night.  I hope you are all right.  I know you must be.  God has been so very good to, He’d never let me down when I need Him so much.  Do you know who loves you with all his heart?  I do, of course, silly.

The reason I didn’t write last night is multi: First, I went to visit another very historical city yesterday afternoon.  I’ll have many tales to tell when I get home.  Perhaps not as many and as interesting as some you will hear, but they’ll be tales just the same.  When I returned from this City it was quite late and there was a show at one of the local theatres I wanted to see.  By the time I finally returned from the show there were an amazing number of officers and their girls here at the club, including Mu[???-cut off] and a new one of his and not wanting to be obknoxious – is that how you spell it by writing letters in their midstd presence.  I’ll be doggoned if I can spell anything.  Anyhow I didn’t write so I’m doing it this morning to make up.  I’ll write again tonight.

The show I saw was a double feature and of course it would have been hard it at all possible for you to remain seated.  It lasted three hours and a half.  The shows were “Johnny Apollo”, with Tyrone Power and Hedy Lamar,  and “Knickerbocker Holiday” with Nelson Eddy and some gal.  I missed having you by my side so much.  Darling if you only knew how much I miss you.

I’m listening now to a recording of Glen Miller’s band playing American Patrol.  And if you think that keeps me from being homesick for you, guess again.  In a way, I hope I get over being homesick when ever I see a show or listen to good music on the radio, but I doubt if I ever will.  Because all of the joy and beautiful things of my life are centered in you, my perfectly lovely wife.  No matter how much loneliness or hardship I do through in the future, it’ll all be blotted out by superb happiness of being with you again.

There’s a recording of Bob Crosby on now.  Remember when we went to the dance at Wandermere when he was there.  How I wish I had taken you more places.  You always enjoyed going out so much and I was always an old stay-at-home.  I hope I didn’t make you to unhappy.  You deserve such a far better husband than you got, only please don’t go looking for one on account maybe I can change and make up for it.

How’s the new addition to the family?  Surely by the time you receive this there will be one.  Perhaps you’ll be to busy to write though.  Darling, promise me that you’ll never work until you are tired.  Always quite before you get tired.  The most important thing in my mind and heart every minute is your safety, comfort, and happiness.  Know always that I love and adore you, worship you night and day.

Tell everyone hello, and that I miss them and wish they could enjoy with me the scenery of this beautiful island.  It must indeed be a garden spot in the summer because it’s so pretty in the winter.  I feel guilty taking advantage of this while so many are a few hundred miles away taking a beating in the mud.  Perhaps I’ll join them before too long.

I’m expecting my truck to be here in a few minutes to pick me up so I had better start stopping.  Please don’t forget that I am yours every cell of my body and every atom of my heart and soul.

The truck came before I was able to finish so here I am some time later on duty.  It’s seven-thirty there now.  Perhaps you are up or perhaps you are comfortably squirming and catching a few more winks.  How does it feel not to have to wake up when your old man wakes up with the roosters, and kisses you goodbye and goes off to work.  I shall never forget the last morning I kissed you goodbye.  It was outwardly very little, if any, different from the rest of the mornings.  Yet it meant so much to me to see you take it so well.  It probably was no credit to me but I figured I’d kinda trained you for that moment.  I wanted so much to cray myself, yet I knew you wouldn’t so I couldn’t.  I’ve always been so very proud of you because your emotions are so much more stable than those of any other girl I have ever known.  You’re wonderful in every respect, my sweet, the perfect wife for me.

I was happily welcomed  home today by three lovely letters from you.  Numbers twenty-five and twenty-seven and Vmail number thirty-three.  They were all really swell and I’ll answer them all tonight.

Seems that when I get started I find it so hard to stop writing to you.  I hope you don’t mind.  I talk so much and say so little.

Happy Thanksgiving for today, and I hope and pray with all my heart that when you receive this the baby will have been born and both of you progressing rapidly.  I hardly know what to say but I’d probably be even more flustered if I were there.  Don’t forget for a second how very much your safety, well-being and happiness mean to me.  God Bless and protect you both, each minute day and night.  I love you, sweetheart, so deeply and sincerely.

Your wandering husband, Dewain

I know it’s been over a week, but here we are.  I love this letter because of the memory of a dance and a concert they attended together.  I know Grandpa also played in big bands in his time . . .but I don’t know many details.  I know how much he would have appreciated hearing the familiar music and the memories that would have come from them.

I also laugh a bit at hearing Grandpa’s love and concern for Grandma, but having experienced the last month of pregnancy myself, I think Grandma’s sleeping reality at this time is a bit different from Grandpa’s peaceful imaginations.

I don’t know if many people are reading these letters, but I love having the privilege of posting them.  If I only knew who had the originals . . . I would love to see how many of the referenced letters have survived.

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