Dublin Core
Title
February 20, 1945
Creator
John C. Waller
Date
1945-02-20
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February 20, 1945
Dearest Geraldine,
Again I write as we are returning from a run. Confidentially, I'm about as hoarse as a cuckoo—Why? Well we just finished up an hour's sing with one of our mess sergeants playing his concertina. We just started up again so excuse me for a few minutes, please honey.
They're still at it but I have to get this letter off to my one and only so I have retreated to the far end of the dining car. Boy, I'm really hoarse and no mistake about it!
How have you been getting along lately little one and how is your sorority work progressing?
As far as this end goes, we are about as busy as usual. We were out on a run on Sunday, and took some snaps again, in fact, three rolls so at least a few should turn out O.K. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day so I imagine the'll be alright.
Last night, I managed to get into town to see 'Double Indemnity' with Barb Stanwyck and Fred MacMurray. I thought it was a very good picture.
It's not twenty-five hours late, Jerry. I was too doggone tired to finish this last night, also my writing was strictly off the ball.
Paul, (my 717th buddy) and I got a surprise this morning when the major told him he was leaving at noon to rejoin his company. He belongs to Co. A. I was sorry to see him go, however, our battalion is supposed to get to-gether again in the near future so I may be seeing him again before long. It will mean a change of scenery when all the detachments are called in and the unit a whole again if you know what I mean.
We'll be going out on another run to-morrow. It's one that we haven't been on in almost two weeks. Luckily, we don't have to get up any earlier than usual. Long as I've been in the army, getting up in the morning is no easier than it was the first day. When I heard "Rise & Shine" I always considered that a stupid thing to say, as not one in a thousand shines in the morning or feels like shining.
I notice on one of the snaps I have of you that you say you have just got up and it strikes me as a good example of 'shining' in the morning. I wish I looked that good in the early hours. The secret must lie in being pretty like you are little one—now you know you are so lets have no dissenting voices.
After chow to-night, I took a walk into town just to get away from the train for awhile. I'm telling you honey, it was one of the loveliest nights I've seen over here—bright moonlite, mild, stars by the hundreds—the only thing I lacked was you and hells bells, without you what good is all the rest. Answer—no good.
Still, I enjoyed the walk as much as I could under the circumstances. It was almost as light as day. Somehow, everything looks beautiful by moonlite. It seems to have a softening effect on things, which by daylight appear drab and uninteresting while things of beauty appear more beautiful. For once, I was able to make the trip both ways without groping my way through the unlit streets—or should I say darkened. It could be fun walking through them with you but I'll settle for a ride along the Blue Water highway, to-gether, when I get back.
Well honey, I want to hit the sack so for now this will be all. Don't work too hard and take care of yourself for your doughboy overseas
All my love,
Johnny
P.S. Note new APO 518
Dearest Geraldine,
Again I write as we are returning from a run. Confidentially, I'm about as hoarse as a cuckoo—Why? Well we just finished up an hour's sing with one of our mess sergeants playing his concertina. We just started up again so excuse me for a few minutes, please honey.
They're still at it but I have to get this letter off to my one and only so I have retreated to the far end of the dining car. Boy, I'm really hoarse and no mistake about it!
How have you been getting along lately little one and how is your sorority work progressing?
As far as this end goes, we are about as busy as usual. We were out on a run on Sunday, and took some snaps again, in fact, three rolls so at least a few should turn out O.K. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day so I imagine the'll be alright.
Last night, I managed to get into town to see 'Double Indemnity' with Barb Stanwyck and Fred MacMurray. I thought it was a very good picture.
It's not twenty-five hours late, Jerry. I was too doggone tired to finish this last night, also my writing was strictly off the ball.
Paul, (my 717th buddy) and I got a surprise this morning when the major told him he was leaving at noon to rejoin his company. He belongs to Co. A. I was sorry to see him go, however, our battalion is supposed to get to-gether again in the near future so I may be seeing him again before long. It will mean a change of scenery when all the detachments are called in and the unit a whole again if you know what I mean.
We'll be going out on another run to-morrow. It's one that we haven't been on in almost two weeks. Luckily, we don't have to get up any earlier than usual. Long as I've been in the army, getting up in the morning is no easier than it was the first day. When I heard "Rise & Shine" I always considered that a stupid thing to say, as not one in a thousand shines in the morning or feels like shining.
I notice on one of the snaps I have of you that you say you have just got up and it strikes me as a good example of 'shining' in the morning. I wish I looked that good in the early hours. The secret must lie in being pretty like you are little one—now you know you are so lets have no dissenting voices.
After chow to-night, I took a walk into town just to get away from the train for awhile. I'm telling you honey, it was one of the loveliest nights I've seen over here—bright moonlite, mild, stars by the hundreds—the only thing I lacked was you and hells bells, without you what good is all the rest. Answer—no good.
Still, I enjoyed the walk as much as I could under the circumstances. It was almost as light as day. Somehow, everything looks beautiful by moonlite. It seems to have a softening effect on things, which by daylight appear drab and uninteresting while things of beauty appear more beautiful. For once, I was able to make the trip both ways without groping my way through the unlit streets—or should I say darkened. It could be fun walking through them with you but I'll settle for a ride along the Blue Water highway, to-gether, when I get back.
Well honey, I want to hit the sack so for now this will be all. Don't work too hard and take care of yourself for your doughboy overseas
All my love,
Johnny
P.S. Note new APO 518
APO
518
Location
Ashchurch
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