20 February 1942

Is this the first time Walt has referred to himself as Pitt? I’m not sure, but I think it is. It shows up later, and must have been common among his military friends, as it’s mentioned in the nice letter from Charles Garner after his death. Perhaps it was a nickname at home, as well, maybe even from his youth.

This letter mentions the coming combat training, and I hope it’s discussed in the letters, because I’m not sure how a cavalry would fight in the middle of the twentieth century.


Feb. 20, 1942.

Hello Dearest:—

I’m a day late with this letter. Last night was clean up nite, an I didn’t get time. So I will write tonight—O.K.? O.K.

Thanks for the locket. I’ve got it on now. It was just the thing.

Gee, Guess I don’t know your address.—Bet if they’d “turn me loose” I’d get there fast enough tho. Glad you got the watch (pait) paid for,—It really means a lot to me. Next Sat. I’m going to get a crystal for it. Sometimes things get pretty rough tho, and I’d hate to break it.—I read an account that (t) said the Cavalry had more “broken bones”—in the casualties list then any other section of the Army—


That is the reason I don’t like to wear it all the time.

We start combat training next week. I suppose it will start getting pretty tough—(physically).

Ha.—So Elizabeth got a black eye Unh? Well that would look natural I guess—even if she did get it off a door. Ha.

Well, I’m glad you found something to do.—(Embroidering) We’ll need a few things someday. I hope soon, the “sooner” the better.

I got the letter from your mother. Thank her—I will write her. She writes nice letters.

“Nope” Honey I’m never tired of hearing it—I’ll be wanting to hear it when were old and gray—Young and gay (poet and don’t know it.)

Darn it—I go on K.P.—tomorrow at 5 P.M.—[and]about 7:30 P.M. then


(till) Mon. all day. Isn’t that something.

Y’know—I got two letters from you yesterday. None today—I should of saved the one I got last and read it to-day—couldn’t wait that long.

Say! I heard “The Blue Danube” today, it was coming through to window of another barracks—we don’t have a radio in our’s. Do you ever listen to it.—Can’t help it sometimes—Unh.

I got weighed today and weighed 155—gaining a little—Not fat though—must be the exercise and lots to eat. Ha. Putting us in condition. I guess from the talk—we’ll (need) have to be tough.

If I had time, I’d write to your mother tonight—but I don’t have time to write anymore to you tonight—I’ll probably have time to write to you tomorrow

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Another blue Sunday. My Sundays are always taken up with a longing for a girl—a beautiful girl who lives in the Mahoning (Y) Valley—in a city—on a street—in a house—Dailey is the name—Ruth Dailey I believe—Do you know her?—If you do! Please let me (ko) know if she knows a guy—Pitt—No. Walt Pittman is his name. He told me so much about her, I get lonesome for her myself. So please write this poor, little soldier boy a letter. In fact I have a premonition I might get one tomorrow. Ha.

I see you.

Goodnight Sweetheart

I love you

(- —- —) Walt.

I loves ya Honey—I love you.




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