Walt’s last message in November—”deflate all hopes now”—but their wedding announcement has appeared in the paper and there is a party planned (or maybe it already took place).
A transcript follows the letter images.
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
Nov 30, 1942.
How are you four or five days from now? Sounds crazy doesn’t it, but that is just about what it amounts to. I say “How are you today?” You get it almost a week later. Ha.
Well Honey—I guess I’ll slowly start to deflate all hopes now. I
started went in to see the C.O. this morning and he told me that he couldn’t arrange a furlough for me. So I ask him if I could get passes overnight if you came here. He said it might be possible to get them until 9:00. And he would find out—I let it go at that—he might as well find out altho I don’t intend to make use of it. I don’t ( believe) believe
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we would like it at all if I could only stay in town until 9:00. It would be 5 or 6:00 before I could get in to town—3 hrs. wouldn’t hardly be satisfactorily. I know I wouldn’t like it a bit. So Honey—as much as I hate to say so it looks as tho we’re at the end of our rope for the present. I can’t think of a thing to do about it either Ruth. Guess I’ve run into something that is more then a match for me.
I can’t say much about it that is satisfactorily explainable in regards as to how I feel—I’m (
alf) awfully, awfully sorry. I can’t tell you just how sorry I am.
I just recieved a couple of letters from you. You tell about the party etc. not knowing for sure whether our plans are going to work or not. While I know they are not. You want to know how long it will be—I can’t tell you now—I don’t know, I have no way of knowing. If it wasn’t for what I said the other nite I swear a blue streak now—but that
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wouldn’t do me any good I guess. What bothers me is you away up there maybe feeling blue and me away down here not being able to do anything about it. That is what burns me up. If there is anything worse then something going on that you don’t like and you can’t do anything about it I’d like to know what it is. Especially when it concerns the one you love. I guess I may as well quit “beefing” about it. I’m not going to forget it tho. I’ve got the nicest habit of repaying people for things—Someday I may get a good chance to cram some red tape down somebodies throat. All the plans made, clothes bought—nothing in the world to stop us but red tape. Aw—Shut up Pittman!
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You spoke of a kiss you think of often. Do you know a night I think of now and then, and often—I mean (illegible cross out) one of several night—The night the Northern Lights played. Out on some boulevard—Southern Boulevard. isn’t that the one? Wow—What a night. That was one time I felt like a (
heeel) heel and still felt perfectly O.K. Or am I getting two nights mixed up—guess I am. We were out twice on S. Boulevard. Yes?
To tell the truth I guess we’ve got a lot of things to remember and more to look forward to. Well Honey—Here’s hoping we get a break soon—
I Love You
I Love You
x Walt x
x xxxx xxx
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[lots of Xes with superscript numbers and letters (?)]