20 September 1942 (2)

Walt sets the scene in the barracks in terms of the sounds of different kinds of music, soldiers talking and playing cards, and the sounds of machines and trains outdoors. It’s that kind of a scene you can imagine in an old WWII movie that illustrates camaraderie among soldiers before they go to war.

A transcript follows the letter images.







I Love You,

Sept. 20, 1942

Hello Again Sweetheart,

I don’t have the slightest idea what I am going to write about, I could write to a half a dozen people I owe letters to, but I would rather write to you, you are the only one I like to write to—you’re my Honey—don’t cha know.

This barracks is a mixture of guys talking, a radio playing jazz, a fellow playing “Hill Billy” on a Guitar and two guys accompaning him with some lousy singing—also a Diesel grader plus a train now and then on the outside—Altogether this place is in an uproar and my mind is a blank which is nothing unusual.

I have my blouse and O.D. breeches all cleaned and ready to wear, we will very likely change over at the end of the month or approximately that time. I think they look a little better then our (Kaiki)

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summer uniform. If I ever get a —— I’m going to wear them. I hope a hope.

There is a beautiful old song being played now—a classic of somekind—I don’t know the name but I’m sure you do. I wish we could listen to it together; Listening to it by myself makes me sad and lonely—If we were together listening to it I would be very happy. I’m sure we both would be happy, Yes? Yes They are changing the tempo now just slightly faster—Maybe our hearts would beat a little faster—right with the music—I know they would music or no music.

Some of the fellows want to play “P-knuckle” (Ha)—They have been trying to coax me to learn to play but I don’t care any to much for card games—they are too slow,—they are all right sometimes, especially if you can make a trip now and then to the Refrigerator—Ha—Isn’t that right?

I’m getting very restless again, you know those moving streaks I get—I


somehow can’t explain them—I just want to go. I always did get them—move, move, move, I guess the last move I’ll make will be to you and then I’ll feel like moving no “mo.” Unless we move together. Do you ever feel like you just had to go someplace and then go again—just anywhere—I don’t (s) suppose you do—Anybody that is in their right mind usually knows what they want to do and where they want to go.

They are playing a waltz now—I don’t know the name but it is very pretty. Like you—You are also very, very pretty or have I told you before—well—anyway—I’ll tell you again—I think you are the most beautiful person on earth, if I hadn’t of thought it I never would have lingered long in Youngstown. I didn’t intend to in the first place but I know a sweet little girl who can work wonders with me. I’m never going to leave her.


Well Honey—I think I’ll sign off for tonight—So—

Goodnight Sweetheart

I Love You

x Walt x

I Love You


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