6 Aug 1944
Sunday
Lady Mine,
Sunday night and I am back here in the office to type you a letter and, lordy lordy, what little there is to tell you but I shall make an effort anyway for I want to talk to my paper doll for a while even though I do not have anything of importance to say. I guess really I seldom do, eh Toots?
Today has
been a long and lonesome day. I was up
at half after six this AM however, and then off to the green sward to play
myself a game of golf in the early morning hours before old sol burned down so
hard it would not be any fun. I was good
today honeybunch with and eighty two for the eighteen. I put it that way so that you would not think
that I was talking about the first nine.
And I counted every stroke too (someone was watching me). I honestly feel guilty every time that I go
to the golf course and then come back and read the paper about the tough
fighting that some of the boys are doing.
I wouldn’t tell anyone else but you that I was playing golf these
days. Then back for lunch and the two o’
clock afternoon (Sunday only) matinee’.
Saw “The Eve of
I cut a little poem out of the paper, dearest, I want to send you. I didn’t write it but it sure strikes the words that I would have liked to have thought up myself to say to you if I could think up that sort of thing, rather I mean, if I could put that sort of thing in the paper words for I do think them.
What I thought was the malaria getting the old boy seems to have passed off in the last couple of days and I am sure glad, for I simply hate to feel badly and also I was a little worried, for that stuff does not always leave you for many years, relapses occurring from time to time regardless of where you are. There is of course different sorts of fever rampant here, none of which are bad, except malaria, but which makes one feel rotten for a spell. The sand flies, of which we have plenty, give one kind of mild fever so there is no telling. I suppose that now that I have said that it is gone from me that tomorrow I will have a nice headache and all. Well I am not superstitious (that’s not correct, oh well).
I have
thought so much of Jolly Ford. I am sure
sorry for Sing. You know that they were
childhood sweethearts and have been around each other all their lives. Jolly was a fine man and devoted to his
family. He did not want very much to go
to war. He never said much but I
definitely gathered as much over the time I was around him. He was willing of course but not red hot like
some. That is the way it goes and if
they let those people off lightly this time that caused all of this, and I
don’t mean the leaders only, either, it will be the worlds biggest blunder if
not crime. Yet I have the feeling that
in the long run that that is likely to happen.
I hope not, I sure hope not. Why
did Sing pick Huston to live in? (I know how to spell
Gee, I am full of questions. “You never tell me anything”. Where have I heard that before?
You should see my fuzzy and I mean fuzzy mustachio. For lack of something to interest me I have been diligently cultivating one these last two weeks and it is really getting long. I am going to let it grow and grow this time until I have one of those Eyetalian [Italian] kinds and it is well on its way. I shall not cut of such a work of art either when you greet me with that “Get that thing off of there, right now”. Do you think that you will be able to get used to kissing an Eyetalian [Italian] gentleman with flowing handle bars? I am determined too; I will not cut it off for it is the time of life that a guy like me should be in possession of one of those. A guy’s wife should be able, in fact, should be proud of such an accomplishment. Besides I want to look fierce in case the enemy attacks us here--.
Well my very dearest this has just been a chat--- for as I say there is nothing of real interest to convey. I want to say though Diane dear that I love and adore you and am oh so very glad and happy that you are my wife, no man ever had a better. I just plain love you sweet lady. Adios.
Edwin