May 17, 1945

My Dearest Darling Sweetest Dolly:

Someday I am going to start a letter different, and surprise you. I love you honey, and that is the only way I can say it. Three letters came today, the 4-5-6 of May yesterday was the 7^th. That was what I meant when I said your letters was a little mixed. I wanted to see what you thought of that picture. I’m glad you liked it. I wish it was me instead of just a little old picture. Someday you are going to get peeved at me, for all the wishing and hoping I do in my letter. But gosh darn I wish you knew how bad I want to get home to you. I’ll love you always.

We went to a show today to show us how, and what they were going to do with everyone now that this war is finished. The main thing was that the war with Japan is still going on. It all makes me sick. They can’t tell what the Japs are thinking and how soon they will fold up. But I am willing to make a bet, it won’t take as long as they say it will. I wish I knew what they were going to do with us. I hope it is home.

Parker and Bennett and I were having the usual old argument yesterday about beautiful sunny Calif. It was silly in a way, we were talking about building houses. Parker said he was going to have all the water pipes on the outside of the house. Then I wanted to know how he would keep the pipes freezing. He raised up out of bed- yelled- what in Calif? I’ve seen it cold out there- and twice as disagreeable as any place I have ever been. Of course you living at home didn’t notice it like I did. So my darling, you don’t need to worry about me starting the old argument with you. I’ll live anyplace if you say you like it.

Do you mean to say you don’t remember reading about St. Mere Eglise in France? It was nothing but ruins, and I guess they raised hell- it looked worse than any place I have seen so far. It’s going to take a good many years to come near building some of these places up. The people in the states don’t realize how lucky they are, they have everything just as it always was- but they bellyache ten times more than any of these people over here. At times I wouldn’t give a damn if they took my rights as a citizen of the US away from me. It’s just when I think of some of the so and so’s back there. That’s the way I feel can you imagine how some of these people feel that have been here for two or three years?

I’ll bet Grandma McGinty is a pretty busy woman the way she picks the names for those movies- and I liked the coming attraction. You probably forgot what I wrote. It is hard to write letters when it takes them so long to get here and return. But here I go wishing again. I hope I see you soon.

I have to answer Pete’s letter, and I had better make it a good one. It’s been so long since I wrote her a decent letter, it’s always been one of those short little things. But it was a letter. Now that I have a little more time maybe I can get one out. At times it seems like I have a lot of time; then again I don’t have any. Things are getting a little straightened out now. Straightened out so they make us get up for reveille in the mornings- I hope I get out of this army soon. It disgusts me more everyday. Can you imagine a guy almost thirty one saying- I want to go home. I’ve said it so darn many times. I’m getting tired listening to it myself. I just love you too much honey.

I was just having the Valentine and Ainsworth high school news read to me. It doesn’t sound any different than it use to. But it doesn’t say anything about Long Pine. I wonder what that place looks like? It wouldn’t look the same to us.

Well my busy little lady, I will say good night again- and tell you that I love you- I love you. I’m going to yell it at you when I get home. I’ll love you always. Lots of kisses.

Your ever loving,

Giles