Letter to Yvette from Howard, May 4, 1943.

Letter to Yvette from Howard, May 4, 1943.

military routine, recruits

Howard describes how he worked the hardest he had ever worked and how there is a new kid in the company.

Sarty, Howard L. 1919-1977.

Harvey, Gretchen (donor).

Courtesy of the Concordia College Archives.

1943-05-04

Will Kuball (digitization, metadata, transcription)

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Correspondence

English

Text

1943-05-04

Camp Campbell, Kentucky

Correspondence


Camp Campbell, Kentucky
May 4, 1943
10:00 PM.
Hello darling:
Well to-day [sic] I think I’ve worked the hardest that I ever worked since I came in the army. First the motor Sgt. [Sergeant] took sick and they sent him to the doctor and about an hour after that they took the machine to the hospital so between acting motor Sgt., clerk and machine I’ve had quite a busy day. Well how are you to-day [sic] anyway? I got a letter from you and if you don’t get a bigger envelope you’ll have to get a smaller stamp. Gee darling isn’t this war every going

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to end? Well darling I got paid to-day [sic] so I’m sending what I got saved and you do what you want with it. I love you so much darling that I got up in the middle of the night and look[ed] at your picture that I got about one foot away from me on a little shelf, so I can almost sleep with you every night. Darling we got a new kid down here and he[‘s] driving one of the tanks. He’s twenty one years old and a married man already. His eighteen year old wife came down here to live and you talk about a happy guy. He’s only been married since Dec. 26, 1943. Oh well, I guess some people have all the luck. Well darling will you still marry me if the war last[s] ten years and I’m going to have to quit writing because this is my last sheet of paper. Goodnight darling and sweet dreams. I love you

Howard.