Letter to Yvette from Howard Sarty, April 23, 1943.

Letter to Yvette from Howard Sarty, April 23, 1943.

Sleep depravation, Longing

Howard describes how he dreamt of Yve and it was interrupted by his alarm clock. He goes on to talk about his friend Mike and how he misses Yve.

Sarty, Howard L. 1919-1977.

Harvey, Gretchen (donor).

Courtesy of the Concordia College Archives.

1943-04-23.

Will Kuball (digitization, metadata, transcription)

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Correspondence

English

Text

1943-04-23

Camp Campbell, Kentucky

Correspondence


Camp Campbell, Kentucky
April 23. 1943
Darling:
Thanks for the box of candy I got to-day [sic]. It’s been quite a while since I had any good candy. You see, down here they got us rationed to[o]. All we can eat is two bars of candy a day at the P.X. [Post Exchange] and they don’t taste so bad. Well here I am with Mike to night [sic]. He just came in from a long convoy and he says he’s tired. He just got a letter from his wife (Mary) and she said that she was listening to the program from Camp Campbell to[o] and she wanted to know if he was there. Darling last night I had a dream

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and in it you were living in Clarksville. That’s a [sic] little town about seven miles from camp and I was going in to see you every night. Well anyway this [illegible deletion] night I was on my way to seen you and when I got to the door I punched the doorbell and the alarm clock went off. That[‘s] the trouble with this army. They even spoil a good dream. Darling do you still think I’ll be home for Easter? If you do you’ve better change your plans because as much as I’d like to I can’t. Se[e] I might as well get used to the idea of staying here for a little while longer. We got to get this group of boys we got here now ready to get over the waves in about an other [sic] month of two. Well darling I still love you even more than I can say. I can’t

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begin to express my feelings because there[‘s] no word for it. Well darling there’s getting to be a paper shortage so I’ve got to quit for to night [sic]. But just in case you think I’m going out and spending my money instead of spending it to [sic] [on] you I’m not. I got forty dollars I[‘m] spending [on] you if I don’t get a furlough before pay day. Good night, darling and I’ll always love you.

Howard.