03 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 3, 1943    0900

Dear Sweetheart -

If I write like fury without interruption – I may be able to get this out in this morning’s mail.

Darling – I missed you terribly after you left. I walked down about 2 cars and waited. I wanted to come back and kiss you again – but I thought it better not to – then I waited until your train pulled out and walked slowly away. My emotions could best be described as an admixture, dear – but one thing I was sure of, and that was that I knew I was deeply in love with you; I just felt like I had never felt before. It was a good feeling and one darling that will stand me in good stead for the duration I’m sure.

I called your Mother. She answered the phone and said she knew it was going to be I.

I got back to Camp at 11 p.m. or 2300 I should say. This a.m. has been terrible so far. I’ve already given a lecture 0730 – 0830 on Malaria – to the whole battalion – at one of the theaters. I haven’t seen the Col. as yet so I don’t know how much he was put out by my leaving Sat p.m. I understand everyone was around all week-end.

Dear – I’ve got to stop right now or the ambulance will leave. I’ll call you tonite dear and until then –

All my love

Greg

04 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct 3, 1943    1600

Darling -

Even at the expense of being ‘stale’, I am at least going to start this letter but like the Five Star Final Edition I won’t seal it until tomorrow – so that I can include the latest dope.

I wrote so hurriedly this morning, dearest, I hardly remember if I put my words and thoughts together correctly. I do know I tried to tell you I loved you and will continue to. All day today I was aware of a somewhat futile feeling, a sensation of being so near you and yet not being able to see you. The battalion was restricted today as to passes; I’m still not sure about officers, and no word has come through about Der Tag. I don’t know why I seemed so indecisive Sunday when we talked about a possibility of my coming up to Holyoke. I know darling that if there’s any possible chance – that I’ll come scooting up; you can bet on that. Right now that opportunity is in the realm of fantasy. We are getting ready as if to move out on the day you already know. Everything will be turned in, packed etc. But one can never tell. It’s funny how you like to look forward to each successive isolated chance of seeing someone you care for; it’s like putting off the bitter medicine – but it’s human.

Right now, dear, I’m in our Dispensary, writing at a desk for the first time in a long while; getting soft, I guess. I keep thinking of the past few days, and how swell it was of you, Sweetheart – to come in and spend so much time with me. One thing about not knowing you over a long period of time is the fact that I can start at the beginning and relive over and over again each time we went out together, – and pleasant times they were, too, darling.

I’ve got to stop now and go over to inspect the men’s barracks, dear. I’ll write later –

Oct 4-43       0730

Wilma dear –

‘Later’ became this morning but since then I’ve spoken with you and it was a wonderful boost for a very lonesome day. I love speaking with you, too, darling and shall miss it more than I dare think.

After I spoke with you last night, dear, we stayed in our room (Charlie and I share the same room) until about 2000 – labeling some of our clothes, e.g. underwear, handkerchiefs etc. There’s a specified way of doing it, by the way – the last name’s initial, and the last 4 numbers of the serial no; so that mine reads A----. If I have anything left after the war, dear, you’ll get used to seeing the number. No – I’ll throw everything away and start fresh.

This morning I’m having my sleeping bag cleaned, but the big problem this week, dear, is laundry and dry cleaning. We hate to give anything away – because if we move out we’ll lose it. I guess we’ll have to do our own laundry – and boy – I have a bunch of it this week. Anyway – we have wash-tubs in our barracks; lucky.

Well, darling, I’ll have to stop now and do a little work. I’ve had 2 or 3 interruptions already. The boys are making plans for Wednesday nite; I’m not entering into the spirit of it – I’m afraid. They all want to know why and I tell them I’m in love. How do you like that? Anyway – if I don’t go to the movies – I’ll go stag and have a few perhaps. It’ll be right in camp, anyway.

I’m looking forward to calling you tonite dearest – and I do love you – remember that – and as I always say – HARD.  So long for now, dear and

All my love

Greg

06 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 6, 1943    0715

Dear Sweetheart –

Again I’ll try an early start, but I know I’ll end up in a dead heat with the first out-going mail. However it’s worth it, dear, if the letters get to you early. Your letter yesterday p.m. was very sweet, dear, as are all your letters as a matter of fact. I always admired your frankness and you carry it forward in your writing. That’s good. A good many people have different styles – in speaking and writing, and that leads to artificiality. There’s one thing, Sweetheart, that I’m sure about us – and I know you long enough to be sure – there’s nothing artificial in our relationship, and I hope you feel the same way. You must, dear, or you could never react the way you do.

0835

Darling – At 0745 we had a battery commanders’ meeting and I had to attend. Several things were taken up but most important, dear, was the fact that we have not yet received anything more definite than what you already knew – and in view of the fact that a certain amount of days should be allowed beforehand, it would seem that I’ll be around a few days more, at least. As to passes etc., I still don’t know, but I honestly can’t see why we shouldn’t be allowed some time off. Of course – Saturday is Yom Kippur – but since I couldn’t get the morning off anyway – the Lord will forgive me I’m sure if I took off for your section of the country on Saturday p.m. Is this idle dreaming? I suppose so, but I see no great harm. You know dear, if I could see you again before going away, and we said our “so-longs” again – we’d really become inured to saying “farewell, until we meet again”; it’s been twice already. That alone, darling, puts me way ahead of the nearest competitor, doesn’t it?

You did please me, dear, in what you told me on the phone – and I shall enjoy reading it just as much. That I feel proud about such a reaction on your part goes almost without saying; that I feel the same way – has already been said by me. Naturally I don’t feel that you should necessarily continue to act that way; don’t get me wrong, darling; nothing would please me more; I’m merely trying to be reasonable. At any rate I’m glad you’re not going out with that doctor, whoever he is. I don’t like young doctors! As for me – I like girls, but their first names have to be Wilma, their last – B--------d; they must be Seniors at Holyoke, & live at 99 M------y Rd. Oh – and they have to be sweet and lovable, and like Salem. If I ever meet a girl like that, by gum I’ll marry her!

As I told you, dear, I saw ‘Thank Your etc.’ and “Claudia”. Both were very good. In the former – Bette Davis sings “They’re Either Too Young or Too Old” – and does a nice job. “Claudia” has some fine parts to it, with dialogue and little speeches at parts that I wish I could speak sometimes.

Tonite is party nite in our outfit. Charlie and I bought some Ron Virgin Rum and will tie one on a bit. Pauline is now in Phila. – so we’ll have ourselves to drink with.

For now, darling – that’s all. I’m looking forward to your letters and calling you – and oh! If I could only see you this week-end! It would be a long ride – but worth it. We’ll see. I’m short on gas tickets – but could probably just about make it. Solong, dear, for now and

All my love

Greg

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07 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct 7, 1943    0720

Dear Wilma -

To prove I am not a rummy, I’m writing just as early as ever. Considering the brawl last night, it is quite a feat, dear – believe me. I am in the Dispensary now and tired, mostly in the throat though. We sang and sang – and occasionally drank. Best of all was the professional entertainment that had been arranged for. It was really good.

Today should really be closing out day and all preparations are being taken to make it that way – so that if we had to move out on the appointed day – we could. Unless something comes in today, and I don’t think it can, we’re still here, Sweetheart, and I’m not angry one bit. (The battalion as a whole is, however.)

Darling, the thought of coming up to Holyoke is extremely stimulating, and I wouldn’t believe it until I actually got there. I mentioned to Pete last night that I might if I were off – and he said he wouldn’t mind going up again at all – if he could. To be perfectly frank, dear, I’d rather see you alone, but having Pete along would help make the ride considerably shorter. I’ll speak with you tonight, darling, and hear what you have to say. We can still be alone.

As I told you on the phone – I enjoyed your last letter very much, dear, for its sincerity. I hope, too, that you continue to think mine are and that you never think they’re mushy. I’ll admit that I’ve been writing in a style I’ve never used before, and sometimes I wonder myself. But I know that I’m writing what I would say to you – and I never sounded that way to you, have I? My metamorphosis thru the mail which you have noticed, Sweetheart, is only a reflection of myself, and if you like the tone – I’m glad. Certain it is, dear, that I like yours.

I’m fortunate dear in not having as many diversions as you – because I can then concentrate on my love for you. And am I doing it! Concerning bridge – I shall learn. I suppose they’ll change the game though when I get back. I’ll teach you what I know about golf, Darling, but I warn you, there’s lots of wooded sections on a golf course – and I’ll kiss you all over the place, honestly.

I didn’t think I could write this much (oh – it’s not so long) this morning. I’m going to stop now – but I did want to say I didn’t think you were redundant in your letter. And as for being your ‘dearest’ – darling that’s what I want to be always. That, of course, would make us all even. Solong for now, Sweetheart and here’s hoping I see you Saturday. All my love

to you dear

– Greg.

08 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 8, 1943    0710

Darling -

This will not be a letter in any sense of the word; I like to think I’ll be able to see you tomorrow instead. If I don’t – there never will have been a more disappointed soldier in the Army, dear.

Not a damn definite word emanates from HQ. It is assumed that the enlisted men will be allowed to go on a pass, but the officers – ah yes! the officers – as usual get the short end of the stick.

I told Pete the arrangements we made and he’s about as anxious as I am. I assume you made reservations for dinner too, Sweetheart. If we do get off – we’ll proceed to Holyoke and stop at the Hotel to wash up and dress. I’ll call you when we arrive – if we’re late. If early, dear, we’ll change and proceed.

Now – not another word, darling – not another word – except to say I can hardly wait to see you and tell you how I feel about you. Well why doesn’t he say it! Well all right, dear – I love you tremendously and will tell you that! So long for now, dear and

All my love

Greg.

11 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Sept 14, 1943    0905

Hello Darling -

I am now ready to sit down amidst turmoil and confusion and write you a “lengthy” epistle, dear. First – let me thank you, darling, for a wonderful week-end, every minute of which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was all the more enjoyable because it was unexpected – something extra, so to speak.

We arrived here at 0015 – after an uneventful trip. It was cold, dear, and Pete did use the blanket. Charlie came in from Philly just as I was falling off to sleep – so we bulled a little. I slept well, but before you could say “I Love You” – it was 0545 and we were off for revelry and calisthenics. I have already done a bit of work this a.m., have sent the films down the line to be developed, written a card to the folks and Stan and here I am Sweetheart. I’ve got to go to the bank soon – no not to draw money for myself, but to straighten out some details about Medical Detachment Fund, of which I am custodian. I don’t know as yet whether anything new has developed, dear, but as usual I’ll keep you posted on the latest development.

Well, darling, I’m surprised I’ve been able to get this far this a.m. I’ll close now and write tomorrow, dear. Until then – or rather until tonite when I call you – So long for now.

With Sincerest Love

Greg

Oh yes – I do Love You.

G.

12 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 12, 1943    0720

Dearest Wilma -

You made me laugh last night when I spoke with you, dear, but you won – showing you how strong I am in reference to you. To take some of the glory from your ‘victory’, I’ll confess to a strong desire to calling you, anyway, so don’t feel darling – that you changed my mind very much.

I was interested, dear, in your father’s calling you and what he had to say. What his reaction to your statement actually was causes me wonder. I’ll have to just wait and see. Obviously I’ve got your parents a little concerned, or you have. I do realize this however – that whenever the time came or comes for you to decide yourself – war or no war, they would probably go thru the same emotions, regardless who the fellow might be. And that’s understandable, dear, in view of your being an only child and still a youngster – in their eyes.

My own reactions, darling, are somewhat mixed. Were there no war, I know what I’d do. Having met your folks often enough to be able to speak with them freely, I believe I would tell them how much I love you, that I intend to court you until such a time as all factors would agree that we probably knew what we were doing, and then marry you. I think that would be the way to do it, don’t you, dear? The war is an awful barrier to straightforwardness, however. If I speak my mind now, I may be being very unfair to you and your future reactions. I wouldn’t want to hold you down or embarrass you in any way whatsoever after I leave. I’m gambling, in other words, that you will be around, that you will want to marry me.

So how about now then, darling? Well – your folks, despite your mother’s (I believe feigned) failure to understand me, I shall continue to love you more and more, see you until the last possible moment, keep in contact with you always. I think your folks will get the general idea. Now, don’t get me wrong, dear. I like and admire your folks very very much, and I’m not critical at all of their reactions. I understand fully, I think, how they must feel when their daughter tells them she loves a man, – any man. All parents must feel the same when a daughter speaks that way. All I will try to do in the future is to try to make them love me as they do you; for my part, I know I’m very fond of them now and I know I could easily get to love them as I do my own parents.

Well, well, well – what a dissertation! Excuse me, dear, if I stepped on touchy ground, but I feel I know you well enough to speak that way.

Last night’s Officers’ class was very interesting and informative – all about getting on and off a ship, under conditions of stress; clinging to the sides, going down nets etc. Today we go down to the Demolition area to witness the workings of Booby traps, land mines, anti-personnel mines etc. Nothing new has come in as yet – and if nothing does – I’ll be able to get off this week-end; if so – I’m a lucky guy!

Darling, I’ve got some work to do now – so I better stop. I hope to hear from you today (I didn’t yesterday). Also – I’ll look for the bars today – and if I can’t find them – don’t worry, dear, I’ll get more.

So long for now Sweetheart – and all my love

Greg.

13 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 13, 1943    0725

Darling Wilma –

I was surprised, sorry and worried to hear that you were ill and I do hope that by now your throat is greatly improved. With your tonsil tabs removed – you shouldn’t be getting sore throats, dear, but I will say this – your cigarette smoking is certainly a contributory factor. Anyway, dear, I hope you are feeling better by now.

As you know, I had to attend a Court Martial last night. It lasted until 2200, and just in time for bed. This a.m., Sweetheart, I really feel rested for the first time this week – and by week-end’s time, I’ll be raring to go – so you had better be cured!

Your mention of writing to your folks, dear, worried me a little, in view of what you had to say concerning your feelings towards them Sunday night. I hope you didn’t write anything to hurt their feelings or antagonize them in any way. That is not the way to approach the matter at all – as of course you know, dear.

This morning, darling, our sick call is tremendous, so I’m beginning to suspect a bit of Gold-bricking. If so, I have the medicine necessary to prevent a recurrence.

And so help me, dear, I have not yet gone over to the car to look for your bars. I don’t think I’ll find them there, though – because I was in the car Monday a.m. and didn’t notice a thing.

Concerning this week-end, Sweetheart, – right now I see no reason why I won’t be off. Remember, always though – this is the Army. I can’t foresee any complication right now. It will certainly be a treat to be able to get in again. I’ve applied for gas. The rationing board is here on the Post, and with my tongue in my cheek, I wrote that I see Officers’ wives and children off the Post when they’re sick. I do, actually, but in Govt. transportation. Shh!

Darling – I’ll stop now and I’m looking forward to calling you later today. I hope you’re feeling much better, dear – and please take care of yourself. So long for now and

All my love

Greg.

14 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 14, 1943    0655

Dearest Girl -

I’ll be writing swiftly again today, dear, because I have another lecture this morning from 0730 – 0830 (and Friday too, incidentally.) I got here this a.m. a little bit earlier so that I could get started.

I was glad to hear, darling, that you were feeling better; but I don’t like the idea that you still have a temperature. So take care of yourself until you are afebrile, will you dear?

Last night after I spoke with you – we had a songfest, about ½ dozen of us, in the shower room. About 8:30 p.m. we decided to go over to the Coon Club and relax awhile. So we did and had a few. Nothing strenuous, dear – nothing strenuous. We got back a little after midnight. Incidentally, Sweetheart, have you by any chance noticed the moon these past few nights? It’s very very aggravating to be alone on such nights, dear, but having someone dear to think of – helps a great deal.

I believe I told you, darling, about the gas – I hope I get the tickets on Friday. Your last letter, Sweetheart, was frank, but so are you and I love you for that as well as for many other reasons. Remember that I’m not used to telling girls I love them and inherently I’m perhaps less outwardly affectionate than you, dear – but I still don’t think you’ll find me wanting.

Darling I know this is short – but I’ve got to go now. I’ll tell you all the nice things I think of when I see you Saturday night, and that day can’t come too soon for me. Until tonight, then, darling – so long and

All my love

Greg.

18 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 18, 1943    0620

Darling Wilma -

I like to put ‘Wilma’, after ‘darling’. You know why? That’s so I can write ‘darling’ with a capital letter. That’s perfectly clear, now – I hope.

Well, Sweetheart – I came close to calling you at school last night, just to say ‘hello!’ I know I had seen you a good part of the day, etc. – but I felt very happy and wanted to tell you so. But for the life of me – when 1000-1015 came along – I found I had a half dollar, two dimes – and no more change . No one else was in the barracks, and of course – there isn’t a thing open in camp at that hour. I was almost tempted to reverse the charge – but thought better of that plan immediately. Anyway, dear, I felt like talking with you.

This past week-end, dearest, was wonderful in every respect and seemed to be a natural culmination of what we both want. Nothing pleases a fellow who loves a girl (and I do love you, dear) more than to know that besides the love of the girl – he has at least the respect of her folks, and to know that your folks don’t object to me, not passively as before, but actively, naturally is what I wanted most, next to your love. I know they won’t be sorry.

I took my time going back, dear, and as I’ve said, found no one here. From what I gathered so far this a.m. (and it’s not much – as you can see by the hour) – nothing new has come up. But oh, darling, it’s going to be so difficult when something does turn up. I hate to think of it, especially when I know it’s so near.

I haven’t gone to breakfast as yet. There’s no one in the dispensary right now – and I thought I could commune with you in writing more quietly now, than later. Also at 0800 I have an appointment at the Dental clinic to have my teeth cleaned. I have broken this – or other appointments, rather – on 3 occasions, so I’m going to try to make this one today. I don’t have to lecture until 1300 – so I’m all set for the morning.

Darling, at the cost of repeating myself (as lovers do, I think – and I can see why) I want to tell you again that I’m very very happy that things have worked out as they have, that I love you and find my love returned, that you like my folks, and they you – and about your folks, too. All these things I will have to think about in days when I can do nothing but think – and the thoughts will help carry me through, I know.

I’ll call you tonight, darling, and I hope dear that your cold is much better! That’s all for now, dear and remember you’ll always have my deepest and sincerest love.

Greg

19 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 19, 1943    0715

Dearest Girl –

It is now 0755. I got as far as the salutation and then had to see a few sick soldiers. I’m back at my desk again, dear, and will try to write fast enough to get this out in the early mail.

It was swell talking with you, darling, as it always is of course – but somehow or other, each week-end has brought us closer together, and the last week-end was certainly no hindrance. It’s been steady and gradual, and I think – sensible. So that I can’t help but experience a sense of responsibility, possession, – a “you-belong-to-me” feeling. You don’t mind, dear, do you? I hope you feel the same about me.

Ordinarily – today and yesterday would have been dull and gray. It’s raining a steady drizzle, but I don’t feel blue or lonesome, at all, dear – and I have you to thank for that.

Last night, as I told you, dear – a hike was canceled because of rain. A couple of us went to the movies at 2000. We saw “Girl Crazy” with M. Rooney and J. Garland. It was a typical musical – featuring old songs by the Gershwin Brothers. It was pretty good and had a fair amount of laughs.

I climbed into bed about 2215 and couldn’t (or wouldn’t) fall asleep. You’re really cutting down on my sleep, darling, because not only do I stay awake thinking, but I find myself waking up in the early hours of the morning – and I start where I left off the night before. But I wouldn’t miss it for anything dear.

Today – more lecturing, checking up, presenting a few cases before the C.D.D. Board (Certificate of Disability Discharge). I expect we’ll go on the hike tonite – if it stops raining.

Again, darling, no news so far this morning, and I don’t want to be quoted – but I’d just as soon never get any. But I’m afraid, dear – that the war wouldn’t be won that way. My only hope is that it won’t be as long as some of the pessimists indicate it might be. I want to come back to those I love (Oh – what a prominent place you occupy, dearest!) and get started on life with you. You know, dear – I never proposed to you formally, and I don’t think I ever will have to. But it seems to me that after going out with you about the 3rd time – I felt I’d like to marry you, and as I recall it – I told you so – in one way or another – I never dreamed, really, that I could encroach on your life, I never thought I would be so fortunate as to win your love. I’m a very lucky guy and I’m very very happy dear. I see no reason why everything shouldn’t work out the way we want it to, God-willing. Anyway I pray for it every night, and I feel that although I haven’t been the best man in the Lord’s eyes I can’t be very bad fundamentally – and that therefore my prayers will be answered.

Well, Sweetheart – I’d better stop and get this mailed. I’ll call you at 2200 tonite and I do love you more and more each day, dear.

My deepest love

Greg.

20 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 20, 1943    0800

Dear Sweetheart –

Again it was wonderful talking with you, dear, although seeing you in person is oh – so much better. I had just come back from the movies when I called you. The picture, by the way, was rancid – “Tornado”, and should have been swept away while being made. At any rate it helped kill a couple of hours, dear.

I enjoyed your letter very much, too, darling – and it was a longie at that; I’m glad that you feel certain, dear, about me. That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear from you – and I know also that my own love for you is deep, sincere and will be everlasting. I’m as positive about that, darling, as I’ve ever been of anything important in my life so far.

The making of your record, dear, sounded amusing and I know you’re being modest when you compare your voice to that of Marjorie Mills. I’m sure it’s more like Lyn Fontaine or Gertrude Lawrence. However – if it is in fact like Marj. Mills’ voice – “Well, dear,” he said with his tongue in his cheek, “Marj. Mills’ voice is the sweetest on the radio.” Well, now that I got that out of my system, I can go on.

I shall be glad to meet the fellow you mentioned, dear, and do whatever I can to help him if he needs help. I’m particularly anxious to see whether he shakes. (You called him jerky.)

Today, dear, is just another day except that it’s Wednesday and we have no classes. That means that Charlie W., Pete, Bill S., Bruce S. and one or two others will go down to the Coon Club, have dinner, a few Martinis and spend a quiet evening. We usually return about 2300. It’s good relaxation.

Incidentally, darling, I was amused at your calling me ‘conservative’. I can be as radical, unconventional, (I could even add immoral) as anyone I know. I know I’ve been somewhat conservative with you, but I want you to be aware of my capabilities (or shortcomings). As for coming down to Edwards, dear, – I would love to have you spend the week-end with me; – I guess you know that. I object only to the inconvenience to you in getting here and leaving here. The connections are really very poor. I’d much rather meet you in Providence, for that matter – but that also presents problems of one sort or another. As a matter of fact – I’d just as soon go up to Holyoke – and this time – alone. We could really be together, by ourselves – and for the greatest length of time. I don’t mind the drive at all. If there’s any doubt in your mind at all about your going home – tell me, Sweetheart – and we’ll spend the week-end together in Holyoke. I know my folks won’t mind as long as I tell them I’m spending the week-end with you. Think it over, dear, and anything you say is fine with me.

Darling – I’ll stop now. It’s 0845 – with all the delays etc. and I want to get his off. I’ll call you this evening and I’m just hoping nothing new develops. Keep your fingers crossed.

So long for now and

All my love

Greg

20 October, 1943 (Postcard)

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Written upon arrival home from the Coonamessett Club

"Coonamessett Club, Hatchville, Near Falmouth, Mass."


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about The Coonamessett Club

Hatchville is one of eight named villages within the incorporated town of Falmouth, Massachusetts. Beginning in 1917, under Directors Charles Crane, Richard Crane, Wilfrid Wheeler and the Leatherbee brothers, farming began on the improved Chadwick farm site at the north end of the 158-acre Coonamessett Pond, in Hatchville. The Chadwick farmhouse was converted in 1926 to the Coonamessett Inn, with ten overnight rooms and dining facilities. By 1933 the Resort had an eighteen-hole golf course and clubhouse, a polo field, tennis courts, riding stable, an airport on the north side of Coonamessett Road, and seaplanes on Coonamessett Pond.

Charles Cranes' children, Frances A. Crane and her brother John O. Crane built 25 pre-fabricated, heated cottages near the Inn in February, 1941. And four months later, on the east side of Coonamessett Pond they built the Coonamessett Club, which was filled with servicemen for nearly three years. The popular Club was a big New England barn replete with dance floor/skating rink, bowling alleys, game room, dining room and lounge. In 1949, the Club was transformed into the 650-seat Falmouth Playhouse for summer stock productions. The Falmouth Playhouse was still a popular nightspot until destroyed by fire in February 1994.

21 October, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 21, 1943    0720

Dear Sweetheart -

With the swiftness of the wind must I make with the pen right now – or I won’t make the early Pony Express. To wit – the Colonel and I are due at AAA headquarters at 0750 and the time seems to be flying – like the beat of my heart – for example, dear.

It was nice talking with you dear, last nite. I was kind of lonesome when I first spoke with you, but you helped me feel much better. We went directly home after I called you a second time – and got a reasonably good night’s sleep.

My throat is peculiar. It waxes and wanes from hour to hour – and I don’t know when something is going to come out or not. I’m sure it will straighten out in a day or two. At the prices they’re paying me – I’m a sucker to exert myself. I’m letting the other boys do the yelling now. All I have to do is walk around the theater and wake up the sleeping. It’s really not hard work. After the second awakening – we make them stand up for the rest of the lecture. It’s baby stuff – but it may mean a man’s life someday. It’s a sure bet – they won’t know how to take care of themselves if they’re sleeping while being told how.

How did I get on that subject, dear? Last night I believe I dreamed about us for 3-4 hours in a row. It was all one big jumble, but you were always there and the general vein of the dream was a happy one, darling.

I’m interested, dear, in what your mother had to say and how she happened to ask you to come in. I can’t wait to see you again, sweetheart, whenever it is. It’s already Thursday and no news, so I think everything is all set.

Darling I’ll have to close now. Here’s looking forward to seeing you very soon and giving you something more material than just written love. Until then, dear

All my love

Greg

25 October, 1943

[Note from FOURTHCHILD:
Greg left the 438th for the 570th between the 21st and the 25th.]

570^th AAA AW BN

Scorton’s Neck

Oct. 25, 1943    0745

Darling -

I’ll try to get off a few lines to you before going over to report to my new CO. He’s probably been expecting me since Sat. a.m. I’m in no hurry, dear, about that.

I arrived here at about 2200 last nite. I picked Pete up at the Statler and we stopped at my house for a minute to pick up clothes.

On arrival here I found the following news, dear – incidentally, dates and places not to be repeated – the 438th is to be at Camp Shank, Staten Island – the P.O.E. – on Nov. 8. That is definite and not just a readiness date. So there you are, darling, if I don’t get re-transferred in two weeks – I will have been snatched from the jaws.

The boys are all excited, of course. They all feel sure, by the way, that I’m going with them. Meanwhile I belong to the 570th and have to write over all property, funds etc. to Charlie – this a.m.

Sweetheart – I really must stop and get started. There’s a hundred things involved in changing outfits – and I should have done them Sat.

I’ll try to call you tonite – if I can – and if my new outfit doesn’t go out on a field problem.

The week-end was wonderful, dear, and I’m so glad that we understand each other as I think we do. It’s certainly an exciting feeling every time the thought flashes thru my mind – and it’s always flashing thru, dear.

That’s all – and so long.

All my love, dear

Greg

[P.O.E. = Point of Embarkation]

25 October, 1943 (2nd letter)

570^th AAA AW BN (SP)

Scorton’s Neck

Oct. 26, 1943    1110

Dearest Sweetheart –

I’ve been wanting to write you all morning, but I haven’t had the time – and it really didn’t make any difference because the mail hasn’t gone out. That includes the letter I wrote you yesterday p.m. They’ll both be taken back to Camp and mailed this afternoon, before 1630 I hope.

I was only a few minutes late for the meeting last night, darling, but I didn’t get very much out of it anyway. I was still thinking about you or us and about our telephone conversation. I had a little difficulty in hearing you, dear, but I did hear you say “yes” to a very very important question. It makes me very happy, darling; I didn’t mean to sound conceited when I said I knew you would. I meant only that I loved you so much that I wouldn’t give up until you said ‘yes’ – even if it meant almost squeezing you into a pulp; which reminds me of this paper I’m writing on. Isn’t it peachy?

Well – after the meeting, dear, I went back to the dispensary and fooled around with my radio which wasn’t functioning too well. By the time I got it working again it was 2145 and I got ready for bed.

I got up about 0730 and for the first time in 3 or 4 nites I didn’t cough at all. I believe I dreamed about you most of the night and it was all very nice!

About 0930 I made kitchen inspection, and by 438^th standards, all the kitchens were poor. I informed the Col. (his name is Rose – not J. and from Kansas) about them and he admitted that he had had trouble with them. So I’m to give the battery commander, mess officer and mess sergeants the ‘benefit of my experience’ and speak to them all in a group. (The Col. had heard that the 438^th had been commended by the General on its sanitary status.) Incidentally – I’m considered a veteran by the other officers, in view of my field experience, and I’m continually answering a variety of questions. Boy am I important! I’d rather be important in Salem, though.

That reminds me, I haven’t contacted anyone there and I won’t until I find out whether or not I’m to stay here. If so – maybe we can start visiting there again, huh?

Concerning my new Col – I still don’t know much about him of course, dear – but from the way he talked this morning, I think he’ll be very cooperative.

As plans are now, darling, we’ll be in Camp – or garrison as its called, for the rest of the week. Monday we go out on a 5 day problem. I don’t know anything about the dispensary schedule, but you can be sure, dear, that if it’s at all possible – I’ll be off. In that case, and even at the cost of several C stickers, I’ll try to come up to Holyoke. I’ll have to start taking it easy on my stickers soon, darling, as long as I’m going to be around. That means no extraneous driving for me when I’m not seeing you, how’s that?

Well, darling, I have to make some preparations for our move back this afternoon so I better stop now. I plan to call you Wed. at 1900, so until then, dear

All my love

Greg.

26 October, 1943

570^th AAA AW BN (SP)

Scorton’s Neck

Oct. 26, 1943    1110

Dearest Sweetheart –

I’ve been wanting to write you all morning, but I haven’t had the time – and it really didn’t make any difference because the mail hasn’t gone out. That includes the letter I wrote you yesterday p.m. They’ll both be taken back to Camp and mailed this afternoon, before 1630 I hope.

I was only a few minutes late for the meeting last night, darling, but I didn’t get very much out of it anyway. I was still thinking about you or us and about our telephone conversation. I had a little difficulty in hearing you, dear, but I did hear you say “yes” to a very very important question. It makes me very happy, darling; I didn’t mean to sound conceited when I said I knew you would. I meant only that I loved you so much that I wouldn’t give up until you said ‘yes’ – even if it meant almost squeezing you into a pulp; which reminds me of this paper I’m writing on. Isn’t it peachy?

Well – after the meeting, dear, I went back to the dispensary and fooled around with my radio which wasn’t functioning too well. By the time I got it working again it was 2145 and I got ready for bed.

I got up about 0730 and for the first time in 3 or 4 nites I didn’t cough at all. I believe I dreamed about you most of the night and it was all very nice!

About 0930 I made kitchen inspection, and by 438^th standards, all the kitchens were poor. I informed the Col. (his name is Rose – not J. and from Kansas) about them and he admitted that he had had trouble with them. So I’m to give the battery commander, mess officer and mess sergeants the ‘benefit of my experience’ and speak to them all in a group. (The Col. had heard that the 438^th had been commended by the General on its sanitary status.) Incidentally – I’m considered a veteran by the other officers, in view of my field experience, and I’m continually answering a variety of questions. Boy am I important! I’d rather be important in Salem, though.

That reminds me, I haven’t contacted anyone there and I won’t until I find out whether or not I’m to stay here. If so – maybe we can start visiting there again, huh?

Concerning my new Col – I still don’t know much about him of course, dear – but from the way he talked this morning, I think he’ll be very cooperative.

As plans are now, darling, we’ll be in Camp – or garrison as its called, for the rest of the week. Monday we go out on a 5 day problem. I don’t know anything about the dispensary schedule, but you can be sure, dear, that if it’s at all possible – I’ll be off. In that case, and even at the cost of several C stickers, I’ll try to come up to Holyoke. I’ll have to start taking it easy on my stickers soon, darling, as long as I’m going to be around. That means no extraneous driving for me when I’m not seeing you, how’s that?

Well, darling, I have to make some preparations for our move back this afternoon so I better stop now. I plan to call you Wed. at 1900, so until then, dear

All my love

Greg.

26 October, 1943 (2nd letter)

570^th AAA AW BN (SP)

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 26, 1943    2200

Darling Wilma –

I’ve just returned from a very miserable field problem held in a driving rainstorm. We set up the aid station in complete blackout. I sure was glad I had my new combination raincoat; the hood, dear, was a lifesaver.

I’m now in my new room in a different section of the Camp. I’m sharing this room, dear, with another Captain, T. by name – who is S-3 for the battalion (plans and training – or operations officer.) He seems to be a pleasant chap and very friendly.

We got back to Camp about 1500 and I went down to see Charlie to see what was new. It seems that the new M.D. isn’t working out at all and the Colonel is doing his best to get rid of him. Meanwhile, darling, Charlie had been up to AA Headquarters to find out my status – and dear he says the general implication is that I’ll be back in a few days. Sweetheart I’m in an awful dilemma. On the one hand I’m getting to like the idea of being with this outfit for several reasons. Most important of all is that it keeps me near to you. The one big thing I don’t like is the type of outfit I’m with. It’s just as bad as being with a tank battalion only it hasn’t got the defensive armor of tanks. My ambulance is like one of these tanks and undoubtedly our mission in this battalion would be to move with the first wave in a beach head landing or to go cross country with the infantry or armored forces. Now I’m not exactly yellow, Sweetheart – but there’s several ways for a doctor to fight a war, and this doesn’t seem to be the best way.

On the other hand, dear, if I should go back to the 438th, I’ll be leaving very shortly with perhaps this next week-end being the last for a while. Yet I understand that the 438th orders did not include staging here, which means they’ll be staged in N.Y. – which in turn means they’ll stay in N.Y. for awhile.

If you’ve followed me, darling, you’ll see that I’m confused. So much, so very much depends on what fate has in store for me the next few days, and I don’t know how much I should try to interfere with it. Only remember this, dear, for my own sake I care very little. I want so much to consummate our love, I dread the thought of anything that might interfere, and when all these problems arise that I’ve written you, I think then, sweetheart, only in reference to you and our future, and how our future might be affected by where I go, and when. Since I’ve been transferred to this outfit, the possibility of my becoming engaged to you before the war is over presented itself so strongly, that I’ve hardly thought of anything else. Going back to the 438th would be a bar to that. The crux of the whole matter, darling, is that I love you so very much that I don’t want to lose you, – I want to marry you when this is all over and all my thoughts revolve about that one delightful theme.

Wed – 0700

Darling –

My roommate came in while I was writing last nite and I couldn’t finish. I haven’t re-read this letter yet but I’ll bet it’s all mixed up. One thing is certain Sweetheart – and that is that the war must come to an end some day and I know that no matter where I go or with whatever outfit, that the Lord will allow me to come back to you, and what is just as important – that you will be there waiting. Darling that’s all for now. I haven’t had any mail from you yet. I’ll go down to the 438th and look for same this a.m. So long, Sweetheart and

All my love

Greg

27 October, 1943

570^th AAA AW BN (SP)

Camp Edwards, Mass

Oct. 25, 1943    1930

Dearest Sweetheart –

It was swell talking with you a short while ago. Just not having called you one night made me miss you terribly. It’s an awful feeling – . I’m sorry darling, that you didn’t get my first letter until Wednesday a.m.; and I tried so hard to get it out in the first mail. I didn’t realize, by the way, that I make the week-ends seem confused. Anyway you have it straight now, dear.

This afternoon, as I’ve already told you, Medwin called. He had been trying to contact me since Monday. I can understand his difficulty. He talked very nicely. I told him there was a good chance of my going up to So. Hadley – and you know what he said, darling? He said he could understand why I would be going up, since you were up there and worth going up to see. As if I didn’t know that myself!

Since he knows how to drive, I’m glad to have him come along anyway, and it ought to make the ride seem shorter than if I were going alone. I was planning to cut off at Palmer, however, and head for Three Rivers, etc. and directly into S. Hadley, rather than thru Holyoke. It’s considerably shorter that way. On the other hand – maybe I can meet you in Holyoke at the Hotel – and we can have that much more time together. No –, dear – I think it will be better if I pick you up. I can let him off at So. Hadley. He’ll be able to get over to Holyoke without too much trouble. I’d rather call for you at the School. I’m looking forward to it keenly, darling, and this time we won’t have to bother about fixing anyone up. We’ll be alone and that will be swell.

Today, Sweetheart, I had a busy day. This poor outfit has really needed an MD – and the boys, as well as the officers came in in droves. One of the Majors came in with a complaint that needed a certain type of ointment. He had had several and none had helped. I remembered a particular ointment that I had at the 438th dispensary and sent for some and gave it to him. Well, this evening he stopped me and said he wasn’t going to let me go back to the 438th because I was a good doctor etc. etc. and that was the first ointment that every helped his itch and burning. Of course, he’s got nothing to do with my staying, but he was complimentary anyway.

In a little while darling I’m going over to the Coonamessett Club and meet a few of the boys. I’ll have one or two for you too, dear, and then come back and get some rest. All right? I’ll stop now, dear, and write you a few lines in the a.m. It’s hard to write in the a.m. now because the Dispensary here is a madhouse from the moment I enter. Until tomorrow morning, Sweetheart – so long.

0730

Good Morning, Sweetheart –

I’m on my way to breakfast now. We went to the Coon Club – as expected. I now have a slightly used knife for our collection. Remind me to give it to you, dear. I can’t wait for Sat. to come – and I’ll have the car checked tomorrow so there won’t be any delay. Today is another busy time for me, but I don’t care. I’m thinking of Sat, dear. I’ll call you tonite – So long for now, darling and

All my love

Greg.

28 October, 1943

No letter today.    Just this:

* TIDBIT *

about Camp Edwards, Cape Cod

At Camp Edwards, the military erected 1,400 buildings including a 1,700-bed hospital and at its peak accommodated 70,000 soldiers awaiting transfer to Europe.

According to James C. O'Connell in Becoming Cape Cod: Creating a Seaside Resort:

“The shores of Cape Cod were in the war zone, vulnerable to bombardment by German U-boats, especially during 1942 and 1943. Several American cargo ships were attacked and sunk virtually within sight of the Cape.” Also on Cape Cod was “a Navy base a Woods Hold, anti-aircraft training center at Scorton Neck Beach in Sandwich, training facilities at Camp Wellfleet, and amphibious commando training units at Camp Can-Do-It in Cotuit and Waquoit. The Hyannis Airport was used to train Naval Air Corps cadets and became an Army Air Corps antisubmarine base. The General James E. Longstreet served as a target ship in Cape Cod Bay.”

Here are some photos:

Aerial Photo of Camp Edwards from the late 1930's


Rapidly constructed barracks and supporting buildings, 1941


A Typical Company Barracks


A Typical Company Mess Hall

These pictures came from "182nd Infantry Home Front" page, maintained by Dave Colamaria, grandson of Company G’s Edward Monahan. It is not formally affiliated with the 182nd Infantry, the Massachusetts National Guard, or the United States Army.

29 October, 1943

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01 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass.

Nov. 1, 1943        0745

Dearest Sweetheart –

I’m going to try and dash off a few lines now, although sick call has already started.

The week-end, darling, was wonderful and one which I’ll always remember. What struck me particularly was the naturalness with which we passed the time. It seemed very normal to be with you, hour after hour, and that’s a very good sign.

I hated to leave you, dear, and if I seemed to hurry off, it was merely because I wanted to get the ‘good-byes’ over with – I thought we had trained ourselves to the idea – but the training didn’t seem to help me one bit.

When I got up to the center, I found Sgt. Kirby waiting. It was then 1950. Leo didn’t show up until 2025. I was kind of angry because had he been there at 2000, we would have got a good start. He had his girl with him and we were introduced, – but hurriedly. She seemed awfully sweet; I’m afraid I must have sounded curt. It was just the mood I was in dear, and the rotten feeling I had on leaving you. If you have a chance – you might mention it. I don’t see how she goes out with that Medwin guy. He’s even dopier than I thought he was coming up. He got into the rear seat and just sat and slept the whole way. Not once did he offer to drive. It’s just as well; I felt safer. We drove without a stop and got back here at 2350.

This morning I have several things to do after sick call. But I can’t or don’t want to get this past week-end out of my mind. It will be a pleasant memory for a long long time, darling.

I hope, dear, that you’re feeling better by now. I’ll try to call you tonite if I’m in Camp – Otherwise I’m afraid it will be next Wed. At any rate, Sweetheart, I love you whether I call you or not – and shall continue to love you always. So long for now, dear – and

All my love

Greg.

02 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Nov. 2, 1943, 1943    0730

Darling Wilma –

It was nice talking with you, dear; so nice to hear your voice and hear you laugh. It made me feel much better than I felt before I called you. And I was glad to hear that you were feeling better physically, too.

As I told you, darling, starting with the first of the morning I began to get things accomplished. I did not want to go out on the field just for the heck of it. They were going to leave at 1300. Anyway, I went over to the 438th and got them to start calling AAATC and finally they weedled out the information that my orders were being printed and would probably be ready Tues. , or Wednesday. Finally permission was granted me by verbal order, so called, to leave the 570th. I went back to the 570th Col. and said “Good-bye”. He was very nice about it.

So somewhere around noon time, dear, I was back with the old gang. And honestly, I didn’t realize how much I had missed them; like an old pair of slippers. It’s paradoxical that I should feel so glad about being back with an outfit that is so ‘hot’, but I can’t help it. And in that respect, Sweetheart, I think it’s wonderful and unselfish of you to be so happy for me. I know, darling, that you’d like to have me stay around longer, just as I’d like to; but your spirit and concern about my getting back to the 438th are admirable, dear, and although I haven’t said anything about it, I do appreciate it very much.

I think, though, that somehow or other we’ll both be happier for it in the end, because despite everything the 438th seems to get some decent breaks in the long run, – to wit our past travels, and now – our future. Everyone in the Army gets tossed around, true, – but it seems that we’ve always got what we’ve wanted and that’s a good omen. I told you, dear, about our advance party arrival and where they’ve allegedly arrived at. If it’s true – it’s just where I’ve wanted to go.

To date – there’ve been no new rumors and as it stands, we move out early a.m. of the day I told you about, dear. We’re restricted to the battalion area for the week-end and it will be spent chiefly in packing things, cleaning up the area, turning in excess of equipment, etc.

I still think I’ll bring my car back on Friday, dear and I think I’ll so write my folks.

Meanwhile – I’ve got several things to do to close out our accounts, records etc. – and I’ll be kind of busy for the next few days. I’ll call you tonite, dear – at 1900 if I can. I’m looking forward to hearing from you. Until tonite, dear, – so long and you have

All my love

Greg.

P.S. Darling – I believe my first APO no. will be 4916. Jot it down. You’ll be notified by card when I leave Edwards. Later I think we get another number.

Greg.

03 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Nov. 3, 1943    0750

Dearest Sweetheart –

I believe I told you on the phone last night, dear, that I enjoyed your letters, particularly the one you wrote Sunday night. I’ve just re-read it and darling it still is one of the nicest letters I’ve ever received. Certain it is that it’s the most sincere and straightforward, and you can believe me, dear. I feel the same way as you. I’ll always love you and as far as being strangers is concerned, by being separated – I don’t feel that that will happen at all. As a matter of fact, Sweetheart, it is my opinion that we can go on developing each other’s acquaintance right from where we leave off now. A person reveals so much of his or her personality in his writing; the exchange of ideas goes on; plans can be made for the future. What one must have is a good visual memory ability to call up pictures of the past. That is very important, I think – and I think we’ll both have that power. The one big thing that is always missed, of course, is the physical contact, darling – which I know we’ll both miss very very much. But we’ve got to look to the future for our satisfaction. There are so many many other couples in the same boat – and that helps a little. But never, dear – never feel that distance and separation will change my feelings towards you. I love you as deeply as I know how; it’s a love based on an attraction I had for you soon after I met you, dear – an attraction backed by your personality, sweetness, consideration, and of course returned affection. It’s not a superficial love. I know it will grow stronger and stronger, despite my being away from you – and when I return, darling, I shall want to marry you immediately. Now – when you ever feel blue and doubtful, dear – remember all that and remember that I mean it sincerely.

Well – the AA Surgeon had nothing in particular to offer. Today I’ve been reassured that the written order will be out – and it looks as if I’ll stay.

It’s a rainy blue day today – but I don’t feel that way. It’s always such a nice feeling to remember that I know a girl who loves me and is willing to marry me. It’s a great comfort, darling – and I’m thankful to the Lord for it.

As regards Friday – I feel also that no matter how short the time – I want to see you. I felt that way the minute I drove off from So. Hadley. As for your suggestion about coming to my house – that would be wonderful and even if your folks can’t make it – you can come down anyway and we’ll drive you home. Anyway I’ll contact you before then, dear, and we’ll see.

Darling I must stop now and do some work. I’ll call you tonite. Last nite I went to the movies again; saw ‘Lassie Come Home’ – a dog picture and rather good.

So long for now, dear – and remember always that I love you and always will.

All my love

Greg.

04 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

Camp Edwards, Mass

Nov. 4, 1943    0740

Dearest Girl –

Here I am back at the Dispensary, starting another day writing to you. You finish the day and I start it – and I guess that completes the cycle, dear.

I enjoyed your letter – or letters – very much yesterday, darling – and the drawings! Well I never knew you had that much ability. You ought to further it, dear. However – you don’t draw accurately; for example – I’m never that close to you, sweetheart, without my arms around you; secondly I haven’t that much hair, and third, dear – who did the plastic on my nose? But it was very sweet dear and expresses my sentiments too. You know, dear – that in reading about censorship – it states that soldier’s mail from overseas to this country – cannot have xxx’s anywhere on the letter. It seems that in the early days – messages were sent in one way or another using them. So darling – I’ll just write mine out.

Your psych. course sounds good. I used to like courses like that – where everyone gets a crack at saying something – even if it’s not important. Some of the meetings used to get very heated and one would think that the world was waiting for a decision. Concerning the subject matter you discussed, dear – that has been discussed a good deal before and always makes good material for an argument, as does any subject that uses a priori rather than a posteriori reasoning.

I like to read your remarks about our future life together. It helps reassure me that you’re thinking along the same lines that I do. The Lord knows I’m always thinking of the days to come after the war when we’re settled in Salem and bringing up a family and really living a normal life. Great Day! We’ll have happy times.

About the sweater, darling, you’re not really starting a sweater now, are you? You know you really have some time – or are you counting on your dad’s prognostic acumen? If so, I usually use a size 38.

About Friday, darling, – the thought of it makes me mentally ill – because it involves so many ‘good-byes’; I’ll have to just keep remembering that all this is just temporary, just an interval before we are allowed to be permanently happy. I know you feel the same say dear –, but I’ll have to try and make my folks feel the same way, too.

I think it would be nice if you came down to my house. I’ll get off as soon as I possibly can and head straight for Newton Center and you. Then we can proceed to my house and we can drive you home on our way back. Ok?

Darling I hope you get your paper written etc. I’ll call you tonite and until then – solong, dear and

All my love

Greg.

07 November, 1943

No letter today, but these pictures of Greg.

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Greg visiting at Mount Holyoke College during early Fall of 1943.


Greg is seated at the typewriter, in September of 1942,
with his Medical Detachment, at Otis Field, Camp Edwards

08 November, 1943

[From FOURTHCHILD:

See new pages 16 and top of 17
in The Route of the Question Mark
by clicking on the above tab.]

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916 % Postmaster N.Y.

En Route

Nov. 8, 1943    1310

Dearest Girl –

Right now our train has stopped, but it might start again any moment and if so – excuse the writing, dear.

I’m sorry, darling, that I had to awaken you last nite, but I just felt like talking with you and naturally I want to take advantage of every opportunity, while it presents itself. Your voice sounded as if you had a whale of a cold, dear, and I hope you take care of it and get it over with as soon as possible. I’m glad your folks were able to bring you back and save you the wear and tear of a train ride.

I was surprised, dear, to hear that your gift had arrived so soon, although I had heard from Shreve’s that it had been mailed out. I wish the timing had been better – but since I think you suspected strongly what you were going to get, it doesn’t really matter, dear. Anyway, I hope you like it and find use for it, after your cold is gone.

Yesterday p.m. about 1430, my folks arrived. I showed them around the camp awhile and then sent them home, my brother driving my car. There were tears, of course, but I did my best to bolster the family’s feelings and then it was over. I didn’t enjoy it, darling, no more than when we said ‘so-long’.

The evening – was a busy one, and even after I called you – there was no time for sleep. We ate at 0245 etc. etc. and were on our way on schedule. The route we took was as I suspected. We should arrive on time.

Sweetheart, it’s an awful feeling I had all day today (the train has just got going again) – every hour bringing me farther away from those I love. It just doesn’t seem possible but it’s so.

But with all my heart-ache I have an undercurrent feeling of contentment, dear, a satisfaction that is almost indescribable. I’m so happy in the realization of you, darling; in knowing that I love you and that you feel the same way about me. That feeling is going to be a comfort to me in the days and months to come and I’ll always feel grateful to you, dear, for allowing that common feeling to materialize.

I can’t write anymore now, darling. I hope you feel better soon and I’ll do my darn’dest to contact you as soon as I can. Meanwhile take care of yourself and remember my love will always be for you, dear.

Greg.

Regards to the girls
and your folks

Love

G.

09 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916

Nov. 9, 1943    1400

Darling Wilma –

I feel so far away from you in miles, but so very near to you, dear, in spirit. The fact that I haven’t been able to contact you has made me very lonesome and is going to be very different to get accustomed to, sweetheart; I think of you over and over again each minute of the day, and as if you weren’t desirable to me already, you become even more so now.

Upon arrival here I looked all over for a phone, and after walking what seemed like miles I finally was told there were no outside phones in the Camp. Well – how about getting off? No! – everyone is restricted until the outfit goes thru some processing – usually beginning about 3 days! I felt awful about not being able to contact you, darling, but I did find out today – a little while ago – that officers could mail their letters from now on. I have to be at a dispensary in a little while, but I’ll try to get a few more lines off, dear.

Naturally there’s a lot happening that I can’t write to you, darling. Please understand. Wasn’t it wonderful when I was able to call you whenever I wanted to? I guess we never appreciate things until we can’t have or do them.

However – it seems that we will get some 12 hour passes soon. For how long, I don’t know – but I will contact you the minute I leave the camp so that I can tell you how much I love and miss you, Sweetheart. It’s more fun saying it than writing it. (Well why didn’t I say it more often?) Don’t take the words out of my mouth, dear.

The weather was bad yesterday and today, but should clear up this evening. I don’t like the thought of the approaching new moon, darling, because I’m sure my lonesomeness will be intensified. I can see now that the war can’t last very long, dear – because I don’t like it this way at all. I know it already, after being out of the direct circumference of your sphere for only 2 days.

Dearest, I’m going to stop now. I hope this gets to you soon. Perhaps I’ll be able to contact you before this reaches you. Remember, darling, I’ll always be trying to keep in touch with you in one way or another. I hope you’re feeling better by now. And I hope you’re studying. So long for now, dear – and Sweetest memories are mine thanks to you.

All my love

Greg.

Regards to your folks.
       Love
            G.

09 November, 1943 (2nd letter)

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916 % Postmaster, N.Y.

Nov 9, 1943    2100

Dear Sweetheart –

Well – I couldn’t call you, again, this evening, dear, and I missed it terribly. I was all over the place looking for a loop-hole – but in the end, it just couldn’t be done. I did manage to mail a couple of letters, darling, and if they weren’t stopped by a base censor, you should have heard from me by now. The name appearing in the lower left corner of the envelope certifies that I have watched what I was writing – or something to that effect, dear.

I’m in the officers’ quarters now, darling. Charlie and I have a room to ourselves, but dammit, it hasn’t got any window seats. As a matter of fact, dear – it hasn’t even got a door, – just a doorway. Yet – it has something on a tent. I’m in pajamas right now, and have just finished scanning the paper I bought this morning – but hell – no Smilin’ Jack!

We have a censorship lecture coming up at 2200 – for officers, and then darling I’ll find out if what I’m writing you is allowed or not. The lecture is being held in our quarters – so I won’t have to re-dress.

I still don’t know, dear, when I’m going to be off next – but it looks as if I won’t be able to say ‘hello’ until then. I’m hoping I hear from you darling by tomorrow. This is about the longest stretch that I haven’t heard from you, dear, and I miss it. A letter from you in the morning is always the best tonic with which to start a day. After the war, sweetheart, I won’t need that, will I? I’ll get some real tonic – and how I’m looking forward to that happy time!

There isn’t much more to write now, darling, except to say ‘good-nite’. I’ll write you as soon as anything develops that I can write you about – and of course I’ll call you at the first opportunity. Until later, darling, so long and

All my love

Greg.

10 November, 1943

[Note from FOURTHCHILD: Wilma wrote the following on this letter:]

Called Weds nite from camp – couldn’t say much. Called again Thurs. from N.Y. – told me all. Made plans for Sat. in N.Y. together. Called Fri. and all off.
Sat. got 1st letter. Got 3 today – Monday, Nov. 15.

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916

Nov. 10, 1943    1650

Dearest Sweetheart –

It’s late afternoon, the sort of gloomy part of the day – and I guess I’m kind of blue. It’s probably really lonesomeness that I’m experiencing. It seems like ages since we’ve been in contact with each other, darling and it’s awful. But I can’t do a thing about it yet.

I haven’t received any mail from you yet, dear – but I guess I should by tomorrow. I hope so anyway, and I also hope you’ve heard from me by now, Sweetheart.

The routine here has been very dull, medically, although the boys in the line are hopping around all day.

Yesterday I ran into a dentist from Salem. He’s an older man and part of the station complement. He’ll undoubtedly write some of our mutual friends, which means that I’ll have to start writing too. I just finished writing Mrs. K., the elder – and I told her all about us, darling, and our plans for after the war. She was always interested in my getting married and went to the trouble of having me meet several girls. Why she never got hold of you, dear, I don’t know. But she’ll surely be glad to hear about it, I know.

I haven’t heard from my folks yet, either, but I’ve been writing them whenever I’ve written you darling. Gosh. I haven’t really got started yet – and I can’t wait for the war to get over with. I can see now, dear, that it will take a lot of strength and I just trust that God will give us just that. I love you as I’ve never loved anyone and I don’t want to lose you ever, dear. And I’m not going to, either – you can be sure of that!

Tonight Charlie and I have to do some foot inspections and if we get thru in decent time – we’ll mosey over to the Officers’ Club which is just a little way down the line from here. We’re just anxious to see what it’s like. But we’ve really tried to catch up with the sleep we missed the past week.

Sweetheart – that’s all for now and I do hope I can call you soon. Be patient, dear – and know always that I’m constantly thinking of you and our future together.

So long for now, darling – and

All my love

Greg.

11 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916 % Postmaster, N.Y.

Nov. 11, 1943    0905

Wilma, darling –

It sure was swell talking with you yesterday evening. The sound of your voice was so good to hear, I could hardly believe I had actually managed to contact you. It really hasn’t been a long time, but sometimes a short time can seem interminable, and the last few days have seemed just like that.

Your plans, whatever they are, sound wonderful, but I’m not sure they’ll materialize. It would be swell if I could meet you in the City somewhere, but it will all depend on whether or not I can get off, and for how long. I really won’t know until almost the last minute – but I’ll call you as soon as I can. As a matter of fact I’ll probably have a pass tonite and if so I’ll call you, darling.

I called my folks after speaking with you last nite. My father had left for Ohio in the p.m., but I was able to speak with my mother and Lawrence. Both send their regards, by the way, dear.

Charlie, who was with me, and I then walked up to the Officers’ club. It’s a nice place, well decorated – but it seemed sort of dead, dear. They have a nice snack bar and some swell sandwiches; No hard liquor – but plenty of beer.

We stayed until 2130 and then headed for bed.

Gosh, darling, all I think about is the chance of seeing you again soon. I do hope we can get together and certainly I’ll try my best. If I can’t meet you, Sweetheart, it’s because it will be impossible.

I’m glad dear you’re finding use for the lighter. The fact that it holds only 10 cigarettes – isn’t too bad. Maybe you can ration yourself that more easily.

You said something about an exam on Saturday. If that’s true I hope you hit it, darling.

And don’t forget and get your license after school is over. I want my wife to be able to drive.

Well, Sweetheart – there isn’t any more right now that I can write except to say I love you deeply, more and more each day. By war’s end, darling, I’ll be a dangerous man. You’ll have to be on your toes – I warn you, dear.

So long for now, then – and

All my love

Greg.

12 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916 c/o Postmaster N.Y.

Nov. 12, 1943    1130

Dearest Wilma –

Well it really was an ordeal trying to contact you last nite, dear. I was fit to be tied, and were it not for the mellowing effects of 2(?) Martinis – I would have liked to kill a couple of Springfield operators.

I was at the Commodore and after involving about 6 telephone girls in a mixup, I finally learned that your phone was out of order. For a moment I was frustrated, but then I remembered the presence of that other phone in the compartment and called the College. Well – as you know, darling, I missed you and the rest you know.

It was swell talking with you again – especially after having tried so long to get you. I wish the plans you had in mind could materialize, dear. It would be wonderful. But I’m afraid that’s out, from the way things look now. As for Saturday, dear – well – by the time this letter reaches you, Sweetheart – you will know of course what happened..

I’ll try to call you tonite, dear – and we’ll see what can be arranged.

Pete and I had a quiet, but mentally relaxing time last night. After leaving the Commodore, we visited the bars of the Roosevelt, Biltmore and Astor – in succession. It was then time to eat and we went to Taffeneti’s – at Time’s Square. It was from there that I called you, dear.

This cocktail napkin from the evening of
November 11th, 1943 at the Hotel Astor
was enclosed in this letter.

Again we went back to the Astor and later to the Taft. Finally after wandering the streets until 0300 – like a couple of goons from the country, we took the subway to 167th St, then the Bus to our destination. The result, darling, is that I’m tired today.

I’m O.D. at the Dispensary today and there’s been a steady stream of sick soldiers coming in – but in the p.m. I ought to be able to get a little rest.

A little while ago, darling, I managed to get a letter written to your mother. I hope she writes again.

Well, Sweetheart – so much for now. I’ll try to call tonite – as I said. As yet there’s been no mail – but maybe today. I hope you finally start hearing from me. I’d say it’s about time!

So long dear and you have

All my love

Greg

12 November, 1943 (to her mother)

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916 c/o Postmaster N.Y.

Nov. 12, 1943    0905

Dear Mrs. B,

Just a short while ago I could say and write what I darned pleased; right now my mail is censored. The worst part about it is the fact that I have to censor my own mail; that puts you on your honor too much to my liking.

Well first of all I’m still in this country. As a matter of fact I’m where I thought I would go. It’s very pleasant here – and the conveniences are many. We’ve been pretty busy here the past few days, but the work has gradually tapered off.

I’ve managed to call Wilma twice; the last time being last evening while I was on pass in the City. We’re allowed 12 hour passes and I believe I spent 3 hours trying to get through to Holyoke. When I finally got connected, it was only to find that the phone was out of order. I then called the College directly and got hooked up with Wilder, only to find that Wilma had left for some meeting or other and wouldn’t be back until 10 p.m. At any rate I finally spoke with her at that hour, and I think at least eight telephone operators breathed sighs of relief. Wilma seems to be studying hard and catching up with her work which I have no doubt was partly neglected on account of me. I’m sure she isn’t too far behind though.

I sure would have liked to be around for Wilma’s Birthday and Graduation, but I just missed out. I’ll be with her in spirit though, and I know she knows that. There’ll be other Birthdays to celebrate, fortunately, and don’t think that I don’t plan to celebrate them all, let alone making up for those I miss.

Well, there’s lots more I could say, but little more I’m permitted to write. I can say this, though, that the past months since I’ve known Wilma have been very happy ones for me, and in no small way at all this has been due to the thoughtfulness and friendliness which both you and Mr. B have shown to me. I certainly have appreciated these things, and if I haven’t expressed my feelings too openly it’s simply because we sometimes feel things we find hard to express.

For the time being I’ll have to say ‘so long’, – and give Mr. B my best regards.

Sincerely,

Greg

P.S. I hope I hear from you again.

G.

13 November, 1943

438^th AAA AW BN

APO 4916 c/o Postmaster N.Y.

Nov. 13, 1943    1900

Dear Sweetheart –

Here it is Saturday evening, and if you’re thinking about some other Saturday evenings, you must be feeling the way I do right now. But I must make myself clear, darling. When I write and intimate I’m blue or lonesome, it is never that in the ordinary sense of the word. Those words mean being alone and somehow, dear, ever since I felt I loved you and that you felt the same about me – I have never felt that I was ever alone. Your being always becomes a part of my thoughts and plans and reminiscences, until you are so inextricably a part of everything I think, that I sometimes think I’m going to see you in the next few moments.

This feeling, darling, is not a new one and is not a result of my present situation. It is something I have felt for some time, and when I first became aware of it, I was really sure I loved you.

So, darling, when I imply I’m lonesome – don’t worry. I have you with me at all times, and you are a great comfort to my thoughts.

As yet I haven’t heard from you, dear – and I suppose the same is true for you. By this time it becomes apparent that there must be a definite reason for it, and I suppose any day now the letters will start to trickle through.

Last night, sweetheart, when I finished talking with you, I called my mother. She was glad to hear from me, of course and asked if I had called you. When I said I had, she was glad. She said she believed you must be missing me very much, – so one way or another, dear, you have left the impression that you love me. My folks know how I feel about you – and needless to say, they are happy.

My brother was out. He was actually on his way to a fraternity dance and has been practicing how to dance. I’m tickled because he has never shown the slightest interest in things like that before.

Today has been a very busy day, and tomorrow appears to offer just as much as today. Darling – I will be unable to contact you. I will be unable to celebrate your Birthday or Graduation and I feel badly about that. Please remember that I’m thinking of you on those days, even though I won’t be able to express my feelings.

There have been several interruptions darling since I started this letter. I’m tired and I think I’ll go to bed soon. I’d give anything to be with you tonite, but since I can’t, I’ll do the next best thing and think hard of some of the Saturdays when I could be with you and was.

Good nite for now darling and you have my deepest love

Greg

14 November, 1943

No letter today.    Just this:

* TIDBIT *

about Camp Shanks


Camp Shanks

Camp Shanks, named after Major General David Carey Shanks (1861-1940), was a US Army Point of Embarkation installation in the area of Orangeburg, New York, 18 miles north of New York City. It's location was chosen partly because it was near the junction of the Erie Railroad and the Hudson River, linking it to the docks in New York City. On the evening of the 25th of September in 1942, over 300 Orangeburg residents met at the Orangeburg School (now the city library) to learn that their homes, lots, and farms were being seized for the immediate construction of a military camp. At the end of the war, they would be given the opportunity to buy everything back for the same price. One hundred thirty families were out of their homes within two weeks.

The camp, constructed by 17,000 workers over 6 months on 2,040 acres (8.3 km²) of land, contained 1,500 barracks in addition to mess halls, theaters, a hospital and other buildings. Opened in 1942, approximately 40,000 soldiers a month were issued combat equipment and underwent final inspections here. Most soldiers spent 8-12 days at this camp before shipping overseas, earning it the nickname “Last Stop, USA.” In all, 1.3 million G.I.s were processed through Camp Shanks, including three quarters of those who participated in the D-Day invasion.

Camp Shanks

Piermont Station, built in Orangeburg in 1839 as a terminus by the Erie Railroad, included the Piermont Pier, which jutted into the Hudson River. When the soldiers were notified that they were on "Alert" status, they knew they would be shipping out within twelve hours. The soldiers removed their division sleeve patches and their helmets were chalked with a letter and a number, indicating the proper marching order from the camp to the train and the railroad car to ride in. Some troops took a short train ride from the Piermont Station to the New Jersey docks, where a harbor boat ferried them to a waiting troopship. Other troops marched the four miles from the camp to the mile-long Piermont Pier where they boarded a troopship.

Troops equipped and boarding a train at Piermont

Today the pier is a tree-lined public walkway used by local fishermen. After later housing 1200 Italian and 800 German prisoners of war, as well as homebound US Army soldiers, Camp Shanks closed in July of 1946. Most of the original Orangeburg inhabitants who left when the camp was built never returned. When the veterans came back from the war, more than half a million of them came back up the Hudson and onto the Piermont Pier. To fill the need for temporary housing, Camp Shanks was converted into Shanks Village. Many of the personnel who had staffed the camp — doctors, cooks, teachers, and the like — and their families stayed in the area. Within the next 10 years, the construction of the Palisades Parkway and the Tappan Zee Bridge would obliterate any remains of the base and complete the transformation from farm community to bedroom community. Shanks Village was dismantled in 1956.