{"id":39,"date":"2018-07-27T23:52:22","date_gmt":"2018-07-27T23:52:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.bridgewater.edu\/?page_id=39"},"modified":"2018-11-05T14:53:36","modified_gmt":"2018-11-05T14:53:36","slug":"a-light-in-the-darkness-wartime-letters","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/wp.bridgewater.edu\/memoriesofloveandwar\/a-light-in-the-darkness-wartime-letters\/","title":{"rendered":"A Light in the Darkness: Wartime Letters"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">September 7th, 1944<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u201cHello Darling,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Boy at this minute I miss you more than anything in the world, darling; right here, so very much, I want to hug you, and kiss you, to hold you really close to me \u2026 Guess I\u2019m just madly, sadly in love with you sweetheart, and want to be near you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 September 12th, 1944\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u201cHi, Darling,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Told you I like to roam all over, cutie. Tired of Meade so I came \u201chere\u201d, where \u201chere\u201d is must remain a secret for security reasons, and something else \u2013 from here on in all my letters will be censored.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">September 18<sup>th<\/sup>, 1944<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">&#8220;Hi Darling,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Well, cutie, in just a short while I\u2019m off to town again; we\u2019ve been pretty fortunate about passes. One-catch the longest time is a 12 hour pass! Naturally that isn\u2019t enough to come see you, darn it! Since I haven\u2019t really written for a couple days, I\u2019ll start with Sunday. Another guy and I went to Yankee stadium to see a base ball game \u2013 very good (if you like baseball). Then hopped a subway to Coney Island, it is a place full of amusement parks and very nice beaches, just like our beach at Lorain, only much better. It\u2019s on our must-see list, cutie. While there I tried the 250 foot parachute tower (world\u2019s fair)! is very thrilling. Then we went back to NBC to see the Texaco Star Theater, with James Melton (tevor) and Joan Edwards (Hit Parade) \u2013 really nice darling. Then stopped in at the Stage Door Canteen; it isn\u2019t very large at all but is very nice. The lad that is going to replace Sinatra \u2013 (?) Allen \u2013 came in and sang. He really is good, and I don\u2019t mean perhaps (even better than me.). Here is a ticket from there \u2013 just for the heck of it.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">Thanksgiving 1944<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cI certainly have plenty to be thankful for: For one thing, I\u2019m alive, in one piece, and in good health; am with a swell gang of guys; have a darn swell family, and a mighty wonderful girl waiting for me back in civilization.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">December 17th, 1944<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cWith few regrets I can truthfully say, it would have been wonderful if we could have been married, darling. But after seeing how things are over here, I\u2019m not sorry we\u2019ve waited.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">December 31st, 1944<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12pt\">&#8220;Every day that passes brings us closer. 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