Just watched this at Iowahawk via a link from Ace:

My dad was a Navy guy in WWII, and if he was still with us I’d ask him if he was in Honolulu on that day, Aug. 14, 1945. If I ever get through reading and transcribing my dad’s letters to my mom, maybe I’ll find out. Richard Sullivan put this together from film that was shot by his father. Touching . . .

It’s getting to the point that every time I check Drudge, or watch Fox News, or even open the LA Times, I start to see red. Today, it’s even redder!

Obama Strongly Backs Islam Center Near 9/11 Site is the headline of a Friday NY Times article. No getting around that one with ever more befuddled backpedaling! At the sunset dinner on Friday, the iftar at the start of Ramadan, they quote him as saying this:

“I understand the emotions that this issue engenders. Ground zero is, indeed, hallowed ground,” the president said in remarks prepared for the annual White House iftar, the sunset meal breaking the day’s fast.

But, he continued: “This is America, and our commitment to religious freedom must be unshakable. The principle that people of all faiths are welcome in this country, and will not be treated differently by their government, is essential to who we are.”

And, Obama’s aids told the NYT privately “he has always felt strongly about the proposed community center and mosque[.]”

Dudes and dudettes — ain’t very private now!

Why all the fuss? Why do it’s critics keep calling it the Ground Zero Mosque? Check this out and you won’t have any further questions about that. EternalVigilance remarks:

It should be mentioned that part of one of the hijacked planes went through the building in question. That makes it very much a part of Ground Zero.

Sarah Palin weighs in on her FaceBook page:

Legitimate Questions for the President

Mr. President, should they or should they not build a mosque steps away from where radical Islamists killed 3000 people? Please tell us your position. We all know that they have the right to do it, but should they? And, no, this is not above your pay grade. If those who wish to build this Ground Zero mosque are sincerely interested in encouraging positive “cross-cultural engagement” and dialogue to show a moderate and tolerant face of Islam, then why haven’t they recognized that the decision to build a mosque at this particular location is doing just the opposite? Mr. President, why aren’t you encouraging the mosque developers to accept Governor Paterson’s generous offer of assistance in finding a new location for the mosque on state land if they move it away from Ground Zero? Why haven’t they jumped at this offer? Why are they apparently so set on building a mosque steps from what you have described, in agreement with me, as “hallowed ground”? I believe these are legitimate questions to ask.

- Sarah Palin

Newsweek’s Farid Zakaria proclaims: Build the Ground Zero Mosque. Along the way he issues some crafty Liberal drivel about this being an excellent way to promote the moderation of Islam in America. Zakaria even uses a partial quote from historian and radical-Islamist-watcher Daniel Pipes to intimate that Pipes supports this position. Hardly, Pipes understands the true meaning of placing a mosque and Islamic learning center so close to radical Islam’s greatest hit against Western Civilization:

• Moslems have habitually asserted the supremacy of Islam through architecture, building on top of the monuments of other faiths (as in Jerusalem and Ayodhya) or appropriating them (e.g. the Ka’ba in Mecca and the Hagia Sophia in Constantinople)
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May 7, 2010 update: A zoning board in lower Manhattan has approved the application by the Cordoba Initiative to build a $100 million Cordoba House two blocks from Ground Zero, the site of the former World Trade Center. This smacks of the same triumphalism noted in the first bullet point above.

Obama’s support for building this monstrosity on clearly, and even recognized by him, hallowed ground isn’t playing very well. And, Independent voters are shedding Democrats like a dog scratchin’ fleas.

Over at Ace, Laura W. picks apart an especially egregious and totally disingenuous part of Obam’s iftar speech, where he makes the claim, “Islam has always been a part of America’s story”, which seems to be some kind of theme with this guy. She calls his comment “so deceitfull” as to be a “laughable fraud.”

First of all, the term ‘a part of America’ needs some thoughtful defining. I think we can mostly agree that the implication is that the mere act of feting the Tunisian envoy during his diplomatic mission to the US is some sort of general inclusion of Islam into the American experience at that early date.

How? Merely through his temporary presence in our country? Even though we were in conflict with his state at the time?
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This particular piece of history cannot be rewritten to suit current PC needs. The reasons for the envoy’s visit cannot be recast into some pap about multicultural understanding.

And this earliest merging of Islam into ‘the American story’- where we invade and punish them for their banditry- is not the sort of event someone with half a brain uses as a bragging point about American inclusiveness.

If you’re not familiar with Treaty of Tripoli and the story of America’s conflict with Islamic pirates, she gives a capsulized version, but way-too-much-info can be found here.

And, to wrap up this screed, I urge you to go to Hot Air and vote for your favorite Obamateurism of the Week. Mine ended up being the one in the lead. Heh!

In case your feeling a bit taxed, and who isn’t? Here’s a little chuckle or two from Chris Muir’s Day by Day cartoon:

Double heh!

Hey guys — It’s been awhile since I’ve looked at this category and it’s impossible to navigate as set up right now. So, if you would like to more easily read these letters in order here is a link to the dedicated web site, DadsWWIILetters.com, that has all of them that are on Okie, and will have the rest of them, starting soon — I hope!

Enjoy! (db)

Fans of Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™ are a patient lot, at least I do hope so, as client work has kept me too busy to finish the dedicated website that I am creating for Duke’s special letters to my Mother.

But, I would encourage you to go here and read a touching WWI letter that is posted on a Dad’s Letters fan’s site. Here is his email to me from today.

Hey there,

I’ve quite enjoyed your war letters series, and am eagerly awaiting
it’s return. I thought this post on my blog might interest you:

It’s a transcription of a letter that my great-grandfather wrote my
great-grandmother while he was training for WWI. My family has
recently acquired my grandmother’s estate, and I hope to find more
treasures like this soon.

Take care,

Andrew

All of these letters are very special to family members, and should be to the rest of us, as they represent the history of those that went to war to fight, and sometimes die, so that we might be free. It might seem trite to say, but it is never less than true, especially in this day and age:

FREEDOM isn’t FREE! (db)

If you have been wondering what has happened to my Dad’s Letters series, it’s not gone or forgotten, just on hiatus for a few weeks. The big news is that this series is going to get its own website, the URLs have been acquired, and I’m starting the site design this weekend.

It will be a WordPress 1.5 blog site, with its own look and feel, hopefully to better present these special treasures that my Mom left to me, without all the political baggage that being on Okie On The LAM brings with it. I know that there are a lot of good liberals that would enjoy reading Dad’s letters, but would gag at having to work their way through all the rest, so this will be an opportunity to expand the readership. I think that their love for each other is a message that can benefit all who might encounter it.

So stay tuned — I hope to get it up and running by mid-to-late June. Until then, and after as well, the original 8-10 or so posts of letters is still available for your enjoyment. (db)

Sorry, there will not be a Dad’s WWII Letters post this week. I’m having a devil of a time with an attack of hives that is affecting both hands and making typing difficult and painful. I need to reserve my blogging for the upcoming Senate cloture rule fight and what is left of my hands for doing client work.

I hope to continue with the letters series by this coming Friday, so stay tuned. And if you come into the site from a search engine result, take a look around and explore my mindset and experiments in expression of ideas. “Duke” and Anna Mae thought that I turned out pretty well — see what you think. (db)

[Vol. 1: Number 12 — A Continuing Blog Series] & . . . Thanks to Greyhawk @ Mudville Gazette for his Open Post! (db)

My Mom saved all the letters that my Dad wrote to her while he was away at college and then also during his service in the Navy from summer 1942 until the war ended in 1945. There are over 400 letters, telegrams and postcards that allow us into the mind of “Duke” as he works to serve his country as best he can, and as he struggles to be worthy of, and to keep the commitments he has made to his beloved Anna Mae.

It was October of 1942. Dad is still at Norfolk, Virginia, processing the Navy Seabee recruits through their vaccination routines and other health matters. He doesn’t write to my future mom about the war, and seems to be completely detached from what is going on overseas. As he mentions in one of today’s letters, a movie that he saw on one of his trips to town kinda brought it all home for a bit. He even brings up religion and tries to explain what he believes. It’s a bit shaky at this point in his life, and certainly gets a lot stronger as time goes on. Later in life he became a church Deacon at the First Baptist Church in Collinsville, Oklahoma, and taught Sunday School for many years. He was one of my teachers as a matter of fact. The man did know his Bible!

He goes to downtown Norfolk one night and seems quite disturbed by what he sees, but I think that is an act for his Anna Mae. Both of them grew up in or around Oilton, Oklahoma, which was an oil boom town at that time. Oilton was rough! At least one homicide a night. Much like an old mining town, where the bars and cat houses were the hoppin’ joints, and no God fearing folk ventured out after dark, at least this is what I’ve read about it, cause these two didn’t talk about it at all! Must be where I get it from!

Once again, my father’s letters, continued . . . (db)

[Postmark: October 7, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Oct. 6, 1942

My Darling Sweetheart,

Thanks for the picture. I like it even if you don’t. I don’t see why there had to be two extra girls in it. Send me some more, please.

I just got back from the show. I saw the man who came for dinner. Pretty good.

Nothing new has happened here, I’ll probably go to town tomorrow night & get those pictures, boy they sure look salty, I saw the proofs.

How is the old cold coming along? I hope you didn’t have too .[??? word] a cold all winter. Maybe you should have my bottle of cod liver oil. Confidentially, I quit taking it. I have never felt better in my life, as far as health is concerned, but as usual, I am lonely for you.

Boy was I surprised when I saw the paper you wrote to me on. I didn’t know I sent it. It looks so much better when you write on it.

Bob said to tell you hello. I told him what you said, but he isn’t conceited. He is a swell egg.

Well, I had better close, it is bed time & I am sure I love you too & always will.

All My Love
“Duke”

[Postmark: October 9, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Oct. 8, 1942

To My Darling Anna Mae,

I know you don’t like typewritten letters but I forgot to bring my stationary over with me tonight, so I have to write on this paper and I could never write in a straight line on this paper with a pen. Please forgive me, I am on duty tonight, wish you were here, you could help me work. Oh Yeah! I can imagine how much work we would get done, but I can’t think of any thing I would rather do than be with you. Anywhere.

Yes, I know, I didn’t write to you, but I guess you already know why I didn’t. I was up town. I hope you like the picture, it was the best I could do, you know you have to have a subject to make a picture that is good, so I guess you didn’t expect too much. I also went to the show while down town, saw the filming of (The Jap attack on Batan.) Say, that show will make you set up and take notice.

I got a card from Mother today, she was still in Kentucky. She seems to think that I will be coming home to get married soon, wonder how she got that idea. She seems to think it would be a good idea. Then she could say all her boys were married in the same year, wouldn’t that be something?

I am glad to hear you are feeling better, I was about ready to come home and take care of you, but I guess I won’t have to now. Boy, how I wish I could.

Have you noticed that I can write a better letter on a typewriter, I guess I just take more time to think about what I am going to say. I am sure glad you haven’t neglected me on the letters. I don’t know how I could have stood it up here if you hadn’t written to me like you have. I realize now more than ever before just how much you mean to me, it seems every thing I plan is built around you. I hope you don’
t ever get tired of my telling you how much I Love you.

Nothing new here, there is still some talk about moving, but nothing definite about the time yet. Yorktown is just about fifty (50) miles from here so it won’t make any difference. It is still too far away from you. There was a lot of boys from Okla. here today who had just joined the Navy. I didn’t happen to see anyone I knew.

Well, I have just about run down, so take care of yourself.

I LOVE YOU.
“Duke”

P.S. I send mother a picture just like the one you got.

[Postmark: October 12, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Oct. 11, 1942

MY DARLING ANNA MAE,

Yes I know I missed writing to you. I went to town last night, I had to go some place, it was getting on my nerves just staying here all the time. I have only been to town twice in the last two weeks, that was last Wednesday and last night.

Last night I went to two shows, say a couple of pictures that I can’t even remember the names of. It was just some place to go. I also went to a place called Main STreet, boy is it tough down there,. I have heard about it ever since I came to Norfolk, so I ventured down there. It is one long street with nothing but joints and side shows. Everyone was drunk and raising H _ _ _. I never even drank a bottle of beer so it was disgusting to me I had to leave. Before I left I saw three fights. One of them was between a soldier and a girl. You can’t even imagine what this town is like until you see it on Saturday night especially, people walking up and down the street signing and raising H _ _ _. That is one of the reasons I can’t stand to drink anymore, after seeing some of the things that go on here.

You are still the most wonderful girl in the world, and I will be satisfied if I can have only You. I got two wonderful letters from you yesterday, And I Love you for your faithful writing.

Thanks for the paper but there wasn’t much news in it, just the same old Gusher advertisements. Boy, what a sorry excuse that is for a paper. Pardon me while I relay some scuttlebutt. That is what we call it in the Navy. So you are working nights now, my how I wish you were working nights at Burnie’s and I was still working up at the drugstore. I don’t believe I realized what a wonderful life that was. Oh, this isn’t so bad, but you aren’t here and that was what made it so swell at Oilton.

I hung that snapshot up in my locker and everyone has asked who the sailor girl is, I tell them it is my wife, and they congratulate me. Then they say but who in heavens name are those other two.

I haven’t heard from any of my family lately, I guess they have forgotten me. Well, that isn’t so bad, just so you don’t forget. I’ll survive if you just keep loving me.

I think I’ll go see if the mail has come in today before I finish this. No, it hasn’t come in yet, we only get mail once on Sunday. I got two letters yesterday, maybe I won’t get one today. I hope so. I know, as I said before, that you don’t like typewritten letters, but don’t you think I write a better letter on a typewriter than with pen and ink? Yes, I know I mess them up with a typewriter, but I do the same thing with pen and ink. I mean it just a much no matter how I write it. Did you know you are the only girl I ever cried over or even felt like crying over? I am sure you remember the times, twice to be exact. One of those times didn’t count because I was inebriated. Did you ever cry over me, I mean cry for me and not because of what I had done? I don’t recall you ever telling me about it.

Oh, I just remembered the name of the shows I saw, at least one of them, it was “Just between us girls”. It wasn’t a bad show, pretty funny. The other was a story of the life of some painter, you know, the kind that paints pictures. It was kind of screwy. I don’t recall the name of it. [Dad, if you thought painters were weird, wonder what you really thought when I told you I was going to be a potter? - Okie]

I didn’t get up this morning till 11:30, you see, when we are supposed to have liberty on Sunday, we don’t have to get up unless we want to. This happens every other week-end.

I just heard that we would move the last of this month, of course it is just scuttlebutt, but it might be true, I don’t know and have no way of finding out. I will tell you all about the place when we move. Boy, I just know it will be a mess.

I thought I would go back over to see Bill today, but it is raining, not hard but it is still raining, and besides, i wanted to take lots of time to write to you. I started this letter at oNe o’clock (1300) and I will tell you the time when I finish.

We sure had a good meal today, that is dinner (lunch), we usually have chicken but today, we had roast pork and mashed potatoes with carrots and peas, as salad, and ice cream and cookies. Boy did I ever eat, you see I didn’t get up in time for breakfast. I sure did enjoy that sleep.

I never did buy that radio, but Bob bought one, so I don’t think I will. I bunk with him and I can play his so why should I buy one? I’ll just help buy some more batteries or tubes for it when it needs some. That is fair enough, don’t you think?

This boy friend of Clara Lue that joined the Navy Construction department will surely some here, because this is the main office of the construction Battalions, this is where he construction Battalions first originated. What is his name and I will look for him. They don’t have a Construction camp in San Diego, there is only two, one here and the other in Florida.

By the way, I have quit smoking everything except a pipe that I bought the other day, and I don’t chew tobacco any more. It is a cute little pipe, I just know you would like it, and besides, it is cheaper to smoke a pipe, costs about 15 cents per week. Boy am I tight.

It’s now 1630 and I have been writing since 1300 and haven’t said anything yet, so I guess I had better close and go see about some chow (food).

Love Allways (mispelled)
“Duke”

P.S. I Do Love You.

[Postmark: October 12, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

1930 or 7:30
Oct. 11, 1942

My Darling Anna Mae,

It hasn’t been more than a few hours since I wrote you a long letter, but I am on duty tonight. I am standing by for a guy who is supposed to be on duty. In other words, I am working for him. We have a patient here to be sent to the hospital, pretty sick boy. Sure is a lot of red tape to this stuff.

i don’t have anything particularly to write about, but I am behind on my writing and I don’t want you to miss a day. I didn’t get a letter today just like I suspected, you know I got two yesterday.

I borrowed this paper from a friend, it is something different from what I have ever seen before, I think I’ll try to buy some. This probably won’t make sense because I am trying to write and listen to the Fitch Band Wagon program at the same time.

You asked me sometime back some thing about religion, I don’t know just what you wanted to know, but I am a God fearing man and I believe in a hereafter of some kind. There is sure to be something behind this old world of ours than just what meets the eye. I don’t know much about it and it seems the more you try to figure it out the deeper you get. I think there is no better laws than the 10 Commandments. What are your thoughts on the subject? I have often wondered.

Now I am listening to Charley McCarthy, so don’t be surprised what I write. Some is singing a song about a sailor with Navy Blue Eyes. Say, my eyes aren’t blue or are they? I really don’t know, do you?

Boy do I write a sorry letter, it isn’t bad enough that I don’t know how to type. Say, do you type? I don’t believe that you ever told me just exactly what you do. You said something about the figures on the gas bills, do you figure them up or type them in? I would like just as much about your work as you would mine.

I can’t think of any thing else to ask or tell you about, so good night and I Love You Very Much.

Your Sailor Boy.
“Duke”

[Postmark: October 13, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Oct. 12, 1942
Hello Darling,

Well, how are you today? I am just fine. I see by the clipping you sent that You know just about as much about this town as I do. I didn’t know it was that widely know, but it si the worst place that I have seen. I was wondering if you would believe me whan I wrote what I did yesterday, aobut this town. They call this place the a_ _hole of creation, & I believe it is.

I got a nice letter from Juanita today, ahe also sent me a picture of herself & Audeen. She said she was going over to the follies. I hope you all have a good time. I haven’t heard from Mother in some time, I guess she is still on her vacation.

Goodnight Darling
I Love You
“Duke the Sailor”

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

Dad’s letters will be posted on Sunday instead of today. Work has not permitted me time to scan and transcribe them as yet. (db)

[Vol. 1: Number 11 — A Continuing Friday Blog Series]

My Mom saved all the letters that my Dad wrote to her while he was away at college and then also during his service in the Navy from summer 1942 until the war ended in 1945. There are over 400 letters, telegrams and postcards that allow us into the mind of “Duke” as he works to serve his country as best he can, and as he struggles to be worthy of, and to keep the commitments he has made to his beloved Anna Mae.

My Dad is starting to get his romantic legs, finally! I never saw him express himself the way he does in these letters, and as the days, weeks & months pile up, his lonliness and his longing for his Anna Mae gets ever stronger. He’s even learned how to “turn a phrase”, “It is the first time I have had lipstick on my face since the last time I kissed you. I even put a little spot of it on my shoulder so I would feel like I had really been kissed.” Wow — Way to go, Dad!

He also seems to be getting her ready for his first at-sea deployment, hinting that it is now less than 6 months away. I haven’t read ahead so I don’t know when he first had to go overseas, but there is a war on, and he’s not there just to learn how to iron his blues and “drill”. At least I know how this strory ends . . . when they were living it, they didn’t know if they would ever get to see each other again.

Once again, my father’s letters, continued . . . (db)

[Postmark: September 25, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 24, 1942

Hello Darling,

Yes, I know, I missed writing to you last night, but if you know what I was doing I don’t think you would care a bit. It sure is hard to get pictures made here in Norfolk, too much business.

First you make an appointment, then you go have them made, wait a week, & go look at the proofs, then pick one & wait two weeks to get the pictures. [& I get impatient with the speed of my digital camera's memory chip! - Okie]

I also saw a show “Panama Hattie” plenty good, don’t miss it. Red Skelton & Ann Southern.

I looked at some radios while down town. I think I’ll buy one, one of those combination battery & electric sets.

I don’t mind not hearing from anyone else as long as you write me. It doesn’t matter what you say so long as you write.

I haven’t heard from anyone except you in ages, so I don’t know anything that you didn’t tell me about any of our friends.

It is hotter than H _ _ _ here today. I have been sweating all day. It cools off at night but is hot all day.

Aren’t you ashamed of yourself to tell everyone you was coming home, then not go? I wish I could go home, just any weekend. I wouldn’t miss because of a little rain.

I would sure like to see the ice follies. I have never seen them, they say it is quite a show.

We were in Bradford all day today, shot about 2,500 men.

We had drill this afternoon for about 30 minutes. We have a new chief & he thinks we (the medical dept.) should drill, so we drill.

All my Love
Duke

[Postmark: September 26, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 25, 1942

Hello Darling,

Thanks a million for the kiss. It is the first time I have had lipstick on my face since the last time I kissed you. I even put a little spot of it on my shoulder so I would feel like I had really been kissed. You are a darling & I don’t see how I ever got along without you as long as I did. come to think of it, I hadn’t been getting along very well until I met you.

I’ll take my kisses first hand direct if I have any choice, but this is much better than no kiss at all, so I accept it with all my heart and affection.

I got a letter card from my Aunt Zona today, she says everything is fine up there. She also said you wrote to her, I am glad you did, she likes you a lot, which isn’t hard for me to understand, who could help but like you? Look at me, I am goofy about you.

Aunt Zona wants me to come up & see her, but I don’t guess I will, my Uncle won’t let me.

I don’t think I’ll have to go to sea for about 6 mo., most of the boys have about 6 mo. land service before going to sea. I don’t see why I should be any exception.

Guess what? I changed jobs again today. Just like I thought I would. I am now in the record office again. It is easy, but I like the shot hut better.

I am sending you a picture of Bob. He had this taken while he was home on leave, while I am setting here in the shot hut writing, Bob is pressing his blue suit & boy did he ever burn a hole about the size of the iron in the leg. I can’t tell you what he said but you can imagine. It was his best pair of blues & he was getting them ready so he could wear them on liberty tomorrow & Sunday. They cost about $10.00 & they can’t be fixed. Is he ever mad. I don’t blame him, guess I’ll have to teach him how to iron.

I bought some more material for your scrap book, now you can tell what kind of plane is flying over when you see one.

I have fire watch tonight from 2 o’clock till 4:00. boy will I be sleepy tomorrow. I wish you were here to keep me company. It gets lonesome when you have to stay up alone. I don’t know who I am suppose to awake to relieve me so I guess I had better find out where he sleeps before the lights go out.

Good night Darling. XXX_________X (Boy was that one good.)

All my Love
“Duke”

[Postmark: September 28, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 26, 1942

My Darling,

I didn’t get a letter today but I guess I’ll get two tomorrow “I hope”.

Well, my new job isn’t so bad. I am taking care of the officers’ records. I check them in when they report for duty, then check them out when they are moved to another station. There is a lot of red tape to moving them. I know it won’t be interesting, so I’ll skip it. Also, I handle the records of Ships Company men. That is what I am in.

Belive it or not, it is Saturday night & I have liberty, but I am staying home. I just finished washing clothes. Started to go to the show here on the station but I have already seen it, so I guess I’ll just go to bed & get some sleep. I am tired from being on fire watch last night & working all day today.

I am sorry I don’t know what to say, I can’t answer your letter because I didn’t get one.

I think I’ll go over to Portsmouth tomorrow & see Bill. He is on duty so we can’t go to the beach or anywhere, but I’ll go over & chat with him anyway. Bob has gone to town to see his girl friend, & don’t think he will be back till Monday morning. Wish my girl friend lived here. Don’t you?

I have told you a million times how much I love you but I’ll tell you again, you are the one & only & I love you more than anything else. Have faith till this war is over & I’ll prove it.

With Love
Your Sailor Boy
“Duke”

[Postmark: September 29, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 28, 1942

My Darling Anna Mae,

Yes, I know I missed writing you yesterday & got two big wonderful letters today. I went over to see Bill yesterday. We went down to the ship yards & saw some of the Big Ships! They sure are big, almost unbelievable until you see them.

This is the yard where B.H. Alexander works, but I didn’t see him. It sure is a large ship yard & I don’t have any idea how many ships they have. This is where they repair ships that have been in combat at sea. Some of them had holes in them which were being repaired. They have ships from all countries there. The U.S.A. Ships are the cleanest & best looking. We stayed there about three hours & didn’t even get started at getting around to all the ships.

So much for the ships.

I know just how you feel & I feel like crying myself sometimes, but I can’s see that it would do any good so I just grin & bear it.

I am as sure of your love now as I am of life itself & you can depend on me. I hope someday our dreams will come true.

I haven’t heard from anyone lately. I guess it is mostly because I haven’t written to anyone except you.

I would like to send you a picture of myself washing clothes, but it is against the regulations to have a Kodak on the compound. The compound is like the camps except it has a high fence around it & a guard at the gate.

I am sorry to hear you aren’t feeling well, take care of yourself & have a good time while you are home.

I LOVE YOU. XXXXX

All my love
Duke.

[Postmark: September 30, 1942]

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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 29, 1942

My Darling,

Well, how are you this cold weather? I hope your cold is getting better. It turned cold here last Saturday night & has been colder than H _ _ _ ever since. I guess I won’t get to finish my sun tan. We have started wearing our blue uniforms. It was made (the uniform of the day) today. You see, in the Navy they tell you what you can & can’t wear & when you can wear it, so until you are told to wear blues you can’t, unless you sneak out. That is what I did when I had my picture made for you. I will be able to get that picture about Oct. 7. They are so busy & I thought you wouldn’t mind waiting a few more days. I love you for being so patient with me. [Dad, I think you used it all up before I came around! - Okie]

Looks to me like Ophard would at least let me know when he is going to do such an important thing as marry. I wonder if they will send me an announcement.

You don’t suppose it worries him so much or is so excited that he forgot his own brother? Boy, it must be quite a sensation, suppose?

I think that is a good suggestion, about sending you a message by spelling out the place at the beginning of each paragraph. if I can send a letter at all I’ll do just that.

We are moving to Yorktown about October 15th, it isn’t official yet, but that is what they say or is scuttlebutt.

I like my new job in the record office now. I am getting a room to myself, or you might call it an office. It has a desk, typewriter & a filing cabinet.

Maybe I’ll get enough experience sitting at a desk with my feet upon it, that some day I’ll be a big business man.

I know you had a swell time at home & I am glad you get to go home. I only with I could have enjoyed it with you.

Well, I have just about run out of news.

Don’t ever forget that I Love You.

Goodnight, & be good.

All My Love
“Duke”

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

& . . . Thanks to Greyhawk @ Mudville Gazette for his Open Post! (db)

[Vol. 1: Number 10 — A Continuing Friday Blog Series]

My Mom saved all the letters that my Dad wrote to her while he was away at college and then also during his service in the Navy from summer 1942 until the war ended in 1945. There are over 400 letters, telegrams and postcards that allow us into the mind of “Duke” as he works to serve his country as best he can, and as he struggles to be worthy of, and to keep the commitments he has made to his beloved Anna Mae.

My Dad wasn’t a stranger to me and I always knew that he loved me very much. However, not the most open personality, at least to my interpretation, he always had a depth of patience that defied reason, until the bottom of the barrel was reached. Let me related three events, two I heard about and one I experienced, although all involve me.

First one, we were visiting one of Mom’s brothers in Blackwell, OK, before he moved his family to Denver, and they had a swimming pool at their house, which was extremely rare in the mid-’50s in Oklahoma. A bunch of kids were in the pool and I was wading in the shallow end and somehow was knocked down and sitting on the bottom, now too deep to stand and get my head above water. Mom later told me that Dad, who was wearing his good suit, jumped into the pool and rescued me. Not everyone can truly relate that their father actually saved their life, but mine did. He also ruined his best suit and shoes — hope he always felt it was worth it.

The second, I was in the chicken yard feeding feed grain to the hens, when one of the roosters attacked me and knocked me down and started slicing me with its spurs. Mom later told me that Dad grabbed a hatchet, ran into the chicken yard and dispatched the offending rooster with a solid whack! I imagine that we had fried chicken that night, and it was, I’m sure, real gooooooooooooood!

The third, what it was about I really don’t have a clue. I must have been doing something extremely stupid because I still remember what it felt like for him to give me a swift kick in the butt! When I screw up even now, I can feel his foot kicking me in the ass, and I know that I deserved it then, and also now.

I have so many of his traits. He was a control freak, however he certainly met his match with my Mom. I finally found someone for me that measures up to my penchant for controlling B.S. and she gives me no quarter either.

In today’s five letters you get the sense that Dad, becoming ever more devoted to his Anna Mae, is starting to worry a little about the future, about whether he will ever get to go back home, and whether his Anna Mae will be there if he does make it back. In September of 1942, the war’s outcome is certainly not determined, and we are not sure how much he is thinking about the big picture. Since he and I never got to talk about any of this, I have no insight into his frame of mind at this time of his life. I’m just tripping on getting to know my Dad as a twenty-five year old guy. As a fifty-three year old father of one, I look at him as I would a student in one of my freshman classes when I taught at Tulsa University, and also as my Dad. It’s a very Kevin Costner experience — as per the last scenes in the movie Field of Dreams.

Once again, my father’s letters, continued . . . (db)

[Postmark: September 19, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 18, 1942

My Darling,

I see you haven’t as yet gotten a letter saying I am well, as a matter of fact, I guess I never was very sick.

So, you don’t know how to act in an up town theater, well don’t feel too badly about getting lost. I remember the first larger theater I ever attended. If it hadn’t been for the usher I would have probably gone out the exit & missed the show.

I hope you don’t acquire too many of those big town ideas. I like you just as you are. I am more than glad you got the opportunity to work at a better job but don’t let it change you too much & I’ll do the same.

Didn’t I ever tell you about the way I wash clothes? Well, to start with, we don’t have a washing machine as you probably have already guessed. We use a scrub brush and scrub to beat H_ _ _, then turn the clothes wrong side out & fold them along the seam while they are soaking wet & hang them out to dry without wringing them out. In this way, when they dry, they are pressed. You’d be surprised how good they turn out. Some of the boys have irons but I never use one & my clothes look just as well, believe it or not. Those white suits sure get dirty.

I saw Bill a couple of days ago, he is starting to school in a day or so, I don’t know much about it, I only saw him for a minute.

Bob, my friend here, said to tell you hello & he hung your picture in my locker for me, did a real good job of it too.

He (Bob) still says he is going to send you that picture of him you asked for. I am also going to send you a picture & in the near future too, I promise.

I am still taking my medicine & feel a lot better. I don’t feel like I need it now, but the doctor said to take it so I am.

I am tired tonight. We shot a battalion here this morning & are at Bradford this afternoon. Then I washed my clothes & now I am writing you. It is almost time for lights out so I had better bathe & get to bed. We have inspection by the Captain tomorrow. Everyone dresses in his best & the Captain gives us the once over, just like you have probably seen in the movies. Well, good night darling, & be good.

Yours forever
Love
“Duke”

[Postmark: September 21, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 19, 1942

Hello Darling,

I just got back from Portsmouth Hospital. Took a couple of patients over. On the way back we stopped & bought some ice cream & cookies, sure were good. This is Sunday morning, Sept. 20, 942. I ran out of ink last night & had to wait until this morning to borrow some & write you, notice the difference in color?

We had a long day yesterday, had inspection by the Captain. That is the first time I have ever stood Captain’s inspection. He just gave me the once over & went on, I guess everything was O.K. because he stopped at several of the boys and gave them H _ _ _, & I mean he can do a good job of it too. He also ate out some of the officers, who hadn’t polished their buttons lately.

I have nothing to do today. I am on standby, don’t have to work but I have to stay on the compound. I guess I might as well wash a few clothes & then take a sun bath. I sure have read a lot since I joined the Navy, it is a good way to pass away time. I read every thing I get my hands on except the newspaper.

I had to stand fire watch last night from 12 o’clock till 2 o’clock. This happens every two or three weeks, for the hospital corps. We have to make the rounds through a building where they keep the patients that are being discharged from the Navy. We check to see that they are all there & that they don’t smoke in bed.

Say, about that Civil Service job, if I were you I wouldn’t give up a good job I liked for one I don’t know anything about & besides, don’t get too far away from home, you will always be happier if you stay close enough that you can go home once in a while. I know, & besides, I’ll know where to find you when I do come back.

I don’t know anything about Earl Semons so I can’t say much. It doesn’t sound any too good though.

I can’t figure it out. I write mother letters & all she sends me is cards. I guess that is better than nothing, though.

About that Casa Loma visit, I want you to have a good time, but do be good. I know Lucille & Billy drink & you promised you wouldn’t unless I was along, so have a good time but don’t indulge for it makes you do things you shouldn’t.

By till tomorrow.

Yours for Ever.
Duke.

P.S. I think Ophard is getting married next week.

[Postmark: September 21, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 20, 1942

My Darling Sweetheart,

I don’t understand it, I didn’t get a letter today but I suppose I’ll get two tomorrow. I hope so. I sure missed the one I was supposed to get today.

I got a letter from the Sturgeons. They each wrote a letter and put it in the same envelope. They don’t know what to think about Ophard [Dad's brother - Okie] planning on getting married. you see, they have never met Gladys & they sort of feel as though they should either approve or disapprove of the girl before Ophard marries.

Ted said he sure needs help on the farm & wishes Ophard & I were there to help him.

I sat in the sun almost all day today, got a little red, but didn’t burn. If I can find time I am going to start on that again, the one I started down in Texas. I have been on the job so much I haven’t had time to complete it, that is, do a good job. I am a lot browner than I was the last time you saw me, but I am far from being satisfied with the job.

I washed again today, just the suit I wore yesterday. I try to wash every other day so there won’t be so much to wash at one time. I have 8 suits of whites, 3 suits of blues, 4 white hats, 1 blue hat, 10 suits of undies, 12 pairs of socks, a over coat, over shoes, two pairs of slippers, 1 pair of black shoes, 2 pair of brown shoes, 2 pair of overall pants, & lord only knows what else. This is more clothes than I ever had in my life before.

Bob is over at the main building making a long distant call to his girl, boy would it cost me to call my girl. I might try it some time, don’t be surprised.

Say, I am getting to where I can write several pages. I get lots of practice, but I love it.

I just got back from the station movie “Bullet Seas”. I don’t know any of the stars & it wasn’t any too good, but it was free.

Well, it is about time for lights out, so good night darling. (I LOVE YOU)

Forever yours,
“Duke”

[Postmark: September 22, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 21, 1942

My Darling Anna Mae,

I certainly do have a wonderful girl. Guess what! I got 2 letters & a card from her today. Darling, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t write to me every day. I guess I’d go nutty.

We have sure been busy today. We shot a battalion this morning & have been examining another battalion all afternoon. it is now 9:15 & we just now quit, some days are like this. I have typed so much today I’ll probably type in my sleep. But the way, I am getting pretty good at typing if I do say so myself, practice makes perfect.

You won’t have to ask me to come home if I can, because the first chance I get you’ll be seeing me. boy, what writing, I am tired. I am still out in the shot hut writing this letter. I knew if I went over to the barracks it would be too noisy. I still promise I’ll have a picture made for you & soon, too. you see, I can’t go to town just anytime I please.

I don’t get off till 5 o’clock & by the time I could get to town it would be too late, so I have to wait till the weekend & I only get off every other weekend, Maybe. Sometimes we have to work on Sunday when we are supposed to have liberty, but it is O.K., gets kind of tiresome but I don’t mind too much. It can’t last forever, I hope.

My Darling, I am so lonely tonight. I wish you were here, or I was there. There isn’t anything or anybody that can take your place & fill the spot that you have been in my life. I guess I have it pretty bad. Forgive me, I am supposed to keep up your moral & not break it down.

All my Love
Forever & a day
“Duke”

P.S. thumbs Up.

[Postmark: September 22, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 22, 1942

To My Darling Anna Mae,

I didn’t get a letter today but I got three yesterday, so I didn’t exactly expect one, although I waited in hope all day & it didn’t come.

I haven’t written mother in two or three days, I know I should but I can’t seem to find time, maybe I will tonight after I finish this to you. Your letter means more to me than all the rest together. I guess we feel the same about most things.

I am on duty tonight but we haven’t had a call for ambulance yet. Oh yeah, a call just now came in. I’ll finish this before I go because some papers have to be filled out first on the patient.

We take him over to the Hospital at Portsmouth. That is where I was before I came over here. I am just the helper on the ambulance, I don’t drive because I don’t have a license.

Some of the boys here in ships co. are getting their orders so you never can tell who will be next. I’ll probably have to fill in one of the jobs where the boys are leaving. I don’t know yet, but I’ll bet I will probably be sent back in the records office.

One of the fellows here got a clipping from his wife today. They had his name & a write up about him & the Seabees in his hometown paper, By the way, most of the boys here are married. I don’t see how they figure it, but I guess it is all right, what do you think?

Well, I guess I’d better get ready to go on that trip to Portsmouth.

All My Love
Duke

P.S. Keep your nose clean

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

[Vol. 1: Number 9 — A Continuing Friday Blog Series]

My Mom saved all the letters that my Dad wrote to her while he was away at colledge and then also during his service in the Navy from summer 1942 until the war ended in 1945. There are over 400 letters, telegrams and postcards that allow us into the mind of “Duke” as he works to serve his country as best he can, and as he struggles to be worthy of, and to keep the commitments he has made to his beloved Anna Mae.

My Dad served the early part of his Navy tour of duty in Norfolk, Virginia during the late summer/early fall of 1942. Lots going on there, but he doesn’t mention anything, such as the battleship USS Alabama that was built in the shipyard there and commissioned on that Aug. 16, so he probably didn’t know about it. He actually mentions in this week’s letters that they, he and his buddies, don’t know what is going on in the world or in the war, although maybe he is trying to keep Mom from worrying.

Nice to know that the ol’ man was arguing for his faith against the secular humanists in his barracks, guess I am a chip off the old block, after all.

He is continuing to reassure his Anna Mae that he is not drinking or out carousing around with other women, and is desperately hoping that she is doing the same. Like my Mom would have ever been drunk.

What comes through all these letters is his homesickness and continual loneliness. It’s so hard in these times of cell phones, fax machines and email to get into the mindset of someone whose only contact with the woman he loves is via the 8-day wait provided by the U.S. Postal Service, now affectionately known as “snail mail”! What patience I may have, I learned from him.

So, once again, my father’s letters, continued . . . (db)

[Postmark: September 12, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 11, 1942

My Darling,

I slipped yesterday and didn’t write you a letter. I was on ambulance duty & boy was we busy, started at 6 o’clock & got through at 1:30. We made two trips to Portsmouth hospital & one trip to Camp Bradford, so tonight I thought I’d write you an extra long letter & just then we got another ambulance call to Portsmouth again. It is now 10 o’clock & the lights in the barracks are out, but I am determined to write you so guess where I am writing this letter. It is a place where they never turn out the lights, by the way, do you smell anything?

I heard from J.L a couple of days ago & wrote right back. I’ll bet he will be surprised.

I am glad none of our friends have forgotten us. It pays to have friends, that is (real friends). I saw my friend Bill while I was over at Portsmouth tonight. He asked me if I was married yet. He sure is a swell guy.

By the way, the trip to Virginia Beach has been called off. I knew something would happen.

All My Love
Duke

[Postmark: September 14, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 11, 1942

Hello Sweetheart,

How are you today, I feel like a million. I am taking my medicine like a man & am trying to quit smoking. I think I can do it, don’t you? I went to town Saturday & guess what I did? Well, you won’t believe it until you see it. [Not a clue, here - Okie]

I am sorry I didn’t write yesterday, but I went to the show & didn’t get back until late. I am not going to town any more so I won’t miss writing anymore. I am sorry about this paper, but it is all I have out here at the Inoculation Hut. You asked me about B.H.. Yes, he was in the Navy before. He and I planned on joining the Navy just after we graduated from High School. Well, he did and served 4 years.

He didn’t like it but he was a seaman. I guess that is pretty rough. I haven’t as yet got to see him. They are changing our liberty & boy is everyone hollering. We used to get off every other night & every other weekend starting at noon Saturday, but now we don’t have anymore weekends off. It won’t bother me in the least except I don’t like to work on Sunday, can you blame me? I am trying to write this and several guys are trying to talk to me so don’t blame me if it don’t make sense. I’ll bet you can guess what they are talking about. Yes, that’s right.

I got a letter from the people in the pictures I sent you. They are still in Corpus Christi. I don’t know if you ever understood who they were or not. They are Ted Sturgeon’s sister & Family.

I’ll have to quit, they are driving me crazy trying to listen & write at the same time.

All my Love.
Duke.

[Postmark: September 16, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 15, 1942

Hell-o Sweetheart,

I know you don’t like typewritten letters but I don’t see how you can read the ones I write with pen and ink, and besides I can write more and better letters when I have time to think, besides I need the practice and how.

I don’t have any contact with the outside world, no papers, and we only listen to music on the radio, this is right, we aren’t interested in what is going on in this war torn world of ours. Boy how I can rave! No fooling, we don’t hear much about the war in here, they just don’t talk about it, and you would be surprised they all seem to want to get in to it, the only thing that seems to make them mad is because they have to stay here so long and can’t get right into the war.

I don’t know if I will ever get this written, every time I start someone comes in for a shot, some of the men were on duty and we have to shoot them when they come in, stragglers we call them. And also, they are building a weather shelter around the hut and of all the noise, hammering, sawing and all kind of noises.

They just brought a man in with a cut in his head and we had to give him a tetanus shot, he acts out of his head, yes, he is a little goofy.

Well, here I am trying to write you and I don’t know what to say. I LOVE YOU.

They are having a show tonight so I think I will go to it. I don’t know just what it (will be), but there isn’t any thing else to do. Oh, if you were only here I would be satisfied and would ask for nothing else.

[handwritten part]

I guess I’ll have to finish this with pen & ink. Say, guess what I just got, another letter from my best girl, You. I was certainly surprised but pleased. I suppose now that I won’t get one tomorrow. Your letters are my main interest.

I am sending you a clipping of an article written about the outfit I am in. It was in Colliers magazine this last week. I hope you get that picture you wanted real soon, I am trying like everything.

I am not afraid of you getting drunk ever, you can’t stand the taste remember, & you needn’t worry about me. I was only kidding.

I wouldn’t feel right going with anyone else & I wouldn’t have any fun, so I am not going with another girl except You.

These guys here are now arguing about the Bible & evolution, can you imagine? Some of them don’t believe in the Bible. Boy, do we have a time arguing.

It sure is hot here, I am wringing wet with sweat.

I can’t think of anything else so By till next time.

All my Love
Duke

[Postmark: September 17, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 16, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well, I finally bought some new stationary. I ran out again. This isn’t much better, but it is all you can get on the compound.

We moved today (the hospital corps), we just moved to a new building, nothing to it except a lot of trouble. I even smashed my little finger in the process, sure does hurt, want to kiss it? Oh, now it feels better. I don’t know what I would do without you. My Darling, you are my life.

We didn’t do much today, we just messed around & shot a few officers.

I didn’t get a letter yesterday I mean today, but I got two yesterday so I guess it is all right.

You can’t believe anything you hear in the Navy, the stuff about changing liberty is a bunch of hooey. In the Navy, they call it Scuttle Butt. In other words, it is just hear say, or rumor.

Well, how is everything in Tulsa by now. I am sure you like your work because it is new & interesting, buy the way, how do you like your boss, or do you have a boss who tells you what to do. This is the best part about the job in the inoculation hut. I have no boss, just do everything more or less as I please, just so I get the work done.

My nose and throat is already feeling a lot better since I started taking this medicine, jut think, that’s all I needed all these years & no doctor was smart enough to know. This doctor is a specialist in eyes, ears, nose & throat.

Well, here I start on my third page, say that’s a record for me, isn’t it?

I could tell you a few more times how much I love you, but I am hoping you know that by now. I even believe you trust me now, & I certainly trust you. If it will only remain that way our life will be a happy one & as far as I am concerned, It will be. I have changed a lot since I met you. I have you to thank for making it better. With your love to guide me, my self control has grabbed hold of me & straightened me out. I am a changed man because I am Very much in love with you, My Darling.

I Love You
“Duke”

P.S. I hope you don’t think me silly, but it is the truth as I see it.

[Postmark: September 17, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 17, 1942

Hello Darling,

I just mailed you a letter not more than 30 minutes ago. The one I wrote last night, & here I am writing another. I just now got one from you. That is the trouble with having to wait so long for an answer. It takes 8 days to get an answer from a letter. In the letter today, you send your regrets because I was sick & I haven’t been sick for a week, but that is the best we can do, & thanks a million for feeling sorry for me. I only wish I had the privilege of getting all my colds from you. I guess you won’t be having colds anymore. I am certainly proud of the outcome of your physical examination. I personally had never doubted it but it is something to be proud of & stay proud of, as long as a person has good health they can get along. It doesn’t matter what you look like, for example, look at me. I could never have gotten in the Navy if I wasn’t in good health. They don’t care what I look like. But you Darling, have Good Health & looks, both. You also have personality plus, as a matter of fact you are just what I want. May I have you? Thanks a million!

Have you heard anything about my little brother in Calif.? I haven’t heard from him in ages. The last I heard about him was from you. Has he & Gladys tied the knot yet, or have you heard. I sure like Gladys, she is a swell person. You can quote me on that.

Tell Pauline Hello & to keep her chin up. I am sorry I hadn’t mentioned her before, but I thought about her & how she was standing this war situation with Paul gone. [Paul was Mom's older brother who was killed by a sniper in Okinawa, Pauline was his wife and is still active in the family all these many years later, even after remarrying. It's quite a special family! - Okie] Say, you may get a few pointers from her on how it is to be married & away from your husband, or have you already looked into that matter? My, aren’t you glad you are not tied down, or are you?

You said your old friend Marlene wouldn’t live with you. You didn’t happen to suggest that she live somewhere else did you? I thought so. Shame on you. I really can’t blame you though because I know how she gets on my nerves sometimes, don’t quote me on this, but I think she would like to hook my brother, what do you think? Say, I am not in the habit of gossiping, but I don’t have anything else to talk about, except that I love you & that is the reason I do all of this writing.

With all my Love
Duke.

P.S. I AM LONELY.

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

[Vol. 1: Number 8 — A continuing Friday Blog Series]

I’m gonna keep this short and sweet this week, just like the five letters that are being presented. My Dad’s getting ever more lonely and frustrated, even to the point of fantasizing about just walking away from base to go and see his honey, but he won’t do that. The lure of the bottle is still calling his name, will the love for his Anna Mae be strong enough for him to honor his promise to not drink? Will he ever get the pictures made that he promised her? Will he ever get to do anything in the Navy except stick guys in the hind end with a needle and type memos for his C.O? Stay tuned . . .

Without further ado, my father’s letters, continued. (db)

[Postmark: September 7, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 5, 1942

Hello My Darling,

I am glad you like the new job, I was sure you would & that every thing would be O.K.

I got a letter from J.L. today, he says everything is O.K. down there except he don’t get enough sleep. Well, that’s all we get up here. “Sleep”.

I went over to see Bill today but he had gone some place so I just came back home. There isn’t anything else to do except go to the show & I have seen so many shows I can’t get interested anymore. B.H. has to work when I am off & I work when he is off. I never have got to talk to him. I called him today just before he left for work. He is going to quit his job & join the Navy again.

These guys here sure talk funny, they are from the northeastern states. I can hardly understand them. [Sure Dad, and I imagine they felt the same way about you! - Okie]

I have nothing new to tell you — I miss you Terribly —

With Love

“Duke”

P.S. I forgot to send a card last time so I am sending two this time.

[Postmark: September 7, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 7, 1942

My Darling,

Well, another Sunday has passed & I didn’t even leave camp. Say, you aren’t the only one who expects a letter every day & I didn’t get one today.

I am glad you like the bracelet. It isn’t much, but it carries the meaning of an expensive a present as money can buy.

I haven’t written mother yet. I guess I had better. It seems I only take time to write to you. I worry more about you than any thing else. I know everything is alright, but I keep wondering what you are doing & thinking every minute of the day.

Nothing new today so will close.

Love

“Duke”

[Postmark: September 8, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 7, 1942

Darling,

Well, another day has passed & I haven’t received a letter today. You have spoiled me, I now expect a letter every day & I haven’t gotten one for two days. Boy am I blue, if I had liberty tonight I might go down town and buy a pint. I haven’t drank a drop since I arrived here in Virginia & it is dirt cheap. Aren’t you proud of me. & it’s not because I don’t have the money, because I do. It is for you darling, & myself.

I think I’ll go down to Virginia Beach two weeks from yesterday. A couple of the boys here have never been down & I’d like to go down there again, so we are planning on it. Anything can happen though & we may not get to go. It sure is a swell beach, that is where I bought the candy animals, remember?

There is on thing you don’t have to worry about & that is girls. I couldn’t even get a date if I tried. There are so many sailors here even the worst type of girls can be choicie (Mispelled). (Boy am I ignorate)

But I Love You
Duke

(WRITE SOON)

[Postmark: September 9, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 8, 1942

Darling Anna Mae,

Well this certainly is nice, two lovely letters & both from you. You know, I guess I bragged too soon about not being sick. I have been in bed all day today. I have what the Navy calls Cat. Fever, or a bad cold. It is another one of those sinus attacts like I have always had. Do you have any idea how many times I have come home from school well & go back sick with a bad cold? You don’t have any idea how I enjoyed getting those colds.

If you were here now I would give you my cold.

I start tomorrow taking Cod Liver Oil, & an Iodine Comp. “Doctors Orders.” He says I have a deficiency of iodine & as long as I have this deficiency I will be subject to colds.

Maybe that is what the trouble has been all the time, if so, maybe I can cure it. I’ll try anything. Enough about me —

What are your impressions of your new job by now, & how was every thing at home? YOu will probably answer these questions before you get this. I ran out of ink & had to borrow some.

No, I probably won’t be lucky enough to go aboard ship. A yeoman in the Navy is a stneogpher (misspelled), by the way, I am back in the inoculation hut again & I saw that Irwin boy you told me about. he is in the 27th Battalion. I gave him his Tetanus (Lock Jaw) shot today. I was surprised to see him.

“All My Love”
Duke

[Postmark: September 9, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 9, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well darling, another day has passed & I feel much better. I worked today & enjoyed it, nothing new happened today, they are still talking about moving this camp, so don’t be surprised when you get a letter from me with a new return address. They keep changing their mind, so it may be this month or next month, I don’t know.

I didn’t get around to having my picture made for you last week, but I’ll get it as soon as possible. I know you are getting tired of hearing me say that & I am sorry, but I just can’t seem to get around to it. I’ll try, honest I will.

Say, Bob was complimented by you asking for a picture of him & he says you shall have one. I see you still don’t know B.H. Well, anyway, he is a swell guy.

Darling, I miss you more each day. If it keeps on as it is going, I don’t know how I am going to keep from just walking off. Maybe I’ll get a leave before too long. I hope.

Boy is it hot. I am just burning up. I’ll be glad when it gets a little cooler.

Well, goodbye till tomorrow.

With All My Love.
“Duke”

P.S. I am out of picture cards.

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

[Vol. 1: Number 7 — A continuing Friday Blog Series]

I almost didn’t post these this week. I have been so preoccupied with the Terri Schiavo situation that I was concerned about whether anyone would want to read something like this, at a time like this, and whether I could tear myself away from the focus on current events and actually transcribe the letters and do the scans. The answer is, yes I can, certainly I did.

I just had to think of my Dad’s situation in late Summer of ’42. Here he was, less than a year after the slaughter on Pearl Harbor, away from home, with world events spiraling out of control, death and devastation on a scale previously unknown to mankind, and he is concerned about being homesick, and wanting to be able to spend a few days with his precious “Anna Mae”.

My Dad wrote 25 letters plus sent a handfull of postcards to my future Mom in September of 1942. That’s going to take us 5 weeks to get through here. In some of this selection, he tells her that he wishes the war was over already. What he doesn’t know is that there is almost 3 years of terrible conflict to go before his wish will come true, and that before it’s over, my Mom’s oldest brother Paul, will be killed by a sniper in Okinawa.

Without further ado, my father’s letters, continued. (db)

[Postmark: September 1, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

August 31, 1942

Hello My Darling,

Just received Two wonderful letters today. I am sorry I missed writing yesterday. I went to town to see B.H. Alexander, he wasn’t home so I took in a movie & messed around. Believe it or not I went to church yesterday. I was invited out for dinner but I didn’t go, I wanted to see B.H. & then he wasn’t home. I missed a good chicken dinner. Don’t worry, it was some lady about 45 & her mother who asked me to dinner. Everyone came around & shook my hand, I felt so silly. You see, there was only three sailors at church & the preacher talked about it.

I forgot to tell you I saw Geld Peden the other day, he was in one of the battalions that left here a day or so ago. He was as surprised as I was, this was one day while I was working in the inoculation hut. I gave him his shots & we chatted a while. I meant to go see him but I never did. I just couldn’t seem to find time. I also saw a boy that I worked with down at Norman, that was just last Saturday.

You asked me about the town of Norfolk. Well, it’s terrible, the town is too small for the population, you have to stand in line to buy anything & everything is sky high! There are no buildings over three stories high.

Maybe after you try to read this letter you will wish I would type more of them.

I am more than pleased with your answer to my question, (about marriage.) I wish this war was over, don’t you?

Well, I don’t know anything else to say, so I guess I’ll close till tomorrow.

I haven’t had a sick day since I have been here, not even a cold. I guess this regular hours are good, long nights are good for me. Sure has been cool here for the past two weeks.

all my Love,
Duke.
p.s. Good luck at your new job.

[Postmark: September 2, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept. 1, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well, what do you know, I got 2 letters & three cards today, boy did I feel good.

I don’t have anything in particular to say but I’ll answer your questions. Everyone takes exercise every morning before breakfast except the medical department. We sleep till 6:30. We all in the medical department eat at the same mess hall. Each battalion has its own mess hall, cooks & all & they move with the battalion where ever they go. They have battalions at Camp Bradford same as here, mess halls & all, so when I go down there, I eat in their mess halls.

I haven’t been swimming in ages, don’t know when I’ll get to again. Bill is still over at Portsmouth.

I haven’t even as much as talked to a girl in so long, I wouldn’t even know how to act. I go to town about once a week & eat a steak dinner, then go to the show, that’s all.

You see, I don’t have time to do much, work every day from 8-5, then eat & write a letter to you & usually wash some & there isn’t much time left for anything else & every other night I work til 9 o’clock.

With Love,
“Duke”

[Postmark: September 3, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 2, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well, just as you said, I didn’t get a letter today. By the way, I just heard today that I, or we (the whole camp), area going to be moved to a new camp in Yorktown, VA. It is about 40 miles from here. I don’t know what way, but it will be two months before we go.

Nothing happened today, just the same old stuff. Oh, yes, Bob, my friend here, got a 5 day leave, he leaves tomorrow & I’ll take over his job till he gets back. I’d have to have at least 10 days before I’d consider leaving.

I am thinking of having my picture made next week-end, at least I am thinking of it.

With all my
Love
“Duke”

[Postmark: September 4, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 3, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well, here it is Sept 3 and I haven’t received a letter yet. It seems ages. I should get one tomorrow, I hope.

Boy, it sure it hot here. I am just dripping wet with sweat. It has only been hot for the last couple of days.

Hasn’t anything happened today, just the same, only things. Didn’t work much today, just shot one company of men, about 300, but boy will we have to work tomorrowMonday, have to shoot 2 battalions, about 2200 men.

Well, how do you like your new job by now, fine I am sure.

I am happy for you.

Got a card from Mother today, she is in Ind. having a swell time.

All My Love
Duke

[Postmark: September 5, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

Sept 4, 1942

My Darling,

Boy was I surprised & pleased today. Guess what, I got three letters & all from you. It sure takes a long time for a letter to reach here from there. I just heard that if N.O.B. is left off the address it will get here a day sooner, let’s try what say.

Boy, it’s just as hot tonight as last night, sweat is just dripping off me, notice how wet the paper is. [I can still see the sweat stains on the stationary - Okie] I can’t help it. Wish I had a table to write on & maybe you could read it.

I am glad that you found a nice apartment & I am sure everything will be alright, & you don’t wish I was there anymore than I want to be there.

I am just waiting for the day
When ______________________________

We had wieners and sour Kraut for supper tonight & boy I can still taste them. They were good, but I don’t care much for them.

Oh yes, you asked me who B.H. is. He is Del Alexander’s brother, the one who used to deliver ice at Oilton, remember? B.H. & I were pals in high school. He went with Margaret Haley, too. He is married now & it has been about 9 or 10 years, & the first thing he asked me was what ever happened to Margaret. Figure that one out. [Dad, things never change! - Okie]

U.S.N.C.T.C. N.O.B. — means.
United States Naval Construction Training Center, Naval Operations Base.

I don’t know anything else except
I Love You.

“Duke”

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

[Welcome Hugh Hewitt visitors - Please look around a little!]
Be sure and check out the latest news about what can be done for Terri Schiavo. Late yesterday this was reported on USA Today:

USAToday – In a last-ditch effort to save Terri Schiavo’s life, a House committee plans to issue subpoenas Friday to stop doctors from removing the severely brain-damaged woman’s feeding tube.

The extraordinary legislative maneuver comes after the House and Senate failed to agree on legislation to keep the woman alive before leaving Washington for their spring break. House officials hope that the subpoenas will stop doctors from removing Schiavo’s feeding tube at 1 p.m. ET Friday.

Like Shaun Hannity said on Hannity & Colmes tonight, I cannot believe that the House of Representatives adjourned without taking a vote on the legislation for Terri Schiavo that was rushed through today. I guess steroid use in baseball is more important to our esteemed representatives in Congress than the imminent “euthanasia” of a woman that has never been properly diagnosed. We should all remember that on election day, ’06!

[Vol. 1: Number 6 — A continuing Friday Blog Series]

I’ve been blogging about Terri Schiavo a good part of today, and as I put together this post of my Dad’s letters, Terri and my Mom, the Anna Mae that “Duke” is writing to, have been heavy on my mind. The day after Christmas, 2002, Mom, who was in cardiac critical care at Northwestern Hospital in Tulsa, shocked us all by refusing any further treatment for her congestive heart failure. It’s 5 am, and the nurse comes in to the CICU waiting room, where about 20 of us are sleeping, and tells me that Mom has had a bad run of V-tack and has refused to take a potassium supplement that could help keep this from happening again.

I’m not going to go through the entire chronology of that day, that will be another post sometime in the future, but suffice it to say, Mom made it clear to all of us that she was ready to go and be with her beloved “Duke” in Heaven, so she would not allow any further treatment or extraordinary measures to be taken on her behalf. This we understood, and I helped her as she worked out her DNR (do not resuscitate) document that would allow her to die the next time something happened with her heart, an event which was certain to come soon.

What my sister and I would not allow was for her to starve to death. We made it very plain to our mother that God could take her whenever he wanted, but if she refused, at the very least, intravenous nutrition, we would have a psych consult come in and have her declared incompetent and do it anyway, so she did agree to allow this minimal step to be taken to prolong her existence. Starving her to death was not conceivable, we are not savages!

I cannot imagine what is going on in the mind of Michael Schiavo in his desire to have his wife Terri starve to death, but I am praying that the Florida legislature and or our Congress will act tomorrow to at least allow Terri to have the proper testing of an MRI and PET scans to determine if she is really in PVS (permanent vegetative state), but as of tonight it is not looking good. The U.S. Supreme Court has denied the request of Terri’s parents to block the removal of Terri’s feeding tube. President Bush weighed in with this:

“The case of Terri Schiavo raises complex issues,” he said. “Yet in instances like this one, where there are serious questions and substantial doubts, our society, our laws and our courts should have a presumption in favor of life. Those who live at the mercy of others deserve our special care and concern.”

I didn’t intend to get into this in such detail with this introduction to this week’s posting of Dad’s letters, but just as he wrote them in the environment of his own time, I am reading and commenting on them in the environment of mine. Today, the life of one lone soul in Florida is in the balance, with the outcome having serious ramifications for our entire society. In my Dad’s time, the decisions he and other brave souls made created the future that we are living today. The decisions we are making today, are creating the future that our children, and theirs, will live in, tomorrow. God, please guide us, and help us. You know we need it.

Without further ado, my father’s letters, continued. (db)

[Postmark: August 23, 1942]
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[Camp Allen — Norfolk, VA]

August 22, 1942

Hell-o My Darling,

I am sorry I missed writing you One day and I will try and not let it happen again. I am now sitting at my desk ###, which won’t be mine very long. I am being moved next Monday. I think I told you that I am to return to my old and first job here , In the Inoculation Hut,.

No wonder I am loosing my job, just look at the mess I am making of this letter, I hope that is not the reason I would hate to think I couldn’t handle any job they have here for PhM2c. The is really the easiest money I have ever made in my life.

I am really happy to hear about your new Job. It isn’t surprising to me but you can bet your life it is pleasing. So write and tell me all about it when you get time, I mean as soon as possible. What I would like to know is what you told them when they asked if you planned on being married any time soon. You told me what you said when they asked if you had a steady boy friend, but there you quit.

You know something? It’s hard to tell just how much you need a person until they are gone. I knew I would miss you something terrible but I didn’t now it would be like this, I can’t seem to get you off my mind, I think about it night and day. I guess that is the reason I am writing you so often, I have never done so much writing before.

So much for my troubles. The real thing in mind now is this new job of yours, I know you will make it OK, so I am not worrying about that, the thing is, what will you do in your spare time. Say, are the WHITEHEADs still living there in Tulsa? It is Tulsa that you are going to, isn’t it? Well, if they do, it won’t be so bad and you can go home on weekends. Well, at least there are other people living there that you know, and by the way, don’t let some of those smart girls over there talk you into any thing foolish. They will you know, if they can. They use the old story about maybe he won’t come back, and look at the time you have wasted. I know, they have one here too, only it is maybe you won’t get back, and look at the fun you have missed. You understand what I mean, don’t you? I am sure you do, maybe you have already had such problems.

WELL LISTEN! I AM COM-BACK AND WHAT’S MORE, IN BETTER SHAPE THAT I LEFT.
-MING
I must ha ##### been excited when I wrote the line above I didn’t complete the word comming.

I haven’t heard from J.T. and I have written him, I didn’t know his address so I just took it from the clipping you sent to me. As a matter of fact I haven’t heard from any one for a long time, not since I have been in N.C.T.C. and I have written to most all of them, but no responce (misspelled).

I have never been aboard a ship, I am a dry land sailor. It looks as though I will go all through this war and never set foot on a ship. I would at least like to look one over. Wouldn’t that be something to tell our children, “That their Paw was a sailor and had never been on a ship.”

Boy, do I rave? Maybe I am only dreaming, but it is fun.

Well, I have another hour to spend here and nothing to do but answer the phone if it rings. The Doctor has already gone home, but I am supposed to stay and keep the office open just in case somebody wants to know something. Yes, I carry a key to the office, I am his secretary. But I don’t sit on his knee. [Thanks, Dad! Glad to hear it! (db)]

Boy, I sure am fast, the hour is up and look what I have accomplished. Practically nothing. Well, I did answer about a dozen phone calls and answered a few questions from several Officers who dropped in to see the Doctor.

So long till tomorrow
WITH ALL MY LOVE.
“DUKE”

[Handwritten]
P.S. I just got back to Camp Allen & on the way I saw an airplane that had just crashed. I don’t think anyone was hurt seriously but the plane was sure smashed.

[Postmark: August 25, 1942]
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[Camp Allen — Norfolk, VA]

Aug 24, 1942

My Darling,

Well, what do you know, two letters today & I got one from Ted yesterday. I must be coming up in this old world.

Say, it sure must take a long time for a letter to reach Oklahoma from here because I answered most all of these questions you have asked here, two or three letters ago. I went to town yesterday & saw “The In??ders”, it was a swell show. If you haven’t seen it, don’t miss it. & guess what? While I was standing in front of the show waiting to get in, guess who I saw? B.H Alexander. Remember, I told you he lived up here. Well, I have been looking for him ever since I have been here, but couldn’t find him so I just gave up, & there I stood & he walked by. He didn’t know me but I hollered at him, & was he surprised, his eyes popped out a foot, well, maybe not quite that far, but he was surprised. He is working in a ship yard & was just starting to work. I am going down & visit with him soon. I think I’ll take him & his wife out to dinner just for old times sake. I haven’t met his wife. If you were only here we would have a real nice party. Oh. Boy.

I am still secretary to the Lt. Commander, was driving his big Buick around today. I think he likes me. I can’t imagine why.

It doesn’t matter about anyone else, just so you are still on my side, that’s what keeps things going smooth.

Bill was O.K. two weeks ago. I haven’t seen him since then, he is Master at Arms at the corpsman quarters, her is supposed to see that the boys keep them clean. I guess we are just lucky.

I won’t get PhM1/e until I have been here in the Navy 4 months.

Well, I have just about told all I know. All the luck in the world to you on your new job. Answer soon.

Love
Duke

[Postmark: August 27, 1942]
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[Camp Allen — Norfolk, VA]

August 26,

Hello Darling,

I can’t understand why you haven’t heard from me in three days. I only missed one day writing to you & I probably won’t miss another day. Today we got the afternoon off, so I have been reading. I just now got your letter so I decided to answer. I don’t have anything to say except I Love you, & always will.

I got a letter from Ted & he is taking the money I am sending & is going to try & make more money for me. I sent it in a payment on what I owe him & Ophard [Dad's Brother] & they both refuse to accept any of it. Boy! There is nothing so swell as true friends, just as you said. I guess we are just lucky. I hope nothing ever happens to separate us. I wouldn’t know how to act without you. You seem to be a part of my life. I am glad to hear from Grandmother. I hadn’t heard from her since I left.

Tell her Hello for me if you see her before you leave for Tulsa. Tell everyone hello.

I Love You.
Duke.

P.S. This may be short, but it has a long meaning. I would give anything to see you.

[Postmark: August 29, 1942]
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[Norfolk, VA]

August 28, 1942

Hell-o Darling,

I received another nice letter to-day, sure was glad to hear from you. Hasn’t anything exciting happened around here lately just work and sleep. I sure get tired of the same old thing every day, but I guess it could be worse.

I received a card from Mother to-day, she says they are going to Indiana. I don’t know who all are going, but I bet it would sure be fun. It is going to be a Casada family reunion, boy what a mess. I hope Grandmother gets to go.

I wish I could have been able to attend your nice birthday party, that chicken sure sounds good, but most of all, I would like to see you. I won’t lie about it, I forgot all about your birthday. I guess I would make an average husband, most of them forget such things.

I had no idea about the things you told me about what you thought when I was going with Margaret Haley, but what gets me most is how I hadn’t found you long before I did. The first thing I remember about you is when you started working at Burnie’s. I said then that I couldn’t figure out how I had missed you, and I still say it. I remember as if it was yesterday, the night I finally got up enough nerve to ask if I could take you home, you seemed so distant that it seemed useless, and besides that, J.T. told me it was useless because you was a man hater. You weren’t though, you was just scared, almost as scared as I was that you wouldn’t go with me.

Well, just as I thought, I have another job now. I am now in the record office, that is where they keep the health records for all the men who are here. I work at the survey desk. When a man is surveyed, he is discharged from service because he is physically unfit for service. I have to see that everything is in order for the survey to go through. They are determined to make a yeoman out of me. They gave no reason for the last mover, but of course, they don’t have to give a reason. They just tell you and you do it.

I think I’ll go over and see Bill next week-end. I hope he is still over there. My best friend here is now pressing his suit, I just finished pressing mine. Bob is this boy’s name, he sure is a swell guy, he is from Ohio, nice looking too.

With Love
“Duke”

Dad’s WWII Letters to Mom™
A celebration of love and discovery by Duke’s son.
Copyright © 2005 — Arthur Dale Baker — All Rights Reserved

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[Vol. 1: Number 5 — A continuing Friday Blog Series]

It was the Summer of 1942, and less than four months from the first anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.

Gandhi and his chief supporters of committee “Quit India” are jailed in India causing mass riots and the Japanese begin operations to reinforce Guadalcanal. The first serious Air attack from the USA with 12 B-17′s (Flying Fortress), from Eighth Air Force, on shunting yards from Rouen, France, escort by British Spitfire. In September the first B-24′s Liberators arrived.

At Camp Allen in Portsmouth, Virginia, where my Dad was assigned, the Seebees were being trained and dispatched to New Caledonia, Guadalcanal, and other hotspots throughout the So. Pacific.

Shortly after the disaster of Pearl Harbor, a new organization known as Construction Battalions was formed. The name “Seabee” developed, a play on the initials letters of the words “Construction Battalions.” Artists were set to work to develop an insignia and the flying bee with hammer in one hand and machine gun in the other became the identifying insignia.

These units were conceived because of the fact that civilian construction men under the terms of international law were not able to bear arms and the Navy, foreseeing that armed, organized builders were to be needed in this all-out struggle, recruited experienced artificers to train them to be active participants in the war. Volunteers joined the new organization and in May, 1942, preparations were made to organize one battalion a week and train them at Camp Allen, Naval Construction Training Center, located at the Naval Operating Base at Norfolk, VA.

In his letters, Dad mentions these battalions being pushed through Camp Allen at a furious pace. However; Dad, evidently always the optimists, doesn’t seem to be aware of the world-wide chaos that is about to engulf him. He is still focused on the day-to-day boredom of being away from home, but not exactly free to do as he pleases. Also, we see that he is struggling with being “true” to his Anna Mae as all his buddies are off on liberty having the time-of-their-lives while he stays behind and does his wash, and writes letters to the “love-of-his-life”.

So without further ado, my father’s letters, continued. (db)

[Postmark: August 16, 1942]
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[Camp Allen — Norfolk, VA]

Aug 14, 1942

Hello Darling,

I don’t know why I just keep writing, I don’t get any answers.

I wonder if you know just how hard it is to really be good. I guess you do because you are doing the same (I hope). The worst part is when the fellows here come back from a big week-end & tell all about how much fun they had. Oh, I could go downtown and mess around & have a little fun but I might be tempted to go a little further, so I just stay here or go over to Portsmouth & see Bill. I don’t want to be tempted & I have promised myself to be good & true to you. I am sure you still feel the same. It seems I get more homesick everyday & it is all to see you.

All my Love
Duke

[Postmark: August 20, 1942]
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[Naval Operating Base — Norfolk, VA]

August 19, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well, was I glad to get two letters two days in succession. Don’t even get the idea that I get tired of reading your letters or that you write too often or too much because your letters are the main thing that is keeping me together. It doesn’t matter what you say, just so you write.

I watch the post office every day with anxiety < (misspelled). I love you darling but I don't believe that you are convinced of it yet. I don't blame you though, because of all the things you have probably heard about me & probably a lot of it was true.

By the way, I have moved to a new camp & have changed my job. I don't know how long it will last but I an now assistant to the Lt. Commander. This is really an important job & I hope I can keep it. I take care of all his files & type his letters or orders, not personal letters. It is a snap job, but there is a lot of responsibility attached to it. He is a doctor & a fine one at that. I am more or less his secretary. “Can you imagine.”

I haven’t changed my address, I am still under the branch of Camp Allen, but the name of the place where I work is Camp Bradford. I think I told you about it before. It is about 5 or 6 miles from Camp Allen. I still sleep at Camp Allen & I ride down there on the bus every day & the doctor brings me back.

I work from 8 o’clock till 4 o’clock. I haven’t definitely got this job yet but I went to see about it today, will tell you next time I write how it is working out.

This doctor I am to work for is the big shot, in other words he is second in charge in this district, he only takes orders from the Captain. At least I can get all the inside dope. I go plenty of it today.

I just finished washing my clothes. Then I went to the canteen (a store where you can buy any thing from cigars to magazines) & bought some ice cream (1 pint) & ate it, boy was it good. I also bought some cigars and a pic magazine.

Well, it is time for the lights to go out, 9:30, so I had better sign off.

All my Love
Duke

[Postmark: August 21, 1942]
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[Camp Allen — Norfolk, VA]

August 20, 1942
9 o’clock

Hello Darling,

Say, you don’t do so bad at writing yourself. If you just keep them coming, I’ll keep sending a return even faster.

I just came in from a stage show they had here on the base. It was the well known barn dance. I have heard a lot about it & now I have seen it. It was pretty good. (FREE)

I imagine the last letter I sent you about my job now was pretty complicate, if you don’t understand, just say so & I’ll explain it again. I almost don’t understand it my self. I hope you can read these letters. I don’t have a desk here to write on.

I do work behind a desk & I have a typewriter just like any other secretary.

You asked about the liberty. Well, I only took care of the Medical Department. They are divided into 4 sections, No 1,2,3,4. One night Section 1 & 3 will have liberty & the next night 2 & 4 will have liberty. You see, that way half of the medical department is here every night. (Understand? I don’t.)

When you are due liberty you are put on the liberty list & given your liberty card. If you don’t have this card you can’t get out the gate, or get back in.

When you leave the camp you have to be dressed as the pictures show Bill & I are dressed, hat, black shoes, white shirt & black neckerchief, in the winter we ware blue suits.

Write as often as you can.

All My Love
Duke

[Postmark: August 23, 1942]
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[Camp Allen — Norfolk, VA]

Camp Allen
Aug 21, 1942

Hello Darling,

Well, I just bought some new stationary as you can see. I don’t like it though, It was in such a neat package it had me fooled so I bought it. You see, I write so many letters now days that I keep running out of stationary. It is now about 3:30. I am sitting at the Lt. Commander’s desk writing this letter & smoking a cigar. You see, another PhM2/e is using my desk & typewriter. I don’t think I’ll be here long, the job is too easy. I’ll probably be back at Camp Allen in a day or two. The boy who has been in charge of the inoculation hut is due a leave & there is no one else who knows how to run it. I may be here another week. I don’t know just when he gets his leave.

Aug 22, 1942
5 o’clock

Well, I will now try to finish this letter. Just as I got to the ward leave yesterday a fellow got two fingers cut off, so I had to fix up his papers so he could go to the hospital at Portsmouth & I never did get back to this letter. Then I forgot it this morning so I had to write the other typed letter on Navy paper. I don’t know anything else so I’ll close.

Love Duke

P.S. Ask me anything you would like to know & I’ll try to tell you.

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