Monday, October 31, 2022

Post #646 - May 11, 1945 Never Have I Seen the Men More Shocked or Stricken About Anything Since I've Been in the Army


11 May 1945

Dearest Darling,

Received your typed letter of 28 April this afternoon—the one you started on the 28th that is, and completed on the 29th. It was the first one I received addressed to the new squadron, and is chock full of questions. Chippie—why do you insist on asking me things that it's almost impossible for me to give a straight answer to? Like "Is the change for the better"? - or "Will you remain in England"? - or "Do you stand a chance of getting a promotion"? The answer to all three is the same—I really don't know. I can only draw conclusions from what I read in the papers, hear on the radio, and from what is happening here. As to the latter, I can't be too specific about that, either, for two reasons: (1) Censorship, (2) You might misinterpret the meaning of what is happening, as I may have done already. Two weeks ago I was almost convinced that we were coming home—very soon—possibly in June. Since then, I have heard and read, and seen so many conflicting things that I don't know what to believe. When I told you I might have “good news for you soon" I was pretty sure that we were getting ready to go to the States. Since then, enough has transpired to make me doubt it. Yesterday, as you know, the point values for demobilization were announced. Never have I seen the men more shocked or stricken about anything since I've been in the Army. Some of the men in the service units here on the field have as much as 2-1/2 to 3 years' service overseas (with never a furlough home). Naturally, they had every right to hope they stood a good chance of going home. Imagine how they felt, then, when the lowest number of points considered eligible for discharge was announced as 85! True—the fathers in that category would qualify (and how many could there be?), but what of the poor single guy, who, say, had a year’s domestic service and three year’s overseas service to his credit? He would have only 84 points, which almost automatically puts him in the position of having to sweat it out at least another year, which is how long we have been told it will take to demobilize the 1,300,000 men they figure have 85 points or over now!" What chance, then, have my own buddies - the fellows I came overseas with? They have only served a measly 21 months overseas, with an average of about a year's domestic service, a total of 53 points for the single men and non-fathers, and 65 points for the fathers. Yet, no one could blame them for hoping that they might stand a chance, too. Surely, no one will ever convince these men that they haven't been in the service and overseas plenty long enough! However, there is another factor that is far and away the greatest source of "bitching.” The ground, as well as the combat personnel of the Fighter Sqdns. here on the base, have been authorized no less than four battle participation stars at 5 points per star, for a total of 20 points. The service units, who have worked side-by-side with the ground crews all this time, and whose men actually did the heavy maintenance and repair on the planes, get nothing! This sort of discrimination has, naturally made the men of the service units very bitter against the point system which, in itself is not at fault. Some of the situations which have arisen out of this thoughtless, hit-or-miss fashion of awarding the bronze service stars are so ridiculous that they would be funny if it weren't all so deadly serious. For instance, a clerk in headquarters, or a K.P. pusher, or a latrine orderly, who is lucky enough to be assigned to one of the 3 Fighter Sqdns, and has 65 points for service, by dint of the battle participation awards becomes eligible for discharge. The counterpart of these men assigned to the service units, and, what is more ironic, the airplane mechanics and crew chiefs who were responsible for keeping the planes in the air, but had the bad luck to be assigned to a service unit—get not a point. I've heard of some unfair and discriminatory practices in civilian life, but this one takes the cake! The injustice of it all is all the more deplorable because one doesn't expect that sort of thing from the Army. But wait—as if all this weren’t enough, the "Stars and Stripes", the servicemen’s own paper came out with a strip that was so worded that the men of the service units becomes eligible for any battle participation awards which were authorized the Group to which they were attached. Of course, the removal of this bone of dissension was hailed by all of us as being the only logical thing to do. Then, a few days later, a letter from Hq. 8th Air Force, said that the original decision (to award the stars to the AC personnel, but not to the service units) would stand! All this happened just before the War Department announced that each star had a value of 5 points. When the shocked G.I.'s of the service units had made the simple computation 4x5=20—20 points—20 months of domestic service -—10 mos. overseas service—the difference (for a great majority) between getting out of the Army soon and sweating out the Japanese campaign—well, I think you can gather what they felt! You must know how I (with my 71 points) felt! I was, and am, so damned mad about it all that I feel I'll bust if I don't let off some steam! I can well imagine, Sweet, how you must have been let down when you totalled my points and found them 14 short of the required minimum. All day today, I've been trying to find out if my year in the Enlisted Reserve will be counted towards demobilization. The papers specify “total service” but not “total active service,” so there’s just a bare chance that my total with be 83 points, although I’d hesitate to give myself hopes on that score. I’d give a lot, Chippie, to be able to give you some encouragement as to my early return home (at least temporarily) but of recent days, I’ve been so thoroughly disillusioned that, like the other fellows, I’m only ready to believe t
he worse. My innate optimism has all but disappeared, but there is still enough left, darling, to caution you against giving up hope. At the very worst, we can still hope for an early end of the war in the Pacific. With the preponderance of military might that the Allies are concentrating against the japs, it should not take long to crush them—possibly a year.—But enough of this. There are a few other things I want to talk about before I sign off: You want to know more about my job, altho’ I thought I had covered it pretty well in my recent letters. The work of processing at the Station Headquarters, I thought you understood, was of a temporary nature—until we completed checking the records of all the men. Then I returned to work in the Squadron Orderly Room, remaking and checking the organization's "Forms 20" (EM's Qualification Cards). That lasted about a week. Today I returned to Headquarters as part of the team processing the Officers' records. We should finish that day after tomorrow, after which I will resume my work on the "Forms 20." That's about all from this side of the fence, honey—except, I might mention that I ordered a Fathers Day gift thru the PX for Dad, which, however, probably won't reach him ’til about mid-July. Hope he likes it. 

The news about Jack N. didn’t surprise me at all.—I've seen it coming on. In any case, Sweet, I see no reason for you to be distressed by it. It is purely his business, and I for one, am wishing him nothing but the best. Don’t jump to conclusions, baby—who knows that they won’t be gloriously happy despite the handicaps? I expect to write to him tomorrow in your care. Not so much because I want you to see what I have written (although you might do well to take your cue from me) as because the guy has moved around so much, that I don't rightly know his present address. 

There is a possibility (I’ve just confirmed it) that henceforth we will be working a six-day week instead of seven, as formerly. This means I’ll have Sundays off. I'll give you one guess as to how I’ll utilize that time. Right! Brother Jack, Gloria, Dottie, Mom, and any other correspondents will be hearing from me once again. You may inform them, darling—

Was very glad to learn that Harry W. has good hopes of coming home soon. I'll try to get a letter off to him soon, too.

Your information about my being able to get a furlough home is, to put it bluntly, all wet. If the Group is fortunate enough to be sent home in toto before r
e-deployment I'll get to see you for about a month or forty-five days otherwise, not a chance!

You persist in feeling badly about the bracelet, altho’ it's far from worth it. I'm sorry now that I even sent it. Certainly I didn’t intend it as a source of potential aggravation for you! But if it's any comfort to you, darling, you might be interested to learn that it is repairable, Take it around to the neighborhood jeweler (maybe Eddie could do it for you) and tell him that “Acetone" can be used to repair the break so you'd never notice it. Once repaired, you can fit it to your wrist by making it supple by immersion in hot water. "

I'm almost as relieved as you are, Sweet, that the punkin has completed her shots. I hope the Dick Test proves her immune, so that all your trouble will not have been in vain.

It's very late, now, darling, and I must sign off now. Before I do, tho’, I want to ask you to continue to be of good heart—whatever the future holds for us, and to take a never ending satisfaction from the eternal love and devotion of

Your Phil

Sunday, October 30, 2022

Post #645 - May 9, 1945 We Can Only Hope for a Speedy Trip Home, But We Can't Count On It


9 May 1945 

Darling Evie,

Last night, after working in the morning, and loafing in the afternoon, I went to the first show to see "Christmas Holiday" with Deanna Durbin and Gene Kelly. There I ran into Marty Weinstein. The picture was different, if nothing else, and thought-provoking, too. Going back, Marty and I got to discussing it, and one thing led to another, and before we realized it, we had run the gamut of human psychology and the night was gone and I didn't get to write to you, Today because we are celebrating the end of the war by taking off from work, I only worked a half day (in the morning). I figured that since there is a backlog of work to last another month or so, a coupla hours wouldn't make much difference. Accordingly, after lunch, I got into a game of volleyball and played for about two hours. This was the first exercise I have had for almost two years, and I felt much better for it. Having worked up a good sweat (it being a cloudy, sultry day) I made for the showers and had a most refreshing bath. While I was bathing, it occurred to me that tonight is Wednesday night, the night of the regular weekly dance at the Aero Club. Since I had to dress anyway, I decided I might as well put on my "class A's" and take in the dance. This I did, but when I finished dressing it was only 5 P.M., so I finished reading Thorne Smith's “Passionate Witch", which I had been reading in fits and starts. It was then only 6 P. M., and still two hours ’til the dance commenced, so I borrowed some stationery from Dave Chumley and went to the Day Room to write this, which brings me right up to the minute—

Your V-mail of 30 April arrived yesterday afternoon, and I was no less than delighted with its contents. I have nothing but praise for your fair-mindedness, Sweet, in conceding that what I said in my “nasty” letter was true, and therefore didn’t make you angry. I'm afraid I did you an injustice in implying that you were being narrow-minded about the controversial issue we had under discussion. I was highly gratified, too, Chippie, that you finally got impatient with our quibbling and called a halt (much as I did in my last letter). 

The bit about Adele's conversation with the driver of the "C” bus amused me. She must be a cute little tyke! I, too, am glad that the ordeal of the Scarlet Fever injections is over. It wasn't pleasant for me to read of the punkin's ailing and your consequent difficulty with her.

Forgot to tell you, baby, that on the 5th May, I sent off $55.00 to you to replace the amount you withdrew from the bank to pay the premium on Adele's insurance. I must admit that I was torn between two alternatives about what to do with the money. First I thought I would put it into Soldiers' Deposits and add something each month, so that when I come home, I could nonchalantly throw a coupla hundred bucks at you and say something smart like: "Here, go by yourself a pair of stockings"—or something equally clever. Then it occurred to me that the depletion of our bank account for the purpose of paying the insurance premium must have, to put it mildly, depressed you. I thought that if I sent you the money to make up the deficit, you would undoubtedly, think that I am a pretty nice guy after all, and that perhaps all the mean things you have been saying to me about the way I spend my money weren’t justified after all. Thus, it became a choice between surprising you very much—later, or surprising you a little bit now. Being an impatient sort of guy at heart, and I must also admit being possessed of a perfectly human desire to feel that I am, after all, of some use to my daughter (to say nothing of the satisfaction I derive from the fact that you might feel a little put out at the accusations you made against me), I decided on the latter course. I am enclosing the receipt merely to get rid of it - I have a locker full of bits and pieces of paper now.

I've been wondering, darling, how you took the news of the end of the war and what it made you feel. I can foresee that now that Germany has collapsed, you will be more impatient than ever for my home-coming. Please try to curb this tendency, honey, for your own peace of mind. I, and all my buddies, are still completely in the dark as to what is in store for us. We can only hope for a speedy trip home, but we can't count on it, and neither should you. On the other hand, you should not be discouraged, either, 'cause I have a hunch that everything will turn out just as we would want it to. All the same, the wise thing to do would be to reckon equally with all possibilities. Naturally, I'm most anxious to learn the points system set-up for partial demobilization. It's just possible that I'll squeeze into the upper bracket. Whatever happens, Evie, darling, be of good heart. We still have much to be thankful for. I love you more than ever—I really do. My best love to our daughter. Love to all from

Your adoring Phil

Saturday, October 29, 2022

Post #644 - May 7, 1945 A Date to Remember


7 May 1945
(A date to remember)

Dearest One,

On this, the eve of V-E Day, the Day we have looked to so hungrily all during the past four-and-a-half years, I consider it no more than fitting that I digress from my usual brand of small talk and tell you what I am thinking and feeling on this never-to-be-forgotten evening—

The glorious news that the Germans had surrendered unconditionally to the Allies, and that all hostilities in Europe had ceased, came to us over the Tannoy (public-address system) here on the base at a few minutes after 10 A.M. I was at work in the Orderly Room, but at the first words to come over the Tannoy, I, and the six other fellows in the Orderly Room, with one accord dropped what we were doing and dashed outside to hear the glad tidings. In yesterday's letter, Sweet, I told you we had been expecting just such an announcement, and in all truth, it did come as an anti-climax (the enemy was so obviously shattered weeks ago), but still the great news has been so long awaited, that the actuality had the unreal quality of things that are too good to be true. So it was that instead of a great spontaneous outburst of cheering, excitement and general hilarity that one night expect as a general reaction to such news, there was a tightly repressed exhilaration, the result of half-fearing to believe that the war had actually ended. As the morning wore on, however, and the enormity of victory, complete as any, did their soothing influence to the atmosphere. I wish, darling, that I could do justice to the scene, which was almost by way of being a phenomenon. No words of mine, or anyone’s, could possibly paint the picture in your mind. It occurred to me at the time that if the Almighty set about to give us a day in keeping with, and symbolical of our hardly-won and new-found Peace, He couldn't have made it more perfect!

When I got back to the hurt, there wasn't a soul there. Most of the fellows have gone into town to celebrate. The quiet is almost uncanny. Feeling the need to talk to you, Ev, darling, I got out my stationery, walked to the Day-Room, which I have all to myself and commenced this.

My heart is very full at the moment, Sweet, with a variety of emotions: gratitude (that it's all over); happiness (ditto), and loneliness - which only your own beloved presence will banish.

You must feel very much the same way, my darling, and I am in the peculiar position whereby I can both rejoice and sympathize with you.

My prayer now is that the peace that has come to a great part of the world is the harbinger of the realization of all our hopes. May the men who bought the peace with their blood and their lives somehow be aware that they have won what they fought for. Amen!

Ever, Your adoring Phil

Friday, October 28, 2022

Post #643 - May 6, 1945 Most of Us are Looking for the Declaration of V-E Day Tomorrow, or Tuesday


6 May 1945

My Darling,

It's been three days since I had any mail. Not that that's so unusual. I was wondering if receipt of my “nasty” letter didn't perhaps cause you to suspend writing temporarily as a means of retribution. I shall be greatly
surprised - yes, and disappointed in you if such proves to be the case. Deep down, I know you wouldn’t do a thing like that, but as I have said, I was wondering—There is really very little I can tell you tonight, honey, except that the end of the war in Europe (i.e., the official end) is expected momentarily. Most of us are looking for the declaration of V-E day tomorrow, or Tuesday. Strangely enough, I can't get excited about it. I can only feel very good inside that no more of our boys will be killed or wounded on European battlefields. As for the immediate effects V-E day will have on me individually, I’m pretty much in the dark. The plans for the re-deployment of the Sqdn. have, in all probability, been decided some time ago, but we can't be sure which of three possible courses will be ours, and that's why I can't get excited about the finishing of our work here. The three alternatives I believe you know, but I’ll enumerate them for you, anyway. (1) Return to the States, (2) Direct re-deployment to the Pacific Theater. (3) Air Force of occupation. You know, of course, Sweet, that only one of the three will suit me, and you must know that I have my own private opinion of which it will be, and what that opinion is, but we must not lose sight of the fact that they are equal possibilities. At any rate, whichever it will be has probably been decided for us, so we'll have to accept it, whatever it is. But we should know within the next month or two, in any case. In the meantime, I'm keeping very busy. The days fly by like so many minutes—indeed, I’m working against time to get the records I am charged with up-to-date, and I can’t see how I can attain that happy condition for at least a month yet at the rate I am going. I think I explained that it's slow work. I know no way to speed it up, tho’, so I'll just have to keep plugging along as best I can. Incidentally, the Orderly Room staff, up to its ears in work, cannot get passes until it has caught up. It is just four weeks since I've had a pass, or even left the station, and if I can't get a pass ’til I get caught up, well, the next time I’ll leave the base will probably be when we move. I won't even mind that, honey, just so long as we move in the right direction. G’night now, sweetheart. I love you so much!

Your Phil

P.S. A kiss for Adele. Love to all.

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Post #642 - May 5, 1945 Please Try to Believe that I’m Doing the Best I Know How in All “Departments”


5 May 1945 

Dearest Darling,

Last night I spent two hours filling three large pages with reasons why I took exception to most of the things you said in your letter of 21 Apr. During the course of my remarks, though, I said some things that were calculated to cut deep. When I finished I went to the movie to see "And now Tomorrow." On my return to the hut re-read what I had written, and then, liking myself very little for trying to hurt you (even tho' my remarks were justified and you deserved to be hurt a little) - I tore the letter and discarded it. I had done a lot of figuring totalling up the money I received since I've been overseas, the amount I had sent home (which you might be interested to know was 45% of total income), and pointing out to you that financially you have lost not a penny by my absence. Two sentences in your letter inspired hot retorts that I hope I will never be foolish enough to repeat. (1) Your implication that thru the past four years I have either not known or failed in my “responsibilities as husband and father.” (2) Your assertion that I have no appreciation of money, and your general attitude that I am not doing as well by you and myself as I might. Well, Chippie,  you can take my word for it I had plenty to say to defend myself on both scores, but however rationally I tried to explain my side of it, and in spite of my best efforts to prevent it, I felt, on re-reading what I had written that there was too much of bitterness and condemnation contained therein to be taken with impunity by you, darling, whom I love so much, and whom I am sworn to keep from hurt. That is why, baby, although my arguments in self-defense were entirely adequate (at least as far as I am concerned), I destroyed the letter. After all, Sweet when you consider the magnitude of the world-shaking events now taking place, it must seem very petty and foolish that we persist in quibbling over something that you only suspect, and I deny. Since I have neither the time nor the inclination to defend myself from your allegations, I consider it both ill-timed and unfair of you to criticize any act of mine. When I come home dear, I’ll give you all the argument you want and more! I just remembered that we once had a spat that resulted in your “going home to mother” (for a few hours). Don’t you consider it as significant, darling, that I can’t recall any inkling of what we had words about? Evie, sweetheart, please try to believe that I’m doing the best I know how in all “departments.” If I fail to come up to your expectations or requirements in any instance, please try to remember that I am, after all, merely human, and therefore subject to mistakes and failings. Good night, my lovely. Love to Adele.

Your Phil

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Post #641 - May 1, 2, 1945 I’m Looking Forward to Playing Pinochle with Uncle Nish, the Limeys and Harry Once Again and The End of the War in Europe is Beginning to Drag and I'll Be Mighty Happy When the Official News Comes Through


1 May 1945

My own Darling,

I didn’t write again last night. The probability is—I could probably think of some plausible reason for not writing - one that would keep you from hating me a little less - but the plain, unvarnished, shameful truth is - I got into a card game early in the evening (the first time in months and months) (cross my heart) and my luck was very gratifyingly running with me, so I played ’til one in the morning - so there! Seriously, though, honey, and all excuses aside (they somehow never compensate for a missing letter anyhow) it seems that I only get to write every other day (on the average) in spite of my best intentions. Please try to be big about it and understand, will you, Chippie? Lord knows, this matter of letter-writing is my one cause for anxiety these days—it’s the countless ones that I should, but don’t write that worry me.—But I’ve used up too much of the space already, selfishly, trying to justify myself. Let’s talk about something else, shall we, baby? Like your V-mail of 23 April that arrived today, for instance. Was surprised to learn the the Weinsteins did call after all, ’cause Marty showed me the letter saying they would. Guess something prevented. I'll get Marty's address next time I see him and forward it! Didn’t see “Between Two Women” yet, but I expect I'll catch up with it soon. Glad you enjoyed it, Sweet. I’ve remarked your increasing friendship with Sylvia, and I’m glad for that, too. You two certainly have a lot in common. Give her my best next time you see her, and tell her I’m looking forward to meeting her someday (I hope soon). The Browns must think I’m an awful stinker that I don't write to any of them—not even Milt, who is most prolific in his correspondence compared to me. Tell them I think of them often with the utmost affection, and that I’m looking forward to playing pinochle with Uncle Nish, the Limeys and Harry once again. The rest of your letter tells of your latest visit to Dr. Gayl with the punkin. You’ve certainly put up with a lot, Sweet, and I can’t very well blame you for wanting to cut the shots short. You’ve been very patient in this instance—and altogether an angel. Guess that’s why I love you so—angel.

Your Phil

P.S. A kiss for Adele. My love to all.

May 2, 1945

Dearly Beloved,

Much as I wanted to, I had not the time to get even a v-mail off to you yesterday. I had a very full day at work, and before I got Adele to bed, ironed my clothes and helped my dad fill in an application to obtain a job as an insurance salesman, it was 12:30 and I was half dead. So, I did the only logical thing - I went straight to bed.

The month of May was ushered in by strong winds, driving rain and bitter cold. Today, however, was much nicer, though it is still cold. Monday evening, after I posted your v-mail, Adele woke, vomit for all she was worth and went back to sleep. She slept peacefully the rest of the night and there is no need to tell you how grateful I was for that. There was no mail for me yesterday, but today I received your letter of April 24 and v-mails of April 25 and 26, along with my check. Your letters contained very little to comment about, so I'll just say how sweet they were and give you big hug and kiss for writing so often.

Jack N.'s aunt, Sonya, was in Philadelphia yesterday and called Mom. Jack's letter had given us all the impression that no one knew of his marriage, but we were wrong. They all know and heartily disapprove, although they say it's his life to do with as he sees fit. Sonya said that her parents disapproved strongly, but Marjorie gave them no choice, saying that she would marry Jack regardless of whether or not they accepted him, and they did. Sonya said Marge is tall (taller than Jack), very thin, blondish and very “shicksa" looking, but nevertheless very intelligent. Marge makes $60 per week and hasn't a cent to her name. Jack bought her a lovely wedding band for $80 and they had to honeymoon at Sammy & Ann's because they had no money for a honeymoon. In fact, Sonya said, Sammy had to make a loan of $200 for them so that they could get back to their various Jobs. Sonya also said that Marge's dad is a $7000 a year man, pretty well to do, but she doubted if he would do anything for them. That, dear, is the picture painted by Sonya. Jack and Marge were married on April 13, the same date that Harry and Goldie chose to call their anniversary.

In the meantime we learned that Jennie Zaslow is going to marry her brother-in-law's brother. Dave’s brother is being discharged from the Army and he and Jennie will be married June 10. Jen doesn't want a large wedding and they will have a small affair. So it is that two sisters marry two brothers.

By the way, that coat Mom is wearing in the snapshot you like so well is the one she bought from Mrs. Frommer. We had larger duplicates made and Rae also appeared, so you got gyped. No, I'm not going to Lorstan to have my picture made. When Glo comes this weekend we're going to have family pictures made in the house by the fellow who took that picture of Adele writing on her blackboard. I have yet to find the opportunity to get to Lorstan to have Adele's pictures made. Phil, I'd like to know if you are doing the same work at headquarters and whether the change will effect your status in any way.

First Mussolini and now Hitler, though I'm inclined to doubt the latter. The end of the war in Europe is beginning to drag and I'll be mighty happy when the official news comes through. Do you think, sweet, that you have a chance to get a furlough now (is that what you mean by some of your hints?) No more space, so will close now, baby, with oceans of love.

Your Eve

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

Post #640 - April 29, 30, 1945 It Shows How Difficult It Must Be for Employers to Get Help These Days!!? and In Just a Month, Our Little Girl will be 2-1/2 Years Old



29 April 1945

Darling Chippie,

Like you, I am missing a good deal of April's correspondence. As a consequence, I am a little confused about the proper sequence of things in general. Like today,—I received your V-mail of 28 Apr, which tells me that you aren’t going to have “my” picture colored by Lorstan. I presume you finally had your photo made, but this is the first I heard about it, and I don't know the details. Are you talking about the punkin’s pictures? On second thought, I guess you are. Well, honey, I think it's a good idea to get three black-and-whites rather than one colored picture—especially since you say the 8x10 will be in color.

Was interested in that offer you got to work in that insurance office at $35 per—mainly because it shows how difficult it must be for employers to get help these days!!? You didn't seem to think it advisable to take the job, so I take it for granted that you had some pretty good reasons for turning it down. Dot’s job at the bakery (I think it’s the place we occupied from 1920-21) sounds like a pretty good deal, too. Tell her that I received her midget Bulletin today, and can’t blame her for wondering why it’s so long between letters, but she must understand that I would be only too glad to write to her if I could. She's been a dear to be so patient with me, and I sincerely regret that I have barely enough time each evening to knock out a skimpy V-mail to you, let alone keep up with my other correspondence.—Which reminds me to note that I couldn't write last night, and when I say I “couldn't” I mean just that. It was a hard day, there was no letter, my spirits were low (for no good reason), and I was plain knocked out.

Today was a replica of yesterday, and I feel relieved that I have “done my duty” for today. The sack is beckoning. I never thought a hard single cot (with no blandishments—if’n you know what I mean) could be so tempting. I adore you, Ev. 

Love to all from  
Your Phil

April 30, 1945 

My dearest:

Today I received your letter of April 4th (the nasty one) but strangely enough it didn't make me mad - not one little bit. I do have to admit that all the things you said were right. However, I do wish you would have explained in fuller detail so that I could have understood clearly right off the bat. It made me very, very angry to think you could cut the allotment (though I realize your intentions now and cannot be angry because of it) but don't you think it would have been better if you had explained just a little bit then instead of just upping with "There won't be any more bonds. I stopped them because I needed the extra money for gifts." Oh what's the use of talking on and on about it. I feel certain that we'll see eye to eye on finances once we're united, so let's wait for the day and not discuss it any further.

Got back from Dr. Gayl's a short while ago and am beginning to feel very weary again. This was her last needle (I can't thank God enough for It) and I'm simply waiting for the "after effects". Adele screamed so much this evening every time Dr. Gayl came near her that I thought she'd take a fit. All's well that ends well and tomorrow can't come too quickly for me. As I told you I must go back in a month for the Dick test, but as long as the preliminaries are over I'm as happy as can be. They were really getting me down. Adele is still 37-1/2" tall and weights 34 lbs. I weighed 118 this evening. Last night I had a malted and an ice-cream cone and I ate an enormous dinner before going to the doctor's, so that may account for the extra weight.

I received a letter from Syd, one from Gloria, who will visit us this weekend and a card from Emma and Phil who are "gloriously happy". I wonder what it's like to be "gloriously happy"?

In just a month, our little girl will be 2-1/2 years old. Every time I talk about it it seems more Incredible. She's so much the little girl we wanted in every way. I wish you could have heard the conversation she had with the driver of the C bus this evening. In the midst of the conversation she said she would rather ride on the J bus. The C bus driver wanted to now what the J bus had that the C bus didn't have. Adele favored the J bus and when he said, "Is that so?" she said, "Sure, that's right!” Adele and Diana are inseparable and are extremely fond of each other. If Adele cries, Diana cries too. Adele likes to pat Diana's head and kiss her hand. And Diana just eats it up! By the way, I have still not had the opportunity to go to Lorstan. Gosh, I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever get down there. Today there was a holdup on the el and I had to get a special pass to take the trolley. I got to work late and was busy all day long. In fact, since tomorrow is the first, I'll be busy for a few days until I get caught up. I worked on statements most of the day and we'll probably get them off tomorrow. Good night, baby, I hate to go now, but I must. I love you so much, honey!

Your Eve

Monday, October 24, 2022

Post #639 - April 27, 28, 1945 No Buzz-Bombs or Rockets Have Fallen Since the British Over-Ran the Launching Sites a Month Ago and In a Few Days You'll Have Completed Four Years of Service


27 April 1945

Dearest Chippie,

No mail from you today, and I'm starting this without the vaguest idea of what comes after the first sentence. It was a typically routine day even unto the rain. Still working at headquarters, and making good progress. 

Received a letter from Judy Davies in which she asks me to meet her and her parents in London on the 30th. She wants me to get tickets to a show for all of us, and she would settle with me. Frankly, Chippie, I've been looking forward to this date ever since my last pass, three weeks ago when we arranged it, and I had every intention of making it my treat. But, sad to state, I can't leave for a coupla weeks yet due to the preponderance of work that was the consequence of the “change-over.” So—I have no choice but to call them and tell them that I can’t make it. I haven't been so disappointed about anything in a long time, honey, and I really hate to renege on the deal, but there isn’t a damned thing I can do about it, so I'll just have to make my excuses and swallow my disappointment. Incidentally, darling, I believe you know by now that the V-weapon threats to London have ceased. No buzz-bombs or rockets have fallen since the British over-ran the launching sites a month ago. I'm looking forward to my next leave, which I expect to spend in London, but I don't think it will be for two or three weeks yet.

We're looking for the war in Europe to end at any moment now, Sweet, and the likelihood is that it will all be over by the time this reaches you.

Just enough white space left to to forward my best love to you and the punkin and all. I love you, my Evie.

Ever, Your Phil

April 28, 1945

My dearest,

This is my first letter since Wednesday evening. I started to write on both the following nights and each time I felt too tired to continue. So it is that I have accumulated enough news for a "longie."

Does the enclosed letter from Jackie do anything to you? I was in a funny mood all day because of it. I hardly know what to say. I do feel that you should make every effort to write to him immediately, regardless of what you may have to give up to do so.

Today, for the first time in three or four days I received some mail from you - those bearing your new address. There were four v-mails in all of April 17, 18, 21 and 22. I had a funny premonition about your change of address, and Jackie's marriage. As soon as I tore your letter open I looked first at the address and immediately noted the change. I had written to Jackie, Seymour, Harry W., Milt and Glo a few nights ago and in my letter to Jackie I told him I was worried and was he married.

I'm wondering now just what the change means. What's this "good news" you might have later? Why in heaven's name do you get me all “hep”?? My, mind isn’t at all peaceful when I don't know what it's all about and how it may affect us. Is the change for the better? Will you remain in England? Do you stand a chance of getting a promotion?

Last night, at long last, I made a break in connection with 4906. Goldie had been planning to go to Poughkeepsie for a few months with Diana and Mom said she wanted to go away for the whole summer - all of which meant that I would be left practically alone with a big house. So I had a quiet frank talk with the three of them and told H & G to look for an apartment. After a lengthy explanation we all agreed that no one was satisfied, that we were all merely awaiting the opportune moment and that this was just as good as any. Naturally each one wanted to know your opinion. I told them that we had discussed such a possibility even before you had gone overseas (in fact I spoke of giving up the place immediately after my return from Columbus) and that you were agreed, especially if I felt it too much to upkeep. I reassured Mom that once you returned she was more than welcome to join us and if she wanted any further reassurance she was free to write to you. Phil, it would be too difficult for me to put down on paper the bulk of our conversation, but if Mom does write to you and you reply just don't mention anything about any previous discussions - reassure her that she is welcome to come with us and that you are not in a position to discuss the matter further. There was no dissension - and each one talked sensibly. At the moment I am not in a position to tell you exactly what will transpire. A lot depends on whether or not they are able to get an apartment. Please, honey, whatever you do, do not feel badly about it. I'm sure the war will be over in a matter of hours or perhaps days (there were rumors that Germany surrendered this evening) and it may be that you will be home before the time for action arrives. It's something that must happen sooner or later and I feel the sooner the better. We're going to start out all over again. We had a bad start and must have a good finish.

Your letters were all very sweet, dearest, and it did me a world of good to read them. You made me feel so good that all I wanted to do was gather you into my arms and love you to bits,

Phil, at this point, I find myself without the patience to continue on this. I'll continue tomorrow. Perhaps you may not be able to understand my negligence but I cannot, for the life of me, get myself to sit down and actually write in detail some of the things I should like to tell you about Adele, etc. Please bear with me. I'm very weary this evening. Adele was very trying most of the day. She and I had dinner at Betty's this evening. Mom went to see "National Velvet". I shall make it a point to see that picture as I've heard everyone rave about it. Good night for now, darling, I love you so very much -

April 29, 1945 

This April 29th was a far better day than an April 29th just four years ago! When I think of how I felt - Adele slept until 8:30 this morning, giving me ample time to get a good night's rest. I awoke at 7:30 and lay abed that full hour. Gosh, but it felt good! After breakfast, I cleaned our room thoroughly and dressed very hurriedly. Adele and I walked over to 11th St. to buy a belated birthday gift for Stuart. I bought him, a pair of white gabardine shorts with straps (like a sunsuit), and a blue jersey. While at the store I "splurged," but good! I bought Adele a smartly tailored dusty blue spring coat, a navy blue derby and a navy blue handbag. My bill totaled $20 before I left. However, baby, if you could only see Adele in her newest outfit - I have to pinch myself every time I look at her. She's a full fledged grownup without a trace of babiness. After the "splurge" we came back, had lunch and Adele rested in our bed for a half hour. Adele was dressed to the hilt today and was really something to see. Mom, Adele and I (I was kinda dressed up myself in my black and coral dress) took the J Bus and 59 trolley and arrived at Ethel's at 4. Mickey told me I looked like a regular glamor gal today though I thought I looked too tired to look glamorous. Paul made such a fuss about Adele and I wish you could see how they kiss - right on the mouth! Paul only wanted to kiss her but she didn't want to. Several times she relented after we coaxed her a bit. Paul got to be a regular lover. As soon as we arrived Adele wanted to see the canary. (The canary died several months ago). Paul saved the moment by taking her up to his bedroom to show her his goldfish. Rae gave Adele a peach and blue rag doll (poor Adele - she hasn't got one doll - much) and I'm beginning to run out of names. We decided to call this one Phyllis. Betty Jane continues to be fondest of Betty Jane. She almost becomes rapturous when she is able to play with the blond haired doll. Adele says, "Mommy, I won't throw her down. Daddy, will come home and take her away from me". Another thing. Adele wants to get into every car she sees on the street. She loves cars, buses, trolleys, etc, and to keep her out I tell her that the cars don't belong to her and that she'll have to wait till daddy comes home and buys one. Whenever she comes upon a car now, she says, "That's not mine. Have to wait till daddy comes home and buys one."

Ethel and Al went out this evening and had several other people with them. Since they were leaving about the time we were and had only room for one, Mom went with them and Adele and I took the trolley and bus. Adele had a bath, her hair washed and went to bed straightaway after getting home. Adele had dinner at Ethel's, but we ate home. I thought I go to the movies with Fay this evening, but it would have meant going to bed late and I must get sufficient rest for the Monday night ordeal, Tuesday morning can't come too quickly for me. This will be her last needle. A month from now I'll have to go back for the Dick test, which proves whether or not she is immune.

In a few days you'll have completed four years of service (if that year counts) and I've heard they may release men with four years or more of service. Do you become eligible for any further increase in pay by virtue of the four years? I remember your telling me that after three years you were entitled to 5% of your base pay.

Good night, darling, and I'm praying, almost desperately, that I'll see you soon. On the bus coming back from Ethel's I met a girl I hadn't seen for 8 years and she introduced me to her husband, a soldier, who had just come back to this country after two years of service in Iceland and England. He must go back to England next week. That's the first I'd heard that fellows from England are getting furloughs. Harry Weinman is definitely coming back to the states. He says in his letters that he'll see us all soon, but he can't say definitely when. But I must sign off now if I'm to get any rest at all. I do hope you'll be able to replace the bracelet, for I do feel terribly about it. I adore you, Phil dearest, and shall end this with a hug, and kiss from

Your Eve

Sunday, October 23, 2022

Post #638 - April 26, 1945 I Have Never, For As Much As a Moment, Stopped Missing You


26 April 1945

Darling Chippie,

Today was another day like yesterday and the day before except for two things: 1) It rained. (2) No mail. Otherwise, the routine was exactly the same. When I came back to barracks I was pretty weary, and lay down to grab a cat-nap before riding down to the mess-hall for supper with Klein. Ordinarily, I skip this meal, but when there is (are?) hot dogs and sauer-kraut and cherry pie with vanilla sauce, well, I just make it a point not to miss supper - that's all. After eating and getting back to the hut I was still tired, so, since you weren't here to prevent me, my sweet, I indulged myself to the extent of another hours nap (n’yah!). Then I gathered up my paraphernalia and headed for the ablution for a much-needed shave and wash, whence I have just returned to write this. Oh yes, forgot to tell you I got a hair cut yesterday. What's so remarkable about that? Well, nothing, except, perhaps, that the barber was a woman - and an attractive blonde at that! If nothing else, it was a novel experience. - Which all brings me pretty well up-to-date, honey - and also leaves a pretty big stretch of white space to fill. What shall I tell you now, baby? I know you've been waiting for me to enlarge on a few hints I let drop recently, but I’m sure you realize that the only reason I haven't is that I can’t. However let your fondest hopes be your guide, darling.

In closing, let me say once again that I have never, for as much as a moment, stopped missing you. My love for you, my Chippie, has withstood the tests of time and absence from your adored presence, and is, I am proud to say, stronger and tenderer, and more securely enshrined than ever. In a word, my sweet, I love you. Kiss Adele for

Your Phil

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Post #637 - April 25, 1945 I’m Certain, Baby, that VE Day is Very Close and That We will See Each Other in the Very Near Future and Seems Like We're Privileged Characters These Days and A Letter from Milt Brown


April 25,1945

Dearest One,

Did not get the opportunity to write last night. It was the first opportunity I had to read your 22 page manuscript to Mom and when I finished it was 12 o'clock. My dad and I had to ride home via the el and 
bus last night and got home rather late. After a delicious dinner of chopped herring and blintzes I brought Adele home and put her to bed. She had a slight  fever most of the day and it was gone this morning. I can scarcely wait until next week, so I'll not have to be bothered with the injections. Adele has lost her appetite and is losing weight too rapidly. She doesn't look well at all and regardless of what the doctor may say I quit after next Monday. I shall have to go back to him in a month for the Dick test to see whether or not Adele is immune. Once she is on her feet again and eating better I shall make an appointment with Dr. Lefkoe. Adele doesn't need shoes immediately, but she will need them soon. I don't want to tire her out too much after the injections by dragging her all over town for shoes.

I started on this at work and am continuing at home. There was no mail from you today, but there was a nice letter from Milt (dated April 20th) with a snap enclosed. How's that for mail service? Imagine getting mail from the Pacific only five days old!

This is it - the big day our beloved President couldn't live to see! It's a pity. Let us hope the conference turns out to be all that he would have wanted it to be.

We've been having cool weather and have had to use the heat continually. It poured buckets all day today, regular April weather. Adele was fine this evening and had no fever at all. She ate next to nothing and is practically existing on a liquid diet.

I had a busy day at work and the time flew quickly. Sometimes when I look at the calendar and see that May is almost here, it seems like a dream. May 2nd will be 11 months that I have been working for Bellet. I never thought, when I took the job, that I would work for him that long. I shall be most grateful when the war is over and you come back to take up your rightful responsibilities as husband and father. That day can't come too quickly for me. Some day when we've been able to sit down and talk about what we went through you'll understand more clearly why I said some of the things I have said that have cut so deeply. Perhaps then you will realize, as I have learned from bitter experience, why it is so important for us to be financially stable. I’m certain, baby, that VE day is very close and that we will see each other in the very near future. If it weren't for that -

Good night for now, my dearly beloved, I love you so very much that it hurts. Dot tells me that Snuff's hand is bothering him again.

Your Eve

25 April 1945

My Darling

Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me today. I was up at 7:30, and at work by 8 o'clock. At ten, we knocked off for a fifteen minute break and cupsa coffee. At twelve noon we all piled into the truck that took us to the mess-hall. There, at the price of some good natured bitching by the guys who were compelled to wait, we "bucked" the line. Seems like we're privileged characters these days. By 12:30 we had finished eating, and the waiting truck was filling up by ones and twos. At 12:45, we continued where we had left off. At 3:00, time out again for bottlesa "cokes". We finished at 4:45, when I hopped on my bike and rode back to the barracks. Klein had picked up my mail for me (your V-mail of 17 Apr), and handed it to me when I came in. This one told about the ill effects the punkin experienced after her latest shot, and a closely detailed account of your and Adele’s routine in the morning which, you may be sure, conjured up some very appealing images in my mind's eye! When I came to the part about you two Chippies taking a nap together, and you said "wish we could make it a threesome,” I got goose-pimply at the mere thought of it. Hell, Chippie, don't you realize that if you indulge me that way I'll just never get out of the bed? Frankly, I can't even imagine what could possibly induce me to leave such a delightful place at all, a-tall (unless it might be a little forceful persuasion delivered in the right spot by your perfectly beautiful right foot and leg.) But you wouldn’t do that, would yuh, honey, huh?

Now see what you went and done - you got me all excited and I couldn’t say anything rational now - even if I did have the space! I do love you - so much, my darling. A kiss for Adele from

Your Phil

April 25, 1945

Dear Evelyn:

Just came back from the movies, & don’t feel sleepy yet, so I’m dropping you a few lines. I’m feeling fine, & hope this letter finds you all the same. Today is the day for that big three meeting on the west coast, & also my birthday, so here’s hoping we hear some good news from that meeting. Got back my pictures last night, so enclosed you will find same. Some of them did not turn out good, but the ones that did, I sure have a job dividing them out. Please excuse the pencil writing as my pen is where I can’t get to it for the present time. How’s everyone getting along, and what’s new. Evelyn you know sometimes we don’t get a chance to write as much as we liked to, but I guess it just can’t be helped. I’m sure you understand what I’m trying to say. I’ll write you again the first chance I get. Give my regards to all.


Thursday, October 20, 2022

Post #636 - April 24, 1945 I was Rather Surprised that You Took the Death of the President So Much to Heart and A Letter from Jack Nerenberg Announcing His Recent Marriage


24 April 1945

Dearest Darling,

Yesterday I started work at Headquarters. At the end of the day I was mighty glad to remember that it is only a temporary detail of perhaps two weeks duration. It is a tedious, monotonous procedure, and as tiring mentally as the heaviest labor physically. At any rate, when finished, I was in no mood for anything but the sack. Before turning in, though, I promised myself I would write a real, honest-to-goodness on the morrow to make up for the V-mail I missed writing. That is why, for the first time in a long time - this.

Today, if anything, was even tougher than yesterday - except for one fact - I received four of your letters at once. They were your Air Mail letter of 4 Apr, and your V-mails of 14, 15, 16. There isn't much of anything that is new or startling in your letters, Sweet, but I was rather surprised that you took the death of the President so much to heart. I didn't know you thought so much of him until now. However, I do admire your judgment, and can appreciate your sense of loss. He was a great and good man. Humanity lost a great friend and supporter with his passing. God knows what might have happened to our United States if he hadn’t happened along in 1932 to pull us out of the doldrums. Let us hope that our new President is a worthy successor. I don’t know very much about President Truman, but from the little I do know, I have every hope that he will live up to F.D.R.’s high ideals.

Was glad to learn that our punkin is over the worst of the scarlet fever immunizations. She's a brave little lady. Tell her how very proud her daddy is of her. 

You say something about visiting Lorstan. Does that mean you mean to have your own photo made, Sweet? I certainly hope so!

Yes, I remember that Mom often spoke of Mrs. Garfinkel, although I have only a very dim recollection of her. The name suggests to my mind's eye a rather buxom lady with a beautiful head of black, wavy hair. - But I may be thinking of someone else, I don't know. You might check with Mom. I'll bet Mom was all thrilled about it, though - she always spoke of wanting to meet her again with such wistful longing - By the way, I forgot to mention, as I meant to, that Mom's topcoat (the one she wears in the snapshot) is very smart-looking and attractive. 

Well, Chippie, there is remarkably little to write about these days. Of course, if I were permitted to repeat the rumors that are floating around the base, I could write all night - but since I can’t, I'll only tell you the only thing I can think of at the moment - I adore you, Evie darling—My dearest love to Adele - and all.

Your Phil

April 24, 1945

Dear Evalyn,

I don’t know of anything nicer to tell you than that now I am married.

I don’t know of any excuse to offer for not having called you on the phone to tell you about it, except this: You would have gotten all tied up in an effort to meet my bride, had I told you of it. In some future time that will take place and it may be nicer because Phil will be there too. Please understand that I didn’t forget about you, merely that the many times I started to phone you, something stopped me. This is the first time I’ve put it into some definite thought even to myself.

Anyway, if you think I need to be forgiven please do so. If not, you’ve agreed with my definite feeling of above and then the intangible feeling that followed. I sort of feel that you’ll agree with me. I hope so.

Friday the 13th

We were married in Arlington, in her home. It was a lovely wedding. A minister performed the service. The house was all decorated with beautiful flowers, and it made a lovely setting.

We spent a rapture filled five days in New York and now we’re back at our jobs, lonesome as ever.

Her people have treated me grandly and it’s made us both happy because we were quite anxious about that part of it all.

I expect to get situated in a short while. When I do, she’ll leave her job if it seems my situation is fairly permanent (in the army).

I know this is a skimpy letter but I’ll bet I’ll write a longer one if you ask me a bunch of questions. So go right ahead and I’ll answer every one of them. Fair deal?

I wonder if you could send that letter you spoke of: the one after Phil’s visit on furlough in a London suburb. Hell, I don’t get any mail from him. I may as well read yours. You could guarantee its safety by registering it, and I’ll do the same on returning it.

I do hope you’re all well, and that some time soon we can all be together.

All my love,
Jackie [Nerenberg]