David Peabody Guion
Dear Dad –
Here I sit on board ship in a small shaded spot on deck. Inside its out of the sun – but unbearably hot. By now it may be warming some at home – but I imagine you’re still bundling up when you go outside. But here I am without a stitch of clothing on me but an identification bracelet, my dog tags, undershorts, and a pair of combat boots.
I’ve had a lot of time to think since I left the States – sometimes I believe I have had too much time. You get pretty low once in a while if you allow yourself. But I’ve had time to plan and dream for the future too. I’ve had time to see the mistakes I’ve made in the past – and wish I could repent of them. I’ve had time to think of the fun I had at home – the perfect and easy life – how lucky I was. I long to get my hands in Mimeo ink – and have job after job pile up on me till I get irritable. I’d like to have a rip-snortin’ argument with any one of my brothers now – just for old-times sake. All these things may sound like I’m homesick – well – who isn’t? But remembering my fun in the past acts more’s as a morale-builder. It will help to keep me going when the time comes for us to leave this aristocrat’s life on board ship.
I wouldn’t have missed the opportunity for the world. Some people pay for it in money – we’re paying in another way – but even that has its good cause. I’ll come back with lots of stories – I have a few already – and lots more memories. I’ll come back smarter – and be better able than ever to make the Guion Adv. Co. (A D Guion Advertising Company, Grandpa’s business in Bridgeport, CT) the biggest and best establishment of its kind in New England – big talk? You just wait and see!
Do you remember when I told you of our company mission, etc. when I was home? Well, it will probably work out pretty much the way I told you – but it will be a little “hotter” than I expected. But we’ll have a big Christmas dinner in ’46 – I figured thirteen in all – counting sisters and brother-in-law, and nephews-and overseeing it all – Aunt Betty. (Dave doesn’t know it but there will actually be three more – Dan’s daughter and Lad and Marian’s twins – my brother and me!) We’ll have lots of fun – Butch can rip four or five of my piano roles – and we’ll let Marty pull down the tree (Butch , Raymond Jr., and Marty, Elizabeth’s – Bissie’s, two sons) – after all he’s got to have his fun too. It sounds sarcastic – that last part – but really it would be worth it if I could be there to see it now – but I can’t wait till ’46. Don’t worry, Jean, or you either, Marian, they’ll be home before then (Dave is referring to Jean’s husband, Richard Peabody Guion – in Brazil, and Marian’s husband Lad – Alfred Peabody Guion, in France) – but I’m figuring I’m getting in on the fun, too – so I pushed it up to December ’46 – okay?
Well – pretty soon they’ll say “chow down for troops” and I’ve got to get some clothes on before they’ll let me eat – so – think of me once in a while – and remember every day is a day closer to THE day –
All my love (‘ceptin’ some for Elly) (Elinor Kintop, his girlfriend)
Tomorrow another letter from Dave’s World War II Army Adventure.