World War II Army Adventure (45) – Dave’s Letter to Dick – July 21, 1944

As you can see from the front of this letter from Dave, addressed to his brother Dick, the letter never arrived at its destination. this letter is addressed to and A.P.O. (Army Post Office) in Miami, Florida.  I cannot discern the original A.P.O. Dave addressed the letter to, but you can see that there was no record of a Sgt. Richard P.  Guion at the original A.P.O. and he was not found at A.P.O.’s 618,632 or 622.  I was impressed with the effort made by the A.P.O. in attempting to find Richard P.  Guion, before finally returning the letter to Dave.

 

 

 

21 July 44

Dear Dick – I haven’t seen you nor heard from or about you for a long time – and vice versa – but nevertheless, I don’t know much to say.  How does the war news look to you?  It looks pretty good to me – I think will all be home by Christmas, 1945 – Am I right?Boy-oh-boy – won’t that be something?

you know – it’s been so long since I’ve seen you – I don’t even feel at ease writing to you – I feel like you’re someone I used to know – but don’t know now – SNAFU.  Speaking about Snafu – do you fellows down there use FUBAR? F___ U_ Beyond All Recognition.

Boy – I really like this Army Life.  But I wish the Hell I could be with someone from Trumbull – or at least be able to see someone I knew in Civilian life every so often.

When I was home, Jean always talked about “her little honey” – but I guess you know she loves you anyway.

I’m hoping I can get into A.O. in Europe – but it looks more and more every day like all go out from Beal in Calif. for the Pacific.  If I don’t mess myself up anymore – I’ll be shipping out of here (probably P.O.E.) some time in the beginning of Sept. – here’s hoping – because I’m getting tired of hanging around here in Missouri’s Monday heat.

Do you suppose you could work up the energy to write me a letter?  I got a big kick out of the one I got “Long Ago And Far Away”.

Dave

P.S. I’ve been in for 6 mos. 1 week already – it doesn’t seem it!

(Dick was inducted into the Army in February, 1943. I don’t remember any mention of a furlough or visit to Trumbull.  I believe his wife, Jean, was with him in Florida before he was shipped to Brazil. if that is the case, it would mean that Dave had not seen Dick for over a year and a half.

Tomorrow, a letter from George, a man who works for Grandpa at Guion Advertising. He comes in several evenings and does the type-setting for the next day’s print orders. 

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad (2) – Lad’s Comments to His Dad – April 29, 1945

 

This is the second half of a letter Lad wrote to his Dad from France. He makes comments on each of Grandpa’s letters that he has received.

APG - Al and Mike Hennigan, Langres, France, March, 1945

Lad and Mike Hennigan

in Langres, France in March, 1945

I wonder how you are able to write such a light-hearted letter in view of the conditions. You had a cold, the water heater had a leak and the furnace was out. All I can say is — “That’s my Pop”!!!

April 1 – Not much to mention about Ced’s letter other than, as usual, it is very interesting. And the box –Wow! Some box  !!!

Think I told you I’d received Paulette’s photo and I like her. Dave’s letters are both good and apparently were written before he hit Hawaii. He’s really getting to be a young man but it is hard to picture him. As I see him, he is about 12 or 13. Gee, I’m glad Erwin is

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going to get a chance to come home. He was one of the few thousand boys who were caught unsuspectingly. To me, Easter Sunday was no different from any other day. I went to work and quit at the same times as usual.

April 8 — it’s funny, but bring up that little Spring House Cleaning bug produced quite a pang of homesickness. It’s odd to see what queer things remind one of his home and loved ones. Frequently they may have absolutely no material connection at all. Our speculations about us and China are not cricket – so, no comments.

April 15 — For having no letters to quote, according to your first paragraph, you did very well with this one. Dan’s letter is most interesting and although I’m nowhere near as

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near the front as Dan is, we still frequently see bombers flying north or eastward and later returning to their bases. Really, it is quite a sight. So Benny Slawson has been decorated. I’m glad to hear that, but, my gosh, doesn’t time fly. I still can’t believe that he is 25. And Harold Kircher — at least he came through the sickness O.K. and received his commission. Did you make Hamden to see the wedding? Give him my regards if you see him before I do. As to hiding behind a technicality in forgetting my letter, your vindication is complete. As to expressing or “exhibiting any of the tokens of esteem” you so desire, just your weekly letters are entirely sufficient. Receipt of a box from home is more of a satisfaction

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of desires, as far as I’m concerned, then a “token of esteem”. I know, in my mind, that you always desire to do something for me, and just that knowledge, even without any action on your part, is all I ask for and need. A concrete example is unnecessary. But if you must do something, write your letters, weekly, and that should and will suffice.

I certainly don’t intend to let Ven.-Pete (Venezuela-Petroleum)or Socony Socony-Vacuum Oil Company) forget me until I know what I want, so I’m writing occasionally. Thanks.

Give my love or regards to everybody, and keep your fingers crossed, knock on wood or anything else, and maybe we’ll all be home before too long (ingly).

Love,

Laddie

Tomorrow I’ll be posting a letter from Biss to Ced, who has been living and working in Anchorage, Alaska for almost 5 years. I don’t believe he has made a trip to Trumbull since he and Dan drove to Alaska in June, 1940.

Judy Guion

Army Life – Dear Dad (1) – Lad’s Comments to His Dad – April 29, 1945

 

??????????????????????????Alfred Peabody Guion

Sunday April 29

Rec’d 5/9

Dear Dad: –

I’ve received two more letters from you since I wrote last week. April 8th and 15th.

But before I go into any discourse on letters, how about a little local news?

Yesterday we had a rather freakish day which included sunshine, rain, snow, hail and ice. This morning there was ice here and there and a heavy frost covered everything. As I came to work the sun was just rising and there were pretty white clouds scudding across a very blue sky. A perfect October day wouldn’t have been any different, even as far as the smell of the air. Since, however, it has clouded over and a few flashes of snowfall

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turning to water or disappearing on touching the ground. The temperature isn’t very much above 0°C. And we don’t have stoves anymore –!!

This present cold spell, reaching its peak early this morning, has been with us for most of this week, and somehow, somewhere, I found a germ. He attacked my throat and then crawled headward, but I believe I’ve got him stopped now.

The nicest day we’ve had, Tuesday, I took a pass and went to the same bomber base I wrote about before. This time I was successful and after many attempts (See Marian for details) I succeeded in going aloft. It was a B –26 and I flew higher than I’ve ever flown before, 10,105 ft. I watched the altimeter myself. Rather than repeat the whole story, I think the aforementioned source will

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give you the details.

And now, your letters.

Mar. 25th – The first part of this one deals with one of my letters to you. Therefore, no comments. Then Dave’s letter. Apparently he didn’t go very far west on his first hop. His account of changing from a pollywog to a shellback is very interesting, and educational. I’d like to cross the “line” to, sometime, but under different circumstances. Then comes Dan and Paulette. That really was a very nice letter and raises Paulette in my already high estimation. I disagree, however, with your own view about of what Paulette might gather or expect of Trumbull and the actuality. And I believe I form my opinion without prejudice. Dad, Trumbull itself, has something that is not visible until

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it can be seen. Something very lovely and attractive which is a combination of lots of things, and an exact duplication can’t be found anywhere else. I can now see what the Peabody’s and so many others saw that makes it such a lovely place. And that “ordinary, rather homely everyday individual well past the noon of life” is a rather incomplete picture of you. “Beauty is only skin deep” and it is that which is below the skin; the depth of a person; which makes one as he is. You, my dear Pop, could never be judged by what can be seen in a mirror. So, I still believe it would be hard to exaggerate Trumbull as a town and “Babbling Brook” as the Guion household. No I’m sure Paulette would have no

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misgivings on those points. For the inhabitants, I can’t say very much, with certain exceptions.

Tomorrow, I’ll be posting the rest of this letter. On Friday, a letter from Biss to Ced in Alaska.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (44) – Dear Dad – Thoughts on the Democratic Convention – July 21, 1944

My Uncle Dave is at Camp Crowder, Missouri, receiving additional training before being sent overseas. He has done a very good job of keeping those at home about his thoughts and activities.

21 July 4 4

Dear Dad –

There’s nothing really to write tonight – but I just heard the end of the Democratic Convention, and on top of lad – the news about Germany – and it’s just given me an urge to write.

What do you think of the Dem’s. choice for Vice. Pres.?yyou realize – of course – he comes from Mo. I think that the last part of the convention was pretty good.  It looked like it would be Wallace up to the middle of the second ballot and then – Wham – everything started to swing towards Truman!  Did you hear it?  They had it on in the Bks. – that’s how I happened to hear it.

How does the situation in Germany look to you?  Every day I become a little more optimistic – now I think the European war will be over by the middle of August.  We’ll ALL be home for Christmas, 1945.  Dad, and maybe even for Thanksgiving – 45.

when I first got back to camp after my furlough – I found it kind of tough – but now I’m completely happy again – except that I’m getting AWFULLY tired of learning the same thing over and over again every day.

Well – I’ll quit now – see I told you I really didn’t have anything to say.

Love,

Dave

P.S. – Please send me Dan’s address – I seem to have lost it.

Tomorrow I will begin a week of letters written in 1945, when all of Grandpa’s sons are scattered around the world. Lad and Dan are in France, Dan near Calais on the northern coast and Lad in Marseilles on the southern coast.  Ced continues in Alaska and Dick is still in Brazil.  At this point Dave is in Okinawa ,Philippines. Dan and Paulette are anxiously awaiting their wedding and the rest of the family is getting involved or has something to say regarding this momentous occasion. Grandpa does an excellent job keeping his sons aware of what is going on in Trumbull and with their friends and family. He really makes an effort to let each one know what is happening to their siblings in “this man’s Army”.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (43) – Dear Dad – I’ve Just Transferred – July 19, 1944

My Uncle Dave is at Camp Crowder, Missouri, receiving additional training before being sent overseas. He has done a very good job of keeping those at home about his thoughts and activities.

David Peabody Guion 

 

19 July 1944

Dear Dad –

I’ve just transferred – my new address – as always – is the same except that rather than being D-36, it’s nowD-31.  I just ate noon Chow with the boys and they seem like a darn nice gang of fellows.  In their opinion of the company is very good.  They say everything here is pretty nice – with a minimum of unnecessary rulings.

You can forget about the cigars – if you haven’t already bought them – but please send that necktie and leggings!I need the leggings for guard duty.  There’s more to say but I haven’t much time – and anyway – the most important things are already Ced.

Love,

Dave

 

July 15

Dad –

I’ve proven for myself that this is an O.K. company.  Everything is going along as usual.  No more on O.C.S. yet.  Will write tomorrow maybe.  I’ve got no weekend pass this week.

Adios,

Dave

NOTE – As you can see by the dates, I did not make a mistake in my transcription. I have no way of knowing which date is accurate since I don’t have the envelope, which may or may not help. Obviously, the second part of the letter was written after the first part.

Tomorrow I will post another letter from Dave to his father with questions and comments regarding the Democratic Convention. 

Judy Guion

 

Army Life – Dear Dad – News From Lad and Marian (2) – May 14, 1944

 

This is the second half of a letter written by Lad to Grandpa on May 14, 1944. The first half, posted yesterday, explains Lad and Marian’s plans for their furlough and a trip to Trumbull as well as Orinda, California, where each will have time to meet the others family.

Lad and Marian’s Wedding Day with Marian’s parents, Mowry Addison Irwin and Edith (Rider) Irwin, November 14, 1943

apg - letter to Grandpa before furlough, june, 1944

I can’t very well wish you the same sentiments on this May day, the 14th, as I could Mother, but I still wish you a Happy Mother’s Day. Today has a triple meaning for us. Besides Mother’s Day, it is our six months anniversary and the second anniversary of my entrance into the armed forces, which has brought me so much happiness as well as disappointments. And, of course, my sentiments also go to Aunt Betty (Aunt Betty Duryee, Grandpa’s Mother’s sister) who has done so much for us in her unselfish and pleasant manner. I can hardly wait for the weekend of the 27th. Time seems to be nearly standing still. For once in my life I am really excited and sort of jumpy inside when I think of coming home with Marian. It will be one of the biggest moments of my life I think. I really love her very sincerely and deeply. She is wonderful. I can’t do enough for her, and I hope she understands how I feel. I think she does.

To go back a little, it seems to me that I promised to send you an account of our trip to our present habitat, but I have never gotten around to doing it, so here goes.

After leaving Ced (Ced was on his return trip to Anchorage, Alaska, after spending a few weeks in Trumbull. He arranged it so that he would arrive in Texarkana, Texas, with the hope of seeing Lad and Marian while there. He almost missed them. They were supposed to leave on their trip back to Pomona, California, the afternoon before he would arrive but had a problem with the clutch and had to stay an extra day while the car was repaired.) at the station we went to the movies and then went around to the garage and picked up the car where we had left it to have the clutch replaced. The clutch job was very poor and even now, 5000 miles later, it is still not right, but getting better little by little. Then we took the car to a gas station and had it filled up with gas and oil and had it lubricated while we went out and had supper. Returning we got into the car and started on our way west, the first trip of any distance we had taken together, but far from the most pleasant we ever hope to take. That first night we drove about 100 miles and stopped in a place called Paris, Texas, and ran into our first difficulty in finding a place to stay. We ended up by staying in a very large room that had 7 foot partitions erected in order to make separate rooms. Nothing however could keep out the noise of the other people sleeping, and the night was punctuated now and then by extra loud snores as well as the climaxing episode which turned out to be an epileptic suffering one of its attacks. We came to the conclusion that the accent was on the wrong end of the word Texas and that it should be Texas, the hole of the United States. Breakfast the following morning was procured after quite a tour of the town on the lookout for any place that looked as though it might be open. That day and all of the following days including Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, were the same. Nothing of any consequence, except steady driving at about 40 or 50 MPH. On Wednesday night however, we did find a nice place to sleep and it was one of the nicest overnight cabins I have ever seen. It was a nice clean three-room place with a nice bathroom to boot. It would’ve been perfect to take along with us to put down here in Pomona. We got into Pomona on Saturday about 11 AM and asking at a gas station, found out that the Chamber of Commerce ran a War Housing Department and we were lucky enough to find the first place we had that afternoon. That was at 601 Burdick Dr. That weekend we went on to South Pasadena and came back here for only a place to sleep. Then about four weeks ago we heard about this place in Ontario where we are at present. That about winds up our present doings. Any other questions you have just write down somewhere where you can find them easily and we will do our best to answer them upon our arrival in TRUMBULL.

Well, Dad, Aunt Betty and Smokey, our best until we show up in person at the latest two weeks from today.

Lad

P.S. If you see Arnold please tell him I’d like to see him if he can wait until we get there.

L

Dear Dad, Aunt Betty, Jean – and anyone else who happens to be there –

We are still keeping our fingers crossed and are hoping to see you soon. Just think! Two weeks from today!! I’m really excited. We are practically packed already – have decided what clothes I’m taking (Lad doesn’t have to wonder about that!) and have them hanging in a special place ready to go – We’ll see you soon – (we hope),

Love,

Marian

Tomorrow I will post a letter from Grandpa to his sons, wherever they are. On Saturday and Sunday, more of Dave’s World War II Army Adventure.

Judy Guion

World War II Army Adventure (40) – New Rumor Going Around Trumbull – July 5, 1944

 

July 5, 1944

Camp Crowder

Dear Folks –

There is not an awful lot to say, – I still haven’t moved, but I’m waiting for my orders to move to come in.  While I’m waiting, I’m working in the Supply Room of the Company.  They were short of men – the Supply Clerk being on furlough – so the First Sgt. asked me if I’d mind working here instead of going to school.  I said I would (or rather wouldn’t mind) and so now I’m living the life of Raleigh – as you can see – (got time to get off a few letters).  I like this work – you never know what is going to come up next.  The Supply Sgt. is out in the Company Area most of the time making an inventory of all the Company equipment so that leaves me in charge of the Supply Room.

I understand that there’s a new rumor going around good old Trumbull that Eland I are engaged.  Can you picture what my friend Mrs. French could do with a story like that.  Tell me, Dad, is that the best thing the folks back there can find to do? I can’t remember if I wrote about this to you before, but I want to make sure that you will know about it so that you can punch anybody you hear talking about it in the face.  My God, if I didn’t have any more sense than to do something like that I ought to hide my head in shame – just as the person who started that rumor should hang her head (you notice I said HER – that’s just an assumption).

Now I’ve run out of something to say.  You see if you folks want quantity in the number of letters you get from me, you have to sacrifice quality.  It’s almost time to go to chow anyway – so until next time –

Youah loving son,

Dave

World War II Army Adventure (39) – Dear Dad – I’m Back in Camp – July 1, 1944

My Uncle Dave has just returned to Camp Crowder in Missouri after a furlough spent in Trumbull, where he was present for legal proceedings regarding the Will of his Grandma Peabody.  He was also able to attend the graduation ceremony of his class from Bassick High School in Bridgeport, Connecticut, not to mention time spent with Eleanor Kintop, his girlfriend.  It was a brief furlough but I believe a very exciting one for Dave.

David Peabody Guion

July 1, 19446

Dear Dad —–

Well – I’m back in camp – safe and sound – in one dilapidated piece.  It doesn’t feel like I’ve been away at all.  I still feel like I ought to have a furlough coming soon but alas – I guess it’s a long way off now.

Naturally I couldn’t leave home without forgetting something.  I left a necktie and a pair of leggings on a chair in the dining room – if they had been where they belonged, I wouldn’t have forgotten them.

The First Sgt. asked me to get him a box of cigars while I was up north because he couldn’t get any here.  I – as usual – forgot all about them.  So if you could send the necktie, leggings and a box of cigars pronto – I would appreciate it.

The train I came down on was the dirtiest train I’ve ever been on – this statement includes my never-to-be forgotten ride down here on the Troop Transport from Devens. (Fort Devens, in Ayer, Massachusetts, where Dave began his Basic Training)

The best connections I could make out of St. Louis was the one that was to arrive at Neosho at 11:00 last night.  I got myself in a comparatively comfortable position and fell asleep.  The next thing I knew – the conductor was shaking me and asking to see my ticket.  He took one look at it and calmly said, “We just left Neosho.  You should have gotten off there.” — Boy!!! I had visions of dragging my bags behind me into the Orderly Room sometime in the morning.  Then I thought of O.C.S. and the C.O. putting down on my record that I wasn’t even conscientious enough to get back from furlough on time.  I had visions of being stopped from putting this on my application before I even got started.  But – thanks to that lucit’sk that’s been following me all the way – I made good connections back to Neosho – and got into bed about 2 AM – reported first thing this morning – and no questions asked.  I wonder how long the “Guiding Hand” that has been protecting me since I’ve been in the Army is going to continue to see me through the rough spots.  I’ll know something soon.

Love,

Dave

This letter was written with a red pencil and has faded so much that I had quite a bit of difficulty reading it.  It would not scan well and would be almost impossible to read.

Tomorrow I will post the next letter in this series of Dave’s World War II Army Adventure. 

Judy Guion

Army Life – Cher Papa – Lad Comments on Grandpa’s Letters – April 22, 1945

 

APG - Letter from So. France - April 22, 1945

 Sunday

April 22, 1945

Rec’d 5/1

Cher Papa:-

Since I wrote last – three weeks ago – I’ve received six letters from you, Mar. 4, 11, 18, 25, and April 1 and 8. The last two, although stamped for regular mail, either made excellent time or came airmail. They took nine days each which is regular airmail time.

The only event which occurred during the three weeks was a trip I made, on pass, to Dijon where I visited a bomber-base and spent a couple of hours wandering around, really enjoying myself. One meal I ate while they’re in Dijon was at an Army operated restaurant called “G. I. Joe’s” and, although the food is the same as here, it was prepared very well, served on plates by French waitresses and was free. It was wonderful !!! Just recently our blackout restrictions were lifted and I spent most of the morning removing the paint from the windows. I did too good a job when I put it on, I guess.

I’m still enjoying the work at the plant and I’m in good health, having avoided the usual cold(s). Spring must be here. We were ordered to remove our stoves from our rooms, and we’ve really had far nicer weather than I had ever expected to have, very similar to Trumbull and vicinity.

So much for local news. Now for some comments on overseas home front news.

That letter from Dan starting  “she has given her consent. Her parents have ___”, is practically a history in itself, but far more interesting than the usual. What a time he had in trying to meet Mrs. D. B. Guion. And the photo of Paulette arrived in due time. She is a grand looking girl. I want, so much, to meet her. I’ve not written to her as yet but I surely intend to do so very soon.

The news from Stacy Kircher sounds good. He was hit quite hard, I guess, wasn’t he? The boys are both doing okay, too. I’m glad. I like the entire family quite well.

I really don’t mind your quoting my letters in your weekly manuscripts, but I do wish you would not make typographical mistakes. I had to read one sentence three times to find out just what I did say. You had me thinking for a moment that I was out of my mind when I wrote, but I realized in time it was a misquote. I often wonder at times if I’m not going out of the bounds of sanity, so please don’t help me along.

The new couple (+) in the apartment, sound like a very good investment. That’s fine. The place really needs some care.

Like the editor of a magazine or paper, when thousands of letters come in telling him about putting “ie” instead of “ei” in the word receive or some other mistake, misquote or miss information, you have probably been told that the correct words are “au revoir”. In fact, you probably knew it but started to make it one word instead of two and therefore the extra “r” after the “au”.

“Due to a persistent cold” or not, your letter of March 11 was certainly not affected. As always, it was well written and interesting.

This letter dealt almost entirely with requests taken from a letter from Dan with your comments concerning fulfillment following each request. There isn’t much I can say about it.

The deaths of L. B. Matthias and Robert Strobel are surprises. The first, in that he has continued to live so long and Bob – well it just is. I’m really very sorry to hear. He was a likable chap.

My birthday, as usual, came and went. Your letter was about two weeks late, but I knew you felt as you did (do) so that I didn’t feel the least bit hurt by not hearing from you. Marian sent me a box which I received a couple of days before your letter.

March 18, your little peek into the “present-future” or “future-present” I’m not quite clear on that point, was very, very interesting and made me smile ______ ___ _____, less the girls, that I can recall. It produced a wave of home-longing, which I promptly thrust aside. Not because I don’t want to think of things like that, but because of the dejection and hopelessness it always brings.

You asked Dan for some “get acquainted” information about Paulette. You forgot to mention, in the way of smoking, cigars. Aunt Betty might like to have that information.

If you receive no requests for the ring with the Guion coat of arms, I’m interested but possibly Ced or Dave might like it more than Dan or even Dick. As to ring size-?. I think 11, but that is purely a guess.

It is time for supper, Dad, and since there are numerous others I should write to this evening, including Aunt Dee, Ted & Helen, mom Erwin and Marian & Burr Davis, I think I better let this be the end of this letter. I shall answer the remaining of your letters in my next to you. I wrote to Dan this afternoon, too, but I still can give him no definite time as to when I can get up to Calais. – No. 8 Rue du Temple -if you’ve not gotten Paulette’s home address yet. Be careful, and we’ll all be seeing you before too long – it says here.

Love,

Laddie

Tomorrow and Sunday, I’ll be posting more of Dave’s World War II Army Adventure.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Descendants (2) – Between Dan and His Dad – April 22, 1945

 

This is a rather longer section of the letter from Grandpa to his boys, scattered around the world, but I wanted to keep all pertinent remarks from and to Dan together. 

And speaking of that limb of the Armed Forces, I received a letter yesterday which saved the week from being a dud, which contained news substantiating the old saying about the course of true love not running smoothly — a development which I had been anticipating for some weeks, although not for the reason assigned — but we will let the Sgt. tell it in his own words: Incidentally, the letter which came by regular mail made remarkably good time, being dated April 15th and arriving here on the 21st (possibly because being mailed in Paris?). “I am in a state of flux at the moment, not knowing what to write about despite the fact that many things have happened lately. To me, the most important and distressing occurrence has not been Roosevelt’s death (blasphemy tho’ it be to say) but rather it is my abrupt removal from Calais where I have spent the last six months. The official reason for my return to Paris is that the work is nearly finished in Calais and some of the men are no longer

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needed there. The real reason, shameful as it may seem, is that the sergeant in charge of the job didn’t think I was capable of courting Paulette and working for the Army at the same time. I have a strong impression that the complications run deeper to personal animosity, but I don’t suppose I have the right to say so — prejudiced as I am. I have argued with him from time to time about errors he has made in his work and although later, he admits in so many words that he was wrong, he finds it impossible to forget. Others have suffered much more than I by incurring his disfavor. So I am separated from Paulette for the first time and even the novelty of “Paris in the Spring” cannot overshadow my chagrin.

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Daniel Beck Guion

Last night, at long last, I had a photograph taken of my motely map. The photographer, being a very capable portraitist, should be able to touch it up into something quite presentable. The package arrived with my slides yesterday. About two weeks ago the package with the lipstick arrived. I’m still “sweating out” the others. Apropos of nothing, I have met “Chiche’s” two sisters — at Easter — They seem to be quite nice, neither too stilted nor too vulgar — (after discounting the natural vulgarity of the French as a race). I continue in good health and spirits, and anticipate an early conclusion of the war and declaration of peace. Love to all. Dan”.

Which brings us to the inevitable “comment” by Pater. I can sympathize quite keenly with the disappointment which you must feel but knowing what a good sport you are, perhaps it is unnecessary for me to say that looking at the thing from a more detached viewpoint, it has its compensations. If such a thing be possible, you will both appreciate the other more for a period of enforced absence. Moreover, isn’t it somewhere near Paris that Paulette’s relatives live and isn’t it possible, even under existing conditions, for her to visit her relatives occasionally, even though you cannot frequently make the journey to Calais? If you’re anything like your father, having to work day after day under the direction of someone you do not like is exceedingly irksome and peace destroying and unless you jump from the frying pan into the fire, perhaps new work under some other superior officer will be much pleasanter. In Paris, too, you will have more of an opportunity to see old friends, Lad, etc., than was possible in Calais. Then in after years, as you look back on it, Paris in the spring, as you mention, will not be something to be disregarded.

I am delighted at the photograph news. Only last night Aunt Betty dug up a snapshot of your dad standing between Ced and Dan and remarked that this was the only good photo she had of Dan. And on the bureau in my room I have photos of all my boys in the service save Dan. Incidentally, Ced, there’s a thought there when you are racking your brain to think of something to send me as a remembrance).

I am glad two of the packages reached you, but it would help if, in reporting receipt of packages from home, you would go a bit into detail as to contents received, as I have sent quite a few all told, and I cannot recall after so long a lapse of time, just what was in each package, and more important for future guidance, what is useful and what not and to what degree. And please don’t overlook to lightly

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the specific question I have asked from time to time regarding Paulette. We are also interested in her here that every letter that comes from you is eagerly anticipated because of further information it might give regarding my new daughter. Find out too, if there might not be a good market over there which is not particularly good here, for gold and diamond rings I have in my safe deposit vault, so that it might be advantageous for me to send them to you for disposal. And be sure to let me know at once just as soon as the engagement and wedding rings reach you. While they are insured to be sure, there is nevertheless a bit of anxiety as to their safe delivery to you and of course your honest opinion of our efforts to act as your purchasing agent.

The posts tomorrow and Thursday will be much shorter, and on Friday, I’ll post a letter from Lad, stationed in southern France.

Judy Guion