70 years ago – Western Pacific

When J.B. wrote these missives, he was 59 years old and part of the U.S. Marine invasion force to retake Guam and determine friend from foe. These are his exact words although I have corrected some spellings and any additions/clarifications I have added will be italicized.

Good morning Angel.

This is a busy day. All of them will be busy for quite sometime. I try to analyze my thoughts and I am convinced my conclusions are at least sound. I would like to write about ’em but obviously, I can’t. I’m downhearted about the mail. That one mail delivery in 45 days. Lord knows when we will get it. Of course, I understand that there may be considerable difficulty in delivery, but it doesn’t keep me from wishing I knew about you. I do hope you are having better luck. Food continues to be wholesome and good. Oh how I would go for a cold bottle of beer. About the only things we get to drink are water (warm) and coffee (mediocre).

Col. “Artillery” tells me he is due to go home soon. Hope I get your address soon because he said he would go see you. He is a fine man and doing a tremendous and very hazardous job. He has the best outfit I have seen. His home is in Philadelphia. He and I have the same ideas about many things.

Darling, if all the stars in heaven could heap their love on those on earth it wouldn’t be as great as my love for you. Everything is fine about you and to make it really wonderful you always tell me that you are mine. What a grand feeling that all gives me. I am happy just with you.

Your devoted Daddy

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