Post #680 - July 11, 1945 Although I Repeatedly Counsel Patience and More Patience, It's Mighty Difficult Not to Chafe at the Delay

 

11 July 1945

Dearest,

Didn't write yesterday or the day before - mainly because there was very little of interest to write about. My time was taken up exactly as all the other “routine” days. I went to the movies both nights and saw "Down Argentina Way" and "Rebecca", both of which I had seen before, but which I enjoyed seeing again, nevertheless.

Today, the eve of leaving on furlough, I alternated getting clothes ready and working in the Orderly Room. I'm all set to go now, and am trying to be patient waiting for tomorrow, when I take off. Murphy couldn't finagle his furlough after all (sometimes it doesn't pay to be First Sergeant), so it looks like I'm on my own again.

I may not get to write for a few days, Chippie, but like last time, I'll make it up to you. You may be very sure that I'll leave no detail unmentioned. I only hope that my leave will be an interesting one, so that my letter will make good reading for you. I say "letter” because I won't be able to mail any part of what I write until I get back to base.

Those snapshots we took a few weeks ago haven't come back yet, but we're expecting them daily. I'll probably be able to include them with the “furlough letter.” Wish I had some film to make pictures in Yorkshire, but I haven't, and there's none to be had, so I'll just have to keep on wishing— 

Your hasty V-mail of 4 July arrived yesterday, and your Air-Mail letter of 28 June came on the 9th. The latter brought, among other news, your evaluation of "Mike". I was gratified that you thought it "very good,” Chippie. As long as it pleased you, I'm perfectly content with my little effort. If it sells, and it will surprise me no end if it does, then I promise you that it is only the first of many more (some of which I have in my head already)

(turn over, honey-)

There hasn't been any new development as regards movement so the situation remains static, which means we’ll depart for home any time after the beginning of September. When I think, my lovely, that it may be only a matter of 8 or nine weeks 'til "us" becomes a reality again - until I can take my punkin in my arms, I am lifted to the skies—Believe me, honey, that although I repeatedly counsel patience and more patience, it's mighty difficult not to chafe at the delay. It seems all my hopes and dreams and desires have one focal point - the moment when I next hold you close to me. Everything before that is a blur of indefinite and meaningless things - everything beyond is anti-climactic. I need you so, Ev darling—Not until the ocean separated us did I have a clear conception of how very deep and all-encompassing is the love I bear you. It has been at one and the same time my despair and my salvation. It has kept me clean - worthy of one such as you, my sweet. In a word, it has kept me.

Your Phil

P.S. - That is of course, what part of me isn’t reserved for my own beloved punkin, Adele.

P.P.S. Love and regards to all.

P.P.P.S. I have yet to finish a letter without feeling the desire to say just once more - I love you, Evie", but I always desist for fear you will think me “mushy.” Tonight, tho’ I’m going to give in to that urge and you may think what you will of me for it - the uncontestable fact is - I do adore you, my Evie, right now and forevermore—