Spitball Army

Leagues below, grasses sway in cilia motion, vacillating, turning gray. At the surface, oil doublets waltz in a widening crescent.

Clover kicker in dusty duds, bindle under his arm, drops a frogskin as he passes, talking a blue streak to no one in particular.

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From the Wikipedia entry for “Wobbly lingo:”

Wobbly lingo is a collection of technical language, jargon, and historic slang used by the Industrial Workers of the World, known as the Wobblies, for more than a century.

[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana. Return addressed: Richard, Co. G, 2nd Bn., 1st Mar., c/o F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif. Postmarked at U.S. Navy, on 27 Dec 1944. Envelope stamped on front, “Passed by Naval Censor,” and initialed by the Censor.]

Dec. 25, 1944

Hello Sweetheart,

     This is the day…Christmas Day 1944. My first Christmas out of Indiana and our first Christmas – you in Indiana and me thousands of miles away. Not a very merry Christmas. Yesterday was Sunday, as you know, and Christmas Eve. As far as the weather was concerned, it was a nice day; but to me, it was not a Christmas day. It was clear and very hot. It was so hot, I decided to go swimming. It was the first time in almost 2 months that I have been in the water. I haven’t been able to figure out yet whether it did me any good or not. Two of the fellows in the tent were going so I went with them. There is only one place around this part of the island that we are supposed to swim. It’s a pretty nice place. I do wish it had some kind of a sand beach though. The corral [coral] and shells are so easy on bare feet. They have a walk built about 20 yards long. At the end of the walk is a diving board and a diving stand. The stand is approximately 7 feet high. All around are various corral formations. Where the diving board is, the water is between 15 and 20 feet deep and very clear. It really is beautiful. There are 2 under-water tunnels that I know of formed by the corral. They are about 10 feet under the water. They really are pretty. I just can’t describe the place to you, you’ll have to see it for yourself. After we finished our swim, we went up on shore and lay down on the grass. Incidently, that is one of the few grassy spots on this part of the island. You know how one dreams of a paradise in the South Seas, well, I was thinking about that as I lay there. By over-looking the tents and trucks, and all the fellows around there; and by substituting sand for corral on the th beach and a house for a tent, that would really be the paradise. I was laying there on the grass in the shade of the coconut trees looking around. In front of me was the clear blue ocean with a small sail boat aimlessly gliding along. Across the water were two small islands dressed in their tropical greens. On my left there was a small knoll over-looking the ocean. It was the perfect spot for a house. A little work and the place would be perfect. But in stead, it’s just a place for a large group of Marines to cool off. With the present surroundings, it isn’t very romantic.

     I had something rather queer to happen to me after I got back to the tent. I leaned once over for some reason and water started dripping out my nose. Then it would stop. I put my head between my knees for a little bit then straightened up. The water just ran out then, it didn’t stop at dripping. That lasted for almost a half hour. It was the funniest thing. The water would start running out my nose. It didn’t have any pain connected with it in any way, it just tickled. It must have been my sinus. I did quite a bit of swimming under water and the pressure must have forced the water in. That’s the only thing I can think of. I didn’t get any water up my nose or swallow any. I guess my head’s cleaned out any way. That’s something.

     I went to the show last night. It was a good picture, “The Conspiriters.” After the show, a couple of the tents in the company were full of guys singing Christmas songs. There was also a group of carolers that went around over the island in trucks. They had a bank band with them. It was beautiful music. I was listening to the music and thinking about you, Sweetheart, when I went to sleep.

     That’s how I spent Christmas Eve. This morning the Recrel Recreation Officer has a few contests with cash prizes. There was an equal number from each company in the Battalion that participated in each event. I didn’t go but I can name a few of the events for you. They had: horseback fight (one man on another back), sack race, grenade throw, tug of war, 50 yard dash, relay race, 5 or 6 matched boxing bouts, and blind boxing. The blind boxing was pretty good so I hear. They put the gloves on 4 blind-folded men and put them in the ring. If one of the guys got off by himself, they fixed him up. They had a glove tied on a long pole and would hit him. Naturally he would think it was somebody near him and he would beat the air to ribbons. Since the fighters couldn’t see, they didn’t know what the score was. Our fighter didn’t here the bell ending the fight; and when a Capt., who is in charge of the boxing team, started to take off his blind-fold, Bolanos started hitting him with for all he was worth. He didn’t stop slugging until he could see who it was. I guess it was pretty funny all the way around. Oh yes, I forgot to mention one event. They had a pie-eating contest with chocolate pie.

     Well, just got back from our Christmas dinner. I’ll send you the menu. It was very good. I had all I wanted and I didn’t make myself sick.

     Well, Santa Claus just came. We had to stand in the hot sun for almost a half hour then we got our presents. This consisted of 6 cold bottles of beer, a package of chewing gum, 2 packs of cigarettes, and 1 cigar. I sold the beer, and I tried one of their cigars. I like cigars but not this one. The Wrigley’s Spearmint gum is good though if you chew it. I don’t chew very often. We were supposed to get 11 bottles of beer apiece. We paid 50¢ for 5 and they were to give us 6. Well, they were very generous, they gave us the 6. They were afraid somebody would get drunk I suppose. Well, it made some of the boys mad. They were planning on getting drunk. The only trouble is that in stead using half-way decent beer, they now have to use Aqua Velva. In case you didn’t know, that is a product put out by the Williams Co. and was originally supposed to be used as after-shave lotion. However, of all the Aqua Velva on the island, I think I would be safe in saying that 95% of it is used internally in stead of externally. I can’t see how they drink it. I tasted it and that was enough for me. That is the extent of my drinking since I left the States.

     This afternoon there was a Softball and a Football game. The games were announced over a loud-speaker system. I was with Pop G. in his tent and listened to the games. Pop had a jig-saw puzzle and we spent most of the afternoon on it. We finally got it together though. We had something a little different for chow tonight. It was almost a picnic. We had hamburgers, donuts, and grapefruit juice drink. It was served outside and really hit the spot. The donuts were baked last night and you could hardly chew them, but it was a good meal for a change. I’d rather like to have on like that every week.

     I’ve only received one letter from you since I last wrote. I guess they are on the way. I hope so. I received a nice Christmas card and note today. Guess who it was from? That’s close but not quite. It was from Alma Jean, Bill, and Billie Jean. Jean wrote it of course. Bill was in Rhode Island at the time but she expected him home for Christmas. Bill was in the invasion of Europe and now he expects to come out in this direction. In her note, Jean just talked about Bill. He must be getting along O.K. She says he weighs 160 lbs. He must be getting enough to eat anyway.

     Well, about half the company is drunk now and are they raising hell! I can hardly hear myself think.

     Talking about Jean & Bill made me think of something. Where is Lois & Jim now? Is she with him or at home? or is she out of the States also? Oh yes, while we are in that neck of the woods, I have a little news about our friend – – – one Al T. He’s in V-12 there and I here hear he thinks it is pretty tough. And – – – it is now Uncle Al. His brother Bill & Hilda had a – well they had a baby. I can’t remember whether it was a boy or girl. Did you know Bill? I can’t remember whether he got a furlough or not. I know you know of him. You don’t have to talk to Mr. or Mrs. T. 5 minutes until you know of him.

     Well, Sweetheart, Christmas is almost over. I know I’ll feel better in the morning than most of these guys will and I think I have enjoyed it as much if not more than they did. I have enjoyed it as much as I could without you, Sweetheart. I love you with all my heart. This is supposed to be one of the special days of the year but I’m saving the special part for the day I see you. That will really be the special day. I know I’m not looking forward to it any more than you are, but it seems like it. My imagination is good but I can’t see how you could look forward to that reunion any more than I am. I love you, Sweetheart. This is our first Christmas – our first Christmas away from each other. I hope it is the last but I’m afraid that there will be one more. It won’t be my idea. One Christmas – or one day – is too much to be away from you, Sweetheart. Of course, we can’t expect to be together all the time, but there are limits to our being separated. I want to be with you all the time. I don’t care if I never see another person, I just want you, Sweetheart. When I get back to where, to a certain extent, I can do as I want to, there will be just the two of us. I hope you won’t get tired of seeing me, because you are going to see a lot of me one of these days. I want to hold you in my arms, and look at you, and kiss you, Sweetheart. That’s what I dream about. I also try to imagine what it will be like to sit down and eat a meal with you, Sweetheart. It’s rather silly, but I was just trying to decide where it would be best for me to sit at the table. I know I’d have to eat; and if you were sitting across from me, I would just sit and look at you. Then I thought – that won’t do, maybe we had better sit side by side. But that wouldn’t work either. I could touch you then. I guess we just won’t eat. Those were rather foolish thoughts, weren’t they?

     Good-night Sweetheart,
          I love you with all my heart.
               Pleasant Dreams.
                    ‘Nite Sweetheart.

[This letter previously appeared in a slightly different form on spitballarmy.com on 24 December 2009.]

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Card is titled: “R.C.A. Building, New York City.”

Printed on back of post card:

R.C.A. BUILDING
This is New York City’s Newest Skyscraper.  Located in Rockefeller Center, it towers 70 majestic ft. above the group and dominates the mid-city section.  In point of gross floor area, it is the largest office building in the world; it rises to a height of 850 ft. and occupies more than half the central block between 49th and 50th Streets and 5th and 6th Avenues.

Photograph credit: Alfred Mainzer, 118 West 28th St., New York 16, N.Y.

Publishing credit: “Tichnor Quality Views,” Reg. U.S. Pat. Off., Made Only by Tichnor Bros., Inc., Boston, Mass.

Below is a contemporary view of the R.C.A. Building – now known as the G.E. Building, also known as 30 Rock (its address: 30 Rockefeller Plaza).

Tom Lehrer performing his “Vatican Rag” live in Oslo on 10 September 1967.  Lehrer’s “Vatican Rag” was written as a wry response to the massive changes instituted by the Ecumenical Council in 1965 (referred to as Vatican II), which signaled an attempt to make the Church more accessible or commercial, and replaced the Latin Mass with a liturgy in plain English (for Americans, that is).

[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana.  Return addressed: Richard, Co. G, 2nd Bn., 1st Mar., c/o F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif.  No postmark.  Envelope stamped on front, “Passed by Naval Censor,” and initialed by the Censor.  The letter appears to have been partially eaten by bugs on the left side of each page.]

Dec. 19, 1944

Hello Sweetheart,

     I’ve been looking through your letters and I can’t exactly figure out what questions and letters I haven’t answered.  I think there is just one new one.  I received one you mailed to Oceanside but I believe I’ve answered all those questions before.  If I haven’t, I guess you’ll have to ask them again.  I don’t remember whether I told you anything about the watch or not.  I’ll make sure anyway.  I don’t want one, Sweetheart.  They sure are nice too have but it would be ruined to quick.  I’d rather wait until I get back.

     I’m afraid I disagree with you on something you said in your last letter.  Who cares whether your sentences are grammatically correct.  Just so they are there.  And, just what do you thing is wrong with your letters?  They are the nicest things I now have in my possession.  I can’t say “that I own” because I hope and think (or know) that you fit in that class.  Now I’m confussed more than you are.  I know what I mean, do you?  You have to be a mind-reader because I definitely haven’t said what I mean in this letter.  Let me try once more – – -.  You are the most important and most dear person in the world to me.  Since I can’t have you over here with me, my prized possession is your letters.  I love you, Sweetheart.

     Darn, I did have something to write about.  Maybe I should say that “I felt like writting.”  Now, D— and E— are talking and reading.  Ever now and then they have to read a sentence of what they are reading.  They just read enough to bother my writting and get me interested in the story.  Then they quit.  Very disgusting!

     I received a package today.  That fudge sure isn’t going to last long.  I haven’t smoked any of the cigarettes yet but I thing they are still allright.  They smell a little, but I think they are still O.K.  Believe it or not, I can even use the combs.

     Oh — do my sides hurt.  I’ve been laughing so hard I’m crying.  We had “Sack Time,” the pup, up on the table and was feeding him licorice.  We had more fun watching him.  He would get it caught in his teeth.  Then he looked like he was having a fit.  He had both front paws in his mouth trying to get that candy out.  Boy was he funny to watch.  We would put another piece in front of him and he’d get stuck again.  Finally, he decided he had enough.  Then it seemed like he just realized that we were laughing at him.  So he goes and hides his head under E—‘s arm.  He’s a cute little devil.  We have more fun with him.

     I can see I won’t be able to write any more.  The coffee is ready to drink and there are 4 other guys in here shooting the breeze.

     Goodnight Sweetheart.
          I love you with all my heart
               Pleasant Dreams
                    ‘Nite Sweetheart
                         [censored]

Here are the facts:

1. I had little money to my name.
2. I had few friends.
3. I could not afford a place to live.

Correction to number 2: I had no friends.

Unless you count the woman with whom I shared an office at the clinic, whose ample breasts pushed for freedom from within her nylon top, purchased with purpose at least two sizes too small. The ensuing battle of tensions seemed to erupt from all parts of her body: her lips were constantly pursed and she walked with exaggeratedly small steps, as if she was holding a water balloon between her thighs. On a balmy evening during the summer in question, we were strolling post-nosh on the Cantabrigian sidewalks, slowly, slowly, carefully avoiding the uneven dips between the bricks. As we paused to part ways on a corner, she approached me from behind a pair of lips dripping with the night’s humidity. It was supposed to be a kiss, but it was not. In today’s terms, you might call it a mash-up. Afterward, she shifted her nylon buttress and followed her bosoms past the all-night pizzeria and the newsstand to the underground subway stop. We worked together for two more months, until shortly after the affair of the blue panties. By then, all we shared was animosity.

So I guess I wouldn’t count her, after all. The correction stands.

[This might be a work-in-progress.  Feel free to comment in any fashion you choose, keeping in mind that your comments may be incorporated into the story as it develops.]

Two hours in, I survey the five laundry piles waiting and the wine rack in the next room. Three sheets to the wash or to the wind?

[Written to Alice in Frankfort, Indiana. Return addressed: Richard, Co. G, 2nd Bn., 1st Mar., c/o F.P.O., San Francisco, Calif. Postmarked at U.S. Navy, on 15 Dec 1944, A.M. Envelope stamped on front, “Passed by Naval Censor,” and initialed by the Censor.  The letter appears to have been partially eaten by bugs on the right side of each page.]

Dec. 13, 1944

Hello Sweetheart,

     I received two very nice letters from my wife today.  You should read them.  On second thought, maybe you wouldn’t enjoy them as much as I did.  I guess I’ll have to write one for you to enjoy now.  You do like to hear from me, don’t you?  You better say, “Yes.”

     Let’s see, do I remember who the G———‘s are?  It Isn’t that the family we tried to find in Lafayette and you didn’t know their address?  The son was heavy set, light hair, and wore glasses?  Wasn’t he an electrician?  Or am I thinking of somebody else?  Anyway, it’s too bad about the fire.  Was Dad there?  I imagine he was just as soon as he knew about it and could get there.

     What happened to the football team?  Didn’t they get off to a good start?  I was under the impression that they did.  It doesn’t seem like they are ending up very well though.  Didn’t you get to see the I.U. game?

     Just hold those pickles, I’ll be home as soon as I possibly can, believe me.  I sure would like to have some of them right now.  According to my imagination, they sure do taste good.  My mouth is watering for more.  Or should I say “some?”  That reminds me, Sweetheart.  I love you.  Also, I thought of a few things you could send me.  A couple of flash light batteries would come in [obscured] handy now that I have acquired a flash light.  When the 1st Sgt. went home, he gave his flash light to “Pop” G—–.  And since “Pop” already had one and since we have been paling around quite a bit, he gave me his.  You can’t get hold of regular batteries on the island.  The only thing you can get here is a battery that is used in the field telephone.  They serve the purpose very well; but unless you have very good connections, you can’t get any.  At the [obscured] have the connections.  Another thing, if you want to send me tobacco, send it in the form of cigars in stead of cigarettes.  You can get plenty of cigarettes here, but no cigars.  Maybe that’s why I want them, I don’t know.  They do taste good ever now and then and I’m getting tired of buming them.  Can you take care of that or are cigars as hard for you to get as cigarettes?  The cigars usually get through all right, but the cigarettes [obscured] would.  I’ll have to see how your first package comes through and what’s in it.  Then maybe I can help you out some more on the package situation.  That is if you want to send any (and you had better not take that last statement seriously, I’m only kidding).  As yet, I haven’t received any 2nd Class Mail.  I’m getting the 1st Class pretty good though, I think.  Just about every 4th day I get 2 letters from you and 1 from the folks.  It’s rather amusing as to how they come in three’s.  Guess who’s I read first?  I always read my Sweetheart’s two, of course.  I love you Sweetheart.  Or have I told you that before?  Oh well, it doesn’t matter.  I’ll tell you again.  I love you.

     Oh yes, talking about buddies.  I rather drifted away from they those other two that I had.  I told you about them, didn’t I?  C—– and T—– are their names.  Now one is in another platoon in G Co. and the other is in F Co.  I don’t see much of them any more.  I now have 2 more.  It seems like they come in pairs, doesn’t it?  One is D— [obscured] from Philadelphia.  For a while before he got in the Corps, he worked for Senator Willis and his brother in their Print shop in [obscured] Angola, Ind.  He is the company clerk mail clerk.  I [obscured] him my job, didn’t I?  The other one is Pfc. W—— F—— G—– Sr., better known as “Pop” G—–.  He is company demolitions man, company police sergeant, and platoon sergeant of Hdqs. Plt.  Also, in case you didn’t know, I am in Hdqs. Plt.

     I gather from the way you talked in your letter of Nov. [obscured] that you received the check all right.  You didn’t say so in so many words.  As for the apartment, I’ll leave that up to you, Sweetheart.  You use your judgement about it.  I like the location of the Varsity but I’ve never been inside.  That’s about all the help I can give you.

     It’s practically time for taps, so I’d better say good night.

     Good night Sweetheart
          I love you with all my heart.
               Pleasant Dreams
                    ‘Nite Sweetheart
                         x x