Letter 76

Letter 76

                                                                           August 14, 1918

                                                                             Camp Mills, New York

My Dear Sweetheart

            Well, tonight is Wednesday and I am still here living on Easy Street, only I can’t have my own way when I want it.  Last night I found George and his brother, Vern.  Then we went and found David, and he was not suppose to have left the camp, but he gave them the slip, and we did not get back until midnight.  For I had a pass until 6 o’clock in the morning.  Well, we went to Hempstead to a show, yes, a show.  The first I’ve been to since leaving Boulder, Colorado.  We also had some ice cream, but best of all, the company of each other.

            It put me in mind of home, to be going down the street by David’s side.  I surely have enjoyed the boys’ good friendship and love.  But dear, it must cease, for the time has come when we will separate again.  David said last night that he thought they would go out today sometime.  I have not been over to see him tonight, for I’m trying to get this written, or partly written, for there is no telling what will be the program for tomorrow. 

            But from the looks of things, we will go tomorrow, just three months from the day I left my home, my dear sweetheart, and my mother. Where I will be three months from now, God only knows.  For He gives to all the blessings he most needs, for I’m putting my entire trust in him, for it is through Him I am to receive my reward.

             Today I went on a three mile hike to have a swim, but I did not enjoy it as I used to, for such a distance takes all the joy out of life.  I got back in time for mess, which is the best part of the day.  They can starve me morning and noon, but I must have a good meal at night, for then is when I feel so hungry, and it is such a long time before mess again. 

            I received your loving message today, the one of August 8.  It surely made me feel much better, for I had not received one for two days, and by the looks of things, I will be without one for two weeks.  The letter surely was encouraging and was filled with love, I feel so good tonight.  I could fly back home to you, dear, and give you one of those everlasting kisses.  You would not object, I’m sure.  Some nights as I lay on my bunk, thinking of you, I put my arms out and draw them to me, trying to imagine you were there.  It is the only means I have of getting close to you and making my innermost feelings satisfied, for, Oh! How I wish you were with me. Or near me at times.

 

            Here at the Y they are teaching some Negroes how to write and they are learning the A B C’s.  They came and asked for someone to volunteer to help.  I would have liked to have gone, but I thought more of you, dear, if you did not get this letter.  I am not going to finish this tonight, because if certain reasons you will know later. So, goodnight dear sweetheart.  Best wishes and oceans of love.  May God ever pour his blessings on you and protect you through the coming life is my desire and love.  Give love to all.

                                                                        Henry      x x x