DEAR JEANNIE: LETTERS HOME FROM WWII
Lou Winsauer and Jean Johnson didn’t have a classic love story. They were a pair of strong-willed rebels who ran with a crowd that called themselves The Dawn Club. When they married, neither of their fathers attended the wedding.
Their tempestuous marriage ended in divorce after 10 children, but (after a cooling-off period) they rebuilt a cordial relationship that lasted for the rest of their lives. She saved the letters he sent home while serving as an army medic, and they are published here along with a few other letters that were preserved.
And no, he never learned how to spell “reveille”.
"Say hello to Al Alf" - May 5, 1943
Just one month from today darling and our worries should be over. Won't that be the day! 'Spect I'm in, or at least on my way, to the old dog house for not writing sooner but I wanted to wait till I talked to the Chaplain and I didn't get an appointment with him until last night.
"900 miles of good old U.S.A." - April 28, 1943
It was swell to hear your voice again the other night but wish it hadn't been across 900 miles of good old U.S.A. Even though we've only a month or so to wait its still too long for this G.I. 'Got your letter this afternoon— 'Darling I wish we could be married at home too, but don't see how in the heck we can swing it.
"Right now time is getting awfully important" - April 24, 1943
I just came back over to the dispensary from the barracks and the place seems pretty peaceful now that the day's rush is over. The C.Q. is also typing a letter now in the other room (he types by the hunt and hit method and every now and then I can hear him find a key).
"Latrine rumor has it" - April 10, 1943
Hi again hon' here it is another week shot and still no news from OCS. I'm beginning to get a little worried 'cause latrine rumor has it that the old 3rd Armored is starting to get "hot" again — and that'd be a little rugged. 'Course, as I say, its only a latrine rumor so far, and I'm hoping it goes the way of 99% of those rumors do, 'cause I've got to get my orders for school before the division pulls out or else — !
"By 'home' I do mean you" - April 1, 1943
Hi again Shorty, another day gone — and it was another busy one — which makes one less to sweat out till I can be with you again — Boy hon' won't that be the day! The way I feel tonight it would take less than two cents to make me pack the old bag and head for home — guardhouse or no guardhouse, And guess you know by "home" I do mean you.
"The old curse must be plenty rugged on you gals" - March 29, 1943
Hi sweet, I just had a husky cup of nice black coffee and feel wide awake again. After chow tonight I lay down on my bunk for just a few minutes, fell fast asleep, and didn't wake up until 9:30. Stopped in at the PX for a couple pkgs. of Camels on my way to the dispensary and here I am.
"An absolute breach of something or other" - March 24, 1943
Hello again, way up there where the snow is probably still two feet deep. Spring has set in with a vengeance down here and the last few days have really been beautiful. Warm and sunny and more like summer than merely early spring. The old-timers here however, just shake their heads and say “Just wait, this weather is as false as a plugged nickel, in two days you’ll be wearing woolens and overcoats”.
"We’ll worry about it together or not at all" - March 19, 1943
Hi sweetheart, I just had a cup of your de-licious coffee and it’s getting me back on the beam again. Gosh darling I’ve really been busy this past week — its been busier than all hell during the ay and every night I’ve been coming over here after chow and working till 12 or 1:00.
"Another typical army Monday" - March 1, 1943
Didn’t get it to finish this letter last night ‘cause we got a call to pick up a boy who was sick over in the barracks, and as I was here Lt. Gordon asked me to go over with him. We brought the kid over to the dispensary and he was really one sick chick.
"Believe it or not it was wild rabbit!" - February 28, 1943
Darling maybe I can’t tickle you for calling me names — much as I’d like to — but guess you know you can’t get at me either. Anyway, what’s wrong with “Arthur”? A goodly name if you ask me. Now “Winifred,” well ———yeh, “Looie” stinks too.
"Baby I’m hurtin’!" - February 22, 1943
Darling you’re really on the ball! Today I got your three swell letters and it was like hitting the jackpot on the quarter machine. Don’t know what I’d do without you Shorty, — just when I’m feeling knee high to a grasshopper, come your swell letters to make everything right with the world again.
"Back in the old G.d. routine" - February 17, 1943
Hi my darling, here I am back in the old G.d. routine again, thinking of you every minute of every hour of every day, and missing you terribly already. These last three days — and nights — with the swellest gal in the world have been the most wonderful I’ve every known — just a little bit of heaven on earth.
“The answer to this G.I.’s prayers” - January 31, 1943
I got your swell letter this morning and it made everything right with the world. Darling I can hardly believe it — shortly we’ll be together again — and if that isn’t the answer to this G.I.’s prayers I don’t know what would be.
"‘Spect that’s just about a courts-martial" - January 24, 1943
Hi again sweet, here it is the end of another none too perfect day in this G. damn army (See, I’m still alive and kicking—mostly about the army) and once more I’m finishing the day off over here in the Dispensary. No poker game tonight though. Heimann, myself and three of the boys had to come over and finish off a report that’s due in the Division Surgeon’s office in the morning.
"Today was a rugged one" - January 7 and 11, 1943
This afternoon I got your letter — in fact two letters — the one you wrote on New Year's Eve and the following Sunday, both in one envelope. They were both swell, per usual, and made the day worth living. You do write a swell letter darling — someday you'll have to give me a few lessons.
"Still bet you could drink me under the table" - January 4, 1943
It's just some late, but I've been going to write you since early this morning and didn't, so late or not here goes. One of the kids in the detachment came back from his furlough this evening and brought two quarts of 'the stuff' with him, so we got a case of cokes from the P.S. and had a little party in the back room here at the Dispensary.
"We cooked some coffee on the sterilizer" - December 30, 1942
'Lo again, Shorty — I'm over at the Dispensary again tonight, and now that the place has pretty well quieted down perhaps I can finish this letter without too many interruptions. I came over at about 8:30 to write, but about eight of the Medics were here and so we just sat around talking and listening to the radio 'till now. Lt. Welch brought his radio over to the Dispensary again so now we can at least hear a few good bands and get a little news.
"They had fixed it all up with evergreens, etc." - December 27, 1942
Hi again hon' with a Merry Xmas (a little late) and a Happy New Year and darling I miss you like all hell— and to coin a phrase, 'that's for sure'. How about this stationery? It's slightly dated by now, but from here on in I'll be using so much of it it'll probably be gone in a hurry — Yea, man!
"Thought sure I'd be up for court-martial" - December 21, 1942
'Got into Camp this morning (Mon.) at 6:00 A.M., — just in time to stand in revielle, eat chow and then get to work over at the Dispensary. We were busy until now (11:30) with sick - call, and are now taking a break till dinner. Will write tonight.
"Just a little lower than a lizard" - November 5, 1942
I got your letter here in Virginia, via California this afternoon. That black envelope must have caused just some comments on its way across the country and back. Where in the heck did you ever pick it up? We left California at the Desert on pretty short notice on October 24th and after a not too long six-day trip hit Virginia and Camp Pickett on the 30th.