"Baby I’m hurtin’!" - February 22, 1943
Sgt. L. Winsauer 36212741
Div. Hq. Co., APO 253
Indiantown Gap, Pa.
Miss Jean Johnson
Sheboygan, Wis.
Feb. 22nd
Mon. nite
Dearest Darling,
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.
Can’t help thinking about a week ago tonight — just about this time we were finishing off our last drink downstairs in the hotel — and if you think I wasn’t in just some hurry to get upstairs and to bed that night you’ve got another thing coming — And I don’t mean ‘cause I wanted to sleep either. Darling from now on I’m going to hate going to bed until we’re together again. I can’t see any use any more in just going to bed just to sleep — guess you know who spoiled that for me. The only consolation is that sometimes I can dream you down here with me — but then its hell waking up and finding its only a dream — Baby I’m hurtin’!
Glad you didn’t run into any trouble on the trip home — oh, that’s right you did, didn’t you. How’d you finally convince that waiter you were over 18? No darling, guess I wouldn’t call you an adolescent — Oh Oh!
From now on though coast guards are also on my black list, —only three fights to see who’d sit with you? Those guys must be slipping — or were the rest just stone blind? Guess you know I’d give the army, navy and marines, not to mention the coast guard, a goodly battle for the honor — just some rugged — that’s me.
I turned in my application for OCS today, and now I just have to wait to be called before the examining board. There are five officers and they ask you a mess of questions and try to screw you up. It may be a week or it may be a month before I’m called before them but I’ll let you know as soon as I am. Glad you didn’t say anything to Mother though about the OCS, ‘cause everything’s so darn indefinite yet.
‘Awfully sorry to hear about Peggy being laid up with a strep throat —‘cause those can be plenty nasty if they’re not treated right. I had a dilly when we were down at Polk — remember when I was in the hospital? I imagine it’s pretty tough on Peggy, especially with her mother sick as she is. What are they giving her for it? Do you know? I used sulfathiazole tablets and boy they really worked. Say hi to Peggy and wish her a speedy recovery for me.
I enjoyed the dirty story you sent — about the soldier and his girl — not bad, and not too dirty! Guess you know we G.I.s just have to beat ‘em off. That’s why we have M.P.s at all the gates — to keep the chickens out. By the way have you heard what they call an unborn moron? The inside dope, you dope.
Tonight Heimann and I went to the show and saw a crummy picture, “The Northwest Rangers.” After the show we came over here to the dispensary and have just been sitting around talking. No coffee through, and do I miss it. It’s swell of you to be sending some.
It’s been just like spring down here for the last couple of days and this is one young man whose fancy has been turned not too lightly to thoughts of love for the past week. Good old Cleveland — a wonderful city!!
Well Shorty I’ll say good night for now as my old eyes are starting to droop. Hate to think of hitting that lonely G.I. cot without you in my arms, but there’s not much I can do about it. Goodnight my darling, I love you and miss you terribly.
Forever, your husband
George
P.S. I love you, too
Louis
