PVT R.W. Peete

PVT. R.W. Peete
Nurnberg Post Stockade
U.S 53061646 APO 696 New York, NY

May 1951 - Jan. 1953

I received 45 letters between Apr. 1951 and Apr. 1952 .. at which time we discontinued corresponding..probably because I was dating, seeing other boys...and he had met a young German woman whom, his step-mother reported, he planned to bring back with him. Because of the things his sister told me I assumed all was lost between us. SO...it was with much surprise and joy that when he returned, alone, our feelings toward one another were the same as they had been when he left...or perhaps, even deeper...and we married 3 months later... and remained happily together for the next 58 years.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Letter no. 4


Wed. June 13, 1951
Camp Kilmer, New Jersey

Charlene Dearest,
    This will have to be short, sweet and to the point as we are shipping out tomorow and you can imagine all the excitement that takes place the night before.  We have to pack our duffel bags (the one I wanted to put you in when I left), shine our shoes and also our brass, before noon tomorrow.  For some reason I'm not as excited about this trip as most of the guys, and I think I know the reason for this lack of excitement.
   Hump told me about calling you today.  We were worried as we thought something could have happened to either you or Molly.
   I would like to go on and on  with this letter, telling you how much I care, how I long for the touch of your lips, the excitement that goes  with just being near you, but I could write an epic on this subject.  If this sounds corny forget it, but honestly it expresses my feeling for you.
   Went dancing last night over at the service club but it turned out very dull for me.  The floor was so crowded, the band so loud, I was miserable all the time I was there.  Actually the only thing wrong with the dance was that you weren't there.
   Received a letter from you this afternoon and let me tell you how lucky I consider myself.  If I were twice as wonderful as you say you think I am, I still wouldn't be good enough for you.  To me, you're the best this world has to offer.  Just remember one thing-  If at any time you feel that you care for someone more than me, please tell me so that I won't make a fool of myself telling you how much I love you.
   I would call you tonight but I feel lifeless after I hang up the receiver.  This is really mushy but again I say, it only expresses vaguely my feeling for you.
   I'm wondering if either of us will change much in the next year and a half.  Here's hoping everything turns out okay and I'm going to do everything in my power to make it so.
   Keep on writing to me sweetheart, and send them to the same address as they will follow me where ever I go.
   Let me try one again to tell you of my love. I keep remembering those days and nights we spent together and believe me darling, if I wanted to, I couldn't forget you. Not even for a moment.  Just remember that wherever I may be in body, I'll be at 520 West Liberty, Covington, Tenn. with Miss Charlene Stallings, in spirit
   Good night, pleasant dreams and sleep tight, Kitten.
                                     Much Love
                                       Bob

P.S. Don't listen to any wild tales about the affair that Shirley and I had, please.
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