Jan. 3, 1951. Early letter series from Charles at West Point to his sweetheart, June.
It’s all here the ache, the charm, the snow flurries, and the sex manual. Charles is stuck at West Point pretending to study, but his heart is in Texas with June, where the weather is warm and the memories are warmer. The radio plays “Thinking of You,” and he’s doing exactly that, because when you’re in love, even a snowy Tuesday can feel like a scene from a movie.
3 January 1951
Dearest June,
Hello, Angel. How’s my gal tonight? Gosh, I sure d do miss you something awful. I didn’t get a letter from you today and I was expecting one too. Now I’m just that much more lonesome. This afternoon I practiced, but not too hard because I have to study fairly hard tonight. I finished taking the roles of film today that I started on you at home and I should have the pictures back Monday. I hope so, ‘cuz any picture of you drives me crazy. Mmm. I sure got me some gal. At practice I could tell I really had a Christmas vacation because I was so weak. I don’t know what you do to me.
I was reading a sex manual yesterday that was issued to the 1st classmen, and I found out a lot of things I hadn’t thought about and I didn’t know. That night we were only experimenting a little, but we did a few things that could have been done differently. Oh well, we have a long time ahead of us to work that out. Just thinking of you and how you feel, Honey, made me feel so warm and wonderful inside, but when I think of how far away you are and how long it will be before I get to see you, it hurts so much.
When I got into N.Y. the other night, it was fairly cold but there was no snow around. After I started back up to the Point and got out of the city there was plenty of it. In fact, it’s all over the place here. Today it has rained all day. This wonderful West Point weather just gets to me. It’s not so bad once a guy gets out of this Hudson Valley. Here it is 20 minutes until supper and I haven’t done a thing. I wish I could write to you without stopping to thing about the things we did so much.
Honey are you getting along all right at home? If you’re not and if you need anything just call up Dad said he’ll help you. You know he would like to. I’m sitting here trying to write and the radio is playing “Thinking of You” so how can a guy write? That’s just what I’m doing – thinking of you.
June, I love you so much I can hardly do a thing. You don’t know how hard it is to leave you back in Texas and every time I come back up here. Every time I do I feel as if I have left everything back there. You mean the whole world to me, Angel, but I don’t know why I keep telling you that over and over, because you already know it.
How warm is it down there, Honey? Can you still go out with sleeves rolled up? That’s weather for me.
Is my family not giving you too much hell is it, Baby? If they start getting the best of you, Honey, just let me know. I’ll pay your way up here anytime you want to come, so don’t hesitate at all. Have they said much more about me? It doesn’t matter anyway.
I miss you so much, Honey. I love you. I love you & you’re the only the girl for me and you know it. So this is about all for tonight gal. So until tomorrow night I’ll be thinking of you every minute. Come take good care of yourself for me. I love you.
Goodnight, Baby.
All my love EVER,
Charles
P.S. Gosh, I’ve sure got some gal, I love you.
E. Charles
P.S. Mrs. Roosevelt was up today.
P.S. I just heard ‘I’ll Never Be Free.’”
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