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This is the third page of a collection which consists of 115 letters written by Ellsberg to his wife, Lucy, from May 3, 1944-September 24, 1944. For an index of these letters GO HERE.
Letter #82
August 25, 1944
Lucy darling:
As I anticipated, after two days without any letters, I received three today, #108 this morning, and 106 and 107 this afternoon. I also received a letter from Mary of Aug.18, saying she was leaving Fort Meade next day, which I presume she did as the letter was postmarked Baltimore, August 19. Mary did not state specifically whether Ned was leaving Aug. 18 or Aug. 19; I presume it was one day or the other. Nor did she indicate in that letter that she even knew what camp he was temporarily bound for; maybe she doesn’t know. I presume I’ll get another letter from her in Westfield, stating at least when she goes to Maine. I trust she doesn’t have a long delay waiting.
I see they sold their car for $290. That settles the question of their keeping it. Mary says they came about even, which is satisfactory.
She gave me Ned’s present APO; that’s of little value to me, since any letter so addressed would undoubtedly go back to the U.S. I hope if he gets another on sailing Mary will immediately let me know.
The inoculations Ned got are no indication of his destination, except that if he had got a yellow fever shot, he might have been destined for the tropics. It is of course possible he may as likely be sent to the Mediterranean area as this one.
By the way, I enclose a clipping on Canadian officer casualties; the American experience would be more or less the same, but better, I think. It bears out what I thought and said – the second lieutenants have no cause for special worry. My belief was that the generals had a higher casualty rate, and this proves it. The Lt. Cols. And up have the highest casualty rate. The majors, captains, and lieutenants (even including the higher ranks with a higher percentage) show a lesser loss ratio; and the enlisted men least of all. Frankly I’m sure that the lower the rank, the less the danger. As regards the actual figures, these percentages cover all casualties, killed wounded and missing. Both our experience and the Canadian show a ratio of about 1 killed to about 10 wounded; about 991/2% of the wounded recover. These figures give no basis at all for the pessimistic belief Ned had of a second lieutenant’s chances.
I left the office early this afternoon with the idea of going to a movie for a change, but on the way I passed a bookshop where a book called “The Left Heresy” by Harry Kemp caught my eye. Inasmuch as Harry Kemp used to be known years ago as “The Bobo Poet,” I looked into it, and having decided to invest my five shillings in it rather than the movies, I came home to read it instead. Harry Kemp is noted in the preface as an ex-communist. Not since I read Eugene Lyons “Assignment to Utopia” have I seen anything on the communist scene so thoroughly worthwhile. This book deals with why a Left (mainly British) gets that way, and particularly is illuminating regarding Left literati, including Laski. You might ask Clara if she’s ever read it. It was published here by Methuen in 1939. I’ll send it to you when I’m finished it.
With love, Ned
P.S. This finishes my supply of thin paper.
Letter #83
August 26, 1944
Saturday noon
Lucy darling:
Your #109 and 110 came this morning. Mary’s letter of Aug. 18 reached me yesterday, as I’ve already mentioned to you.
We are having fine clear weather these last two days, which has been a great help to our air forces over the Seine, and a drawback to the flying bombs. There hasn’t been one I’ve heard nor any alert for over 24 hours.
I see you state V-2 (according to the radio on Aug. 19) has just been launched. Maybe it has – we don’t know it over here. I think however the radio announcement must have been in error. Lord Haw Haw was still threatening us with it a night or so ago.
I’ve been spending a little time locating Ned and I’ve succeeded. I’m arranging to have dinner with him the same day Clara has her last dinner with you. We’ll probably have army beans at his army camp in southern England while you all (including Mary) are having lobster.
It now being Saturday afternoon, since I have nothing more urgent in a military way to do, I’ll go home and do the week’s washing.
With love, Ned
Letter #84
Aug. 26, 1944
Saturday evening
Lucy darling:
To my considerable surprise and intense gratification, I received this morning, when I was expecting nothing, two letters from you, #109 and 110.
Since tomorrow is Sunday and I doubt this letter will actually go forward then, though it will be mailed, I sent you a brief note this afternoon which I presume did go on its way. It is misnumbered 81. It should be 82 (Ed: nope, 83).
I did a little personal investigating with some of my army friends in the transportation business and got some actual data this morning. You will guess on what. I cannot of course, discuss it by mail.
Unless she delays for other reasons, Mary should be with you in Maine by the end of August, more or less. To my knowledge there is no reason why she should stay at home after Aug. 30, and probably not even that long. I hope she gets up there for her birthday (Ed: August 29), which may be possible. I haven’t yet heard from her again since the letter she posted Aug. 19 while passing through Baltimore.
What the reasons actually are I don’t know, but there have been no alerts or bombs now for about 40 hours. This is the record free period since the first one came over. The clipping enclosed speculates on the whyfors. I judge that Goebbels had better hurry up with V-2 or he’ll never get a chance to launch it, and that would make a bum out of Lord Haw Haw, which would be just too bad.
There are signs of loosening up in this country. The enclosed clipping on going to the beaches for the weekend has a deep military significance, both as regards the beaches and as regards taking weekends. Then in addition there is a considerable demand in the press for a loosening up right now of the blackout, which for most cities (even including London) has about as much practical value as it had in Westfield last winter and this spring. About its only value is, in the opinion of these Englishmen, just what it was in Westfield – it reminds them that there is a war on, but Londoners at least know that without the blackout. My own belief is that there are a lot of Colonel Pearsalls in London as well as in Westfield.
You mentioned something last July about advising Clara to have a diagnosis by a different surgeon before any operation, but you’ve said nothing regarding it since you’ve seen her. It sounds like a good idea to me. Have you pursued that suggestion further? Since the X ray man seemed to have doubts about it, I should think it would be worth getting an independent check.
Since this will probably be about the last letter to arrive while Clara is still at Southwest Harbor, will you tell her that I am happy to hear that she has received some rest and relaxation from it and is feeling better. I look forward next summer to having her for a visit there when I’m there myself, for Clara is always mentally stimulating to me. However, for her sake, I suppose it was just as well I wasn’t there this summer, for she might not have relaxed as much, though even then as a counter irritant I might have taken her mind off her operation. Now let’s see – speaking of operations – I guess I’m going to be at a disadvantage there – I’ve never had anything more complicated than having my tonsils out. I’ll have to stick to something like the fifth term problem, or the ethics of forcing communist revolution in Britain as the price of labour support in a war to save labour from fascism (among other things). But against a connoisseur in operations as Clara will be then, I doubt I’ll have a chance.
Since General Eisenhower moved the Supreme Headquarters to France (not to mention the few soldiers who went over on D-day) “southern England” doesn’t look as martial as it used to. In fact, I’m beginning to feel (and look) like the last rose of summer, lingering forlornly around Hyde Park, and as far as I’m concerned, I’d be quite happy if some kind omnipotence cut me off the withering stem around here and sent me home. But I must wait.
I notice in the news today indications of a serious assault by land, sea, and air on Brest. Perhaps that may soon have a significance.
With love, Ned
PS I am pleased to hear your father is better. How is your mother herself, and Betty?
PPS Talking about the loving embrace the chubby little girl you sent is giving the flag, Selfridge’s burst out today in a display in one of their large windows of quite an assortment of allied flags offered for sale. I think that is symptomatic of something. Merchants usually only stock up on something when they consider the season is right.
Letter #85
Aug. 27, 1944
Sunday evening
Lucy darling:
Sunday, and a very quiet day here, except that about 7 this morning we got about four flying bombs that I heard burst in this general vicinity. The “All Clear” came about 7:30 AM and there hasn’t been anything further. Altogether we had a 48 hour clear spell up to this morning, which is the record so far. It was a little hazy this morning, but it soon cleared into beautiful flying weather, and I have an idea there will be a massacre along the lower Seine’s course today. It is still clear tonight.
There has, of course, been no announcement of strategy from here on, but I doubt any drive in force along the coast from Le Havre eastward toward Calais. I imagine practically the whole army will drive straight for Germany by the shortest lines, without bothering about the Nazis to the north of them at Calais, in Belgium, or in Holland. One army might drive for Rheims, Luxembourg, and Coblenz, while another crashes through further south at Belfort. We’ll see soon. These moves would outflank the Channel and Belgium and if the Nazis have any sense left about getting out while the going is good (which they haven’t shown yet) they will have to withdraw in a hurry. If they don’t there will be another pocketed German army which will be thoroughly liquidated very quickly, probably by the Free French who would enjoy the task.
I see Bulgaria didn’t take very long after the collapse of Rumania to see the beauties of peace and declare herself “neutral.” Berlin is breathing invectives about Rumania and King Michael that would give your hair a permanent wave; other than that, it is telling the world that Hungary and Slovakia have given assurances they will fight loyally beside their German comrades till victory is won. Just wait till the Russian army has a chance to move through Rumania to the Hungarian border and down thru the Carpathian border passes and it will be remarkable what a little applied heat will do to Hungarian “loyalty.” I noted that Berlin omitted all mention of Finnish loyalty.
Other than the above, Goebbels heaved the enemy back on all fronts with heavy losses as usual.
As I mentioned yesterday, I expect to have dinner with Ned about Sept. 4 or 5.
I am sending you some assorted clippings from today’s papers illuminating the English scene. There is a doubt about what’s happened to von Kluge. It is believed that Field Marshal Model now has the command. A Nazi commander-in-chief gets worn out very quickly on the western front. The “military idiots” he has to deal with there are very wearing on the nerves, especially when he has also the prime idiot in his rear to deal with.
The clipping dealing with the German delusions about what their flying bombs are doing is I think, a quite authentic account of what the Germans believe and what keeps them fighting. I doubt that the German high military command believes it, but the troops and the man in the street does. Actually such beliefs as to damage done or their effects on the civil population are quite ridiculous. London is being hurt in a minor way – all the rest of England is no more touched now by the actual war than Chicago is, and could keep on if London vanished.
Yet even the British and the American reporters give a grossly exaggerated idea both of the danger and the damage, and the German radio, by quoting from them, bolsters up home morale. For instance, a young naval lieutenant who had been in England for two years up to July 1, got leave to go home for thirty days plus travel time. He just returned to London this morning. He had been in London for the first two weeks of the flying bomb blitz before he went home. There everyone asked him what it was like. He told them. Then while he was home (in Ohio) he read daily the American accounts and came to the conclusion that the assault must have been hugely intensified since his departure. He returned expecting to see devastation all about. A look around this morning convinced him he’d been misled – London looked just the same to him as when he left, which it was essentially. I am afraid if anyone told the American public just how slight an effect the flying bomb attack has had on London, he wouldn’t be believed. There has been some damage, it’s true, but it has had slight effect. Even the evacuation of which much has been made, has in essence been nothing more than a grand opportunity for women and children (while school was closed) to take a summer vacation at the shore or in the country at the government’s expense. If they had had to pay their own traveling expenses and their lodging away from London, not a thousand would have been frightened enough to go. Even so, the government is having a hell of a time with lots of them (who don’t find their new billets with all the comforts they expected on their vacation) who insist on coming back to London and do come back regardless. People don’t do such things in the face of real danger. About all the damaged houses, it should be borne in mind that the vast majority only have some windows broken.
The cartoon over the exhibitionist who hung out a flag and beat a drum when Paris was freed is true to life here. I haven’t seen a single flag displayed on any private house here, and not over a dozen on public buildings – the British are what you might call “undemonstrative.”
I went to the office this morning but there was no mail. (That was normal for Sunday). After that I took a walk along Bond Street (which was practically deserted) looking into the windows. Now, if you had been at my side, it would have been very enjoyable. Somehow I’m not much interested in looking by myself, though the shop windows, especially the antiques and the pictures displayed, were quite enticing. Talking about antiques, it made me grin as I looked as I remembered the time Mary wandered into one of those shops to price some tapestried chairs and nearly had them sold to her for about 1000 pounds. Somehow it seems to me she escaped only by promising to come back.
My idea is that when we’re clear of all this trouble, we’ll want to spend several winters (in Africa and the Mediterranean) and springs and autumns in England and the rest of Europe, with the summers in Southwest Harbor. I could have a grand time with you leisurely looking again at Bond Street, the Place de la Concorde, Florence, Rome, Algiers, the Pyramids and Luxor, and maybe even, briefly in season, Massawa. Then the North African Riviera is quite worth riding over, and I think we’d both like to see Greece, and have another view of Switzerland and possibly also Vienna. I think all this could nicely be done in about two sixth months’ visits in successive years, starting say in the early autumn of 1945. You save your pennies and I’ll start hoarding kisses (I’ve got quite a batch in reserve now, but I’ll need more), and it will be wonderful.
With love, Ned
Letter #86
August 28, 1944
Monday evening
Lucy darling:
I am overwhelmed – five letters from you today! #113 arrived this morning, and #111, 112, 114, and 115 this afternoon, good for all of them and excellent for 115 which was postmarked in S.W.H. only 41/2 days ago. I just reveled in them all!
As regards your query on my letter #70 which has a long slice taken off one side of the last page, that happened after the letter was written when I was cutting a newspaper clipping and the knife cut through into the letter which was underneath. I didn’t bother to do anything about it.
I have no doubt that the radio commentators and perhaps the press also have been urged to soft pedal a quick war ending, strictly for home consumption, to avoid slacking off of production, quitting war jobs and to prevent any political kickbacks if too high hopes are not realized. I have every belief the war will be over by November, not because Germany will collapse or surrender or Hitler will be spread over several acres in small pieces, but because by then Germany will be knocked flat by invasion regardless of internal happenings. A quicker ending may come by Hitler’s assassination, but it can’t be counted on. Germany is already defeated and her case is hopeless, but Hitler, Himmler & Goebbels are keeping the corpse on its feet. An invasion push from the Allies or a successful bomb inside Germany will end that act.
You asked how Hitler, Goebbels and Goering can explain the going astray of all of their plans and prophesies. The way it works is that Goebbels never explains such things, never apologizes, never intimates he was wrong in the past. He simply with great assurance tells the Germans that all is foreseen by Der Fuhrer, and provided for, don’t think, don’t question – obey and all will be well. If anyone should question why they should believe that in view of past assurances which have gone haywire, the response would be to shoot the questioner. So no questions are asked, and no embarrassing explanations are required. However, even Goebbels knows that even Germans have some slight memories and may have inner doubts, so he assures them that it is still all necessary to save them from a fate worse than death – the Bolshevists and the Jews. For those who think and doubt, that is the bugaboo he parades – for those without sense enough to think, there is the continual ballyhoo about the Fuhrer, - and for those who are satisfied with neither of these answers but still ask questions, there is the headsman’s axe which is the final Nazi argument in reply.
The end of the war will be different from 1918 and requires the crushing blow by invasion – there can be no new government taking over to make peace nor any acceptance of an armistice by the existing German government. Hitler’s government fights to the death, but it is still uncertain whether the death will come from our hands or be anticipated by a more competent group of German generals than Beck led.
However, on the Western front, the Eastern front, and in the Balkans, the attack is snowballing up and there can be no successful nor long continued defense. The assassination of Hitler is being delayed by his accomplices while they hope the miracle of V-2 may come off. Shortly both the bases for the attack will be lost and the remaining factories for its manufacture smashed, destroying even that unfounded hope. At that point, a group closer to Hitler than the generals (they’ll have to be), an inside Nazi party group led most likely by Goering, will bump Hitler off. But under no conditions is the European ending more than a few months off now.
Tomorrow is Mary’s birthday. My love to you, my dear, in remembrance of it; and to Mary, many happy returns under far happier circumstances. I look at both your photographs before me as I write, and kiss you both in thanks for the great happiness each of you has brought me.
In your #114 you note Mary has heard from Ned but doesn’t know where he is. I don’t either, but I do know when I may expect to see him here.
That picture you enclosed from Life, I am returning herewith. I agree with you, that if it were not for the movie camera in the picture, I could only look at it and wonder when that snapshot of me was taken without my knowledge.
Admiral Kimmel’s statement interested me a lot. It is possible he had some secret instructions from on high regarding the avoidance of “provocative” actions during a peace carnival in Washington. Maybe we’ll know – after election.
You ask what Hitler et al think of “soft” America and Britain now? I can tell you that Goebbels never refers to “decadent” democracies any more and never intimates that they are “soft.” We are now ruthless, perfidious, Bolshevistic, and ruled by “Jewish power politics” but we are no longer “soft,” except that the propaganda would indicate he still thinks we are soft in the head, but not in the muscle. I trust we are not soft either in the head or in the heart.
As regards the New Yorker covers you sent me, I think the one about the nude mother and her baby on the sands with the colored maid stiffly dressed up to the ears and down to the toes, is rich. So also is the one of the Italian monks gazing goggle-eyed at the pin-up girls. You ask if the pin-up girls shown are a fair sample. I regret to tell you they are not – they have too much clothing on. You should see the collection our navy mail clerk has pinned up on the walls of his navy post office cubby-hole behind his mail window! Or some I’ve sailed with in officers’ staterooms in vessels in the invasion fleet!
In rebuttal, I’m sending you a few clippings from the Stars and Stripes here and some English papers. The number of people being slaughtered in the U.S. is so great, the English are wondering when Washington is going to order an evacuation from the place to a safer area. It is estimated the buzz bombs will kill 24,000 people in a year (if they could only keep going that long) which is safety itself compared to the U.S.
My favorite pin-up picture is the middle one of the strips, labeled “Bon Ami.”
With much love, Ned
PS Fruit is very scarce in England, but today I saw some grapes displayed which looked so nice, I bought some. They were $2 a pound – ten shillings! As that was a lot I bought half a crown’s worth, a quarter of a pound for fifty cents. When I got home, they looked so skimpy I counted them to find I had exactly seventeen grapes for fifty cents – three cents a grape!
Letter #87
August 29, 1944
Lucy darling:
Yesterday I received five letters from you, thru 115. I presume I’ll get no more for a few days. Yesterday also, unfortunately, the papers report that an American mail plane at its Scottish terminus, crashed in a village while landing in a fog, with the loss of its whole crew, which is tragically regrettable. Whether it was an Army or Navy (or both) mail carrier I don’t know, and won’t be able to figure out for a few days now, till the mail has (or has not) been delivered. However, on the chance that it was carrying Navy mail, I would suggest that any special information which you may have embodied in letters from say 116 to 119, be repeated immediately in the next letter you write after you get this. (There are no missing letters up to and including 115).
A week ago Monday, I listened to a broadcast “Signal to U.K.” by Emlyn Williams. It struck me so forcefully that I wrote the B.B.C. requesting a copy to send to you, and also suggested to them that they have a record of it rebroadcast in the U.S. in Mr. Williams’ own voice. His delivery was so simple in its deep intensity and sympathetic understanding I felt it constituted a landmark in broadcasting, and that American women should also have the balm of hearing it.
I have just received from the B.B.C. a copy of the broadcast, which I am enclosing. The second paragraph of their letter refers to my suggestion as above.
I would suggest that you read this “Signal to U.K.” aloud. For me (and for all us overseas) it expresses my feelings exactly.
So on this day, Mary’s birthday, I send you as my gift for this day, Emlyn Williams’ beautiful expression of what is in my heart.
With love, Ned
Here is the B.B.C. letter:
The British Broadcasting Corporation
Broadcasting House, London, W. I
Reference: 28/MBH 26th August 1944
Captain E. Ellsberg U.S.N.R.
U.S. Naval Forces in Europe
15 Grosvenor Square
W.I
Dear Sir:
In reply to you letter of 22nd August, I am enclosing a copy of the talk by Mr. Emlyn Williams in which you are interested. It will be quite in order for you to send it to your wife in America.
I am afraid that there are no records of the talk, and I have no information up to date, of its being broadcast on any of our Overseas Programmes. But your appreciation has been noted with interest and is being brought to the notice of those responsible for these Programmes.
Yours faithfully,
(Miss) M. B. Hobbs
Director, Secretariat
Letter #88
Aug. 29, 1944
Lucy darling:
As I had five letters from you yesterday, up to #115, I did not expect anything further today, when I wrote you this morning. However, your #116 arrived this afternoon. This makes it unlikely that any navy mail was aboard the mail plane which I wrote you of this morning which crashed yesterday morning in Scotland.
I commented already on that Truman clipping you sent me, which is astonishing in its statement. Discussing the matter here with persons who have some knowledge of the situation, they say that the criticism is well founded in fact and that the responsibility lies where I guessed it did. The critic is stated to be correct in his statement “our people will be amazed by the truth.” It will be interesting to see whether they get it before my birthday, of ever.
Things are quieter here. From last Friday morning until Sunday morning, a 48 hour period there were no alerts and no bombs. On Sunday morning there were a few, with one alert. Then we had 30 hours more with no alerts or bombs. Yesterday afternoon (Monday) we had several alerts but no bombs were heard in our area. I understand a few fell in the outskirts. Today we had several alerts, but no bombs heard, though tonight I saw one flying through the night, a ball of fire some distance off and still traveling, so to me it looked as if it might overshoot London altogether. I didn’t hear any explosion.
The answers are several, but one is that the AA gunners are knocking most of them down. However, today has been rainy off and on, which somewhat cramps their style. It’s overcast now.
Another one just went by about half a mile to the left, quite a brilliant meteor, spotted in the beams of a dozen searchlights playing on it to mark its course for air raid wardens. So far as I could judge, it kept on about three miles beyond, and I could see the sudden glow when it exploded, but heard no explosion. You would think you’d hear a ton of TNT exploding three miles off, but in spite of the fact that I could hear the motor cut out a few seconds before the flash, I still heard no explosion. Queer.
Tonight’s radio reports put our troops at Soissons on the Aisne, and entering Rheims. Yesterday they were at Chateau Thierry on the Marne. In World War I, even when things were going better in 1918, it took them from July to about October to cover that much ground – now they’ve done it in 24 hours.
It was somewhat of a disappointment that any of the German Seventh Army got out of the Falaise-Argentan pocket, but there were three rainy days at an unfortunate period there that stopped the air assault. However the bulk of that army was disposed of, and most of their equipment was washed out. Practically all the rest of it was lost in the Seine. One cannot expect perfection in destruction all the time. The remnants of the Seventh Army amount to little now. We’ll shortly see how much the German 15th Army from the Calais area, which has moved up to cover the fleeing fragments of the Seventh, is worth. It looks to me as if with Montgomery hitting them frontally, and Bradley’s 2nd Army on their southern flank, they are in for a short life and a merry one unless they start running like hell immediately. In that case, they’ll have the pleasure of dying for Hitler closer to home. However, I think they’ll be ordered to stand and defend the flying bomb coasts. And that is shortly going to spell the end of the German 15th Army.
With love, Ned
Letter #89
Aug. 30, 1944
Lucy darling:
No letter today, but that was not unexpected after the mass of mail of the last three days, ending with #116 yesterday.
Things are moving very fast on the other side. In a week or less, Patton will be either in Belgium or Germany. Germany is my bet. From a strictly military view, I think that is correct, but there is a psychological angle that might change his course more to the north. Every German broadcast, every German statement, shows the Germans know they have lost (see General Dittmar’s statement enclosed) but they are desperately holding on waiting for the miracle of V-2 and fooling themselves over V-1. Now neither V-1 nor
V-2 (if it eventuates) will make any difference but the Germans still think they will, and are hanging on by their eyebrows, thinking that they are with V-1 (or will with V-2) hurting the Allies (Britain) so much, as Dittmar says, that the Allies will ask “Are the losses---worth the candle militarily and politically, taking a sane view of the situation?” Now honestly in no way are the Allies, and least of all Britain, being hurt anything like in World War I, or in 1940-1941, and no such question is even being dreamed of here. However, if the German delusion were even in German eyes dissolved, it would make a serious difference in the German attitude towards continuing to hang on. So for that reason, it is possible that the war will be swung north to wash up the flying bomb coast quickly and destroy that German dream, though it is sounder strategy to bypass the Calais coast and break as quickly as possible in Western Germany. The next few days will show how this problem sizes up in Allied headquarters strategy.
The Germans are still crazy. Dittmar’s sole hope is to so hurt Britain by “a tooth and claw struggle” that she will want to compromise. What else does he think Britain has been up against since 1940? The Nazis have learned nothing at all – “Spurlos versankt” and “frightfulness” in the last war, more terrible ruthlessness and plain mass murder in this one are useless weapons against Germany’s enemies. From now on, German resistance is going to be a Nazi massacre with slight Allied losses, which will be a good thing in leaving less fanatics to deal with in Germany after the war.
The defense against flying bombs is getting better and better. If the Germans knew how few of the bombs they now launch get through to London, it would make them positively ill.
I enclose a report by two British reporters on what they say in Lublin (Ed: Poland), one report quite in detail. Here is what Nazi Germany has been doing to hundreds of thousands of helpless civilians, Jews mostly, but plenty of others of all nationalities in her grip. A more damnable crime was never perpetrated on this earth in history. And yet I swear that within a few years in the United States you will hear the “good” people absolving Germany completely of all this, denying it ever happened, laughing it off as just wartime propaganda to make us hate the enemy.
The other clippings illuminate the English scene from blackberries to buzz bombs to blackouts.
My dinner date with Ned (Ed: Benson) seems fairly definite now for next Monday night (Sept. 4).
With love, Ned
Mary ought to be with you now.
Letter #90
Aug. 31, 1944
Lucy darling:
The news tonight is breath-taking. General Bradley’s army has taken Sedan, crossed the Meuse, and may already be in Belgium; Montgomery’s men have taken Amiens and are closing on Dieppe; and Patton is sweeping into the Argonne forest to Germany’s border! I have not been conservative in what I thought our armies could do, but they are outstripping all expectations. Without doubt all this is the result of their so crushing von Kluge’s Seventh Army at Caen-Falaise-Argentan and the divisions of the Fifteenth Army sent to bolster it up, that there is not enough of a German army in northwest France to offer a battle in opposition, or to get into position to oppose the advances on Belgium and Germany.
Not the least important news is that General Montgomery has been promoted to Field Marshal, which no soldier has ever better merited. I send you a clipping from the July 16 Baltimore Sun, just at hand, showing how the experts on the eve of his great victory, were so blind as to what was going on as to hint that he might well be eliminated. If half the newspaper experts were boiled in oil and the other half set to selling newspapers on the street, we should be much better off.
I enclose also a cartoon from today’s Stars and Stripes, sent by a sergeant at the front, which when my eye lighted on it at lunch today, practically rolled me out of my seat. It’s an excellent illustration in a few strokes of what’s going on. Maybe it isn’t as funny as it seemed to me, but for us over here, it’s tops.
Your #117 came this morning. I judge from its delivery that no Navy mail was aboard that Army mail plane which I mentioned crashing over here a few days ago.
I repeat that I expect to have dinner with Ned II on the evening of Sept. 4.
With much love, Ned
P.S. I suppose Mary has been with you since her birthday at least.
Letter #91
Sept. 1, 1944
Friday
Lucy darling:
Yesterday it rained intermittently and sharply all day long. Today it’s clear and the sun shining, but with decidedly an autumn tang in the air which seems to say that September has come (as it has) and that the summer, which we have never had here this year, is over even officially (or astronomically, even).
As regards the question of my going again to the far shore, which you ask in #117, frankly I don’t know now. It is for that that I am waiting, in reserve, so to speak, but there have been so many changes in plan, some hinging on the military situation and some not, that I have no idea of what will happen. If I go again, I certainly have every intention of returning home as soon as my task there is completed; meanwhile I am just waiting. I once knew what was intended with regard to the far shore ports; now I don’t any more.
I think Mary’s idea of sending her bicycle to S.W. H. is an excellent one – she has a shipping crate for it in the garage, and I suppose she had it crated and shipped without waiting for her own departure.
Now as regards the furnace, which, as you say, you’ll certainly want in September. There’s coal enough, but you’ll probably need kindling. There is a water filling copper pipe to the humidity pan in the furnace which I think I disconnected to avoid freezing, and I think you’d better leave it disconnected and unused, and also warn whoever closes up the house (Gilley?) to see that it is so left, particularly with regard to its valves both in the kitchen above the hot water tank, and in the basement.
Your major problem will be the thermostat clock. You will want to use that, or you’ll probably alternately find yourself freezing and roasting, and all the time rebuilding a burned out fire. To put the clock in service, you will have to plug it in by plugging in a connection you will find in the basement overhead and to the right of the furnace. It will also be necessary to insure that the clock hands are synchronized for day and night, or you may find yourself 12 hours out of cycle, as Rose Bristol once was, with sad heating results. I do not think it advisable to meddle with the settings for “on” and “off,” morning and night on the thermostat, nor with the “on” and “off” temperature settings, unless absolutely necessary.
You can plug in the thermostat yourself if you desire, and then synchronize the time setting to insure heating in the daytime and not at night, by moving the clock minute hand till you are sure you are in the right 12 hour cycle. If all goes well, that’s all there is to it, but if you are dubious, you’d better get the electrician to come out and do it for you. When you leave, I suggest you yourself unplug the basement clock thermostat connection, and not leave it for the general closing up of the house.
I quite agree with you that next summer it will be desirable to have an architect look the house over to see what can be done to increase its beauty and its utility with a veranda; also to make it more habitable for early spring and autumn. My own idea is that for that we’ll want an oil burner and paneling downstairs at least, and probably upstairs also. And of course a big plate glass window in the front of the living room and of the porch also (the latter sliding, if possible). Then we’ll need a lawn on the point, and possibly even, a vegetable garden back on the old garden patch, where the Manset (Ed: their house was in a section of Southwest Harbor called Manset) bunnies can nibble carrots and cabbage. (I don’t insist on this latter). And we’ll see if we can buy a strip of land from the Woods, and clear up our own forest. (Talking about summer homes, a sizeable flight of glistening fortresses is passing overhead, bound homeward after unloading across the water. They don’t often pass directly over the town.) (See clipping).
Well, I see from one of the clippings you sent me that the activities of the N. J. Shipbuilding Corp. at Perth Amboy are coming close to the end. I quite agree – we have enough LCI(4)s to more than finish off the Japs, and they are no longer needed in Europe, where certainly amphibious assaults in France have come to an end and Germany lies wide open to land attack west, south and east. I shed no tears over the near closing of New Jersey Ship – that outfit gave me plenty of headaches.
Thanks also for the other clippings, which I have enjoyed reading.
If you haven’t already sent one for September, I will appreciate getting the Times financial pages.
I’ve got about $650 here now between my bank account in the Chase and my pay account, which we might use towards improving The Anchorage; I think that might be a good permanent memorial of Hitler’s contributions towards a new “world order.” I may have a little more by the time I come home.
I enclose a clipping of Mr. A. P. Herbert’s views on forgiveness. As between Mr. Herbert and Mr. Priestley (who is now one of Britain’s parlor communists) there is no comparison; I always felt that Priestley, after his disgraceful performance in America some years ago, was below par as a man. I’m glad to see Herbert, on the contrary, rising in stature.
Meanwhile the Pope is to broadcast tonight on the sixth anniversary of Hitler’s starting the war. As it is to be a shortwave broadcast and my radio doesn’t cover the shortwave bands, I’ll have to wait for rebroadcasts to see what he says. However, his previous statements have never to any sharp degree opposed Hitler’s progress while he was winning, and I am not prepared to listen with enthusiasm to any “turn the other cheek” or “forgiveness” counsel from the Pope now. Actually, while I know that up to the capture of Rome, the Pope’s position was not a happy one, still he passed up the opportunity to denounce the devil while the devil was in the ascendant; it’s too late now for him to get the world’s ear. What will be remembered when this war is over, will be Churchill’s voice, not the Pope’s.
I wrote a few days ago that the Germans had dropped their ridiculous “Invasion Calling” and how I was going to miss “Lilli Marlene.” Well, after two days they pulled themselves together and put on a new “Invasion Calling” program, leaving out the more laughable parts of the song “Invasion” but still keeping the rest of it. Thank goodness, they recognized the value of “Lilli Marlene” as an attraction and kept that. In between “Invasion” and “Lilli Marlene” are sandwiched some entertaining songs by Midge (back again) but no more of the nostalgic “Down By the Old Mill Stream” stuff, and some of the most adroit and poisonous propaganda items as before for dissention amongst the allies. However, I’m afraid I’ll shortly have to kiss this program goodbye, for while it’s broadcast on both Calais and Bremen, it is only from the Calais station that I get it really clearly. And in a couple of days, that Calais station is going to be all washed up, so far as German broadcasts are concerned.
All our armies are going great guns. Dieppe, Arras, Verdun, all in one day. The long weeks of heavy slugging at the German Seventh Army from Caen to La Haye de Puits (remember them?) are paying off heavily now. I don’t think there is anything left of the Seventh Army but its third commander, and the British captured him yesterday. Pretty tough when an Army commander can’t even stop for breakfast without having enemy tanks drop in on him. (See clipping).
It was a grand and glorious feeling to hear that the same Canadian division which assaulted Dieppe two years ago, captured it today. It was the Dieppe raid which brought forth Hitler’s shrill gibe, “The next time Mr. Churchill cares to invade Europe, I promise him he will not stay even nine hours!” Well, perhaps Adolph stopped his clock at H hour on D day, for it’s been a long nine hours since then – especially for him. By tomorrow night our troops will be on the Belgian frontier and long before you get this will be on the German border and probably across it.
About five years ago (this is the sixth anniversary thereof) two songs sprang into popularity, one German “Wir gegen nack England” (approximately) or “We Sail Against England” which the Germans used to sing vociferously but have now conveniently forgotten. They were reminded of it when the first prisoners from the Normandy beachhead were greeted by a band playing it when they came ashore at Portsmouth shortly after D day. The other song was sung by British tommies during the “sitzkrieg” before the assault on Holland in May, 1940; it was “We’ll Hang Out Our Washing on the Siegfried Line.” I predict a sudden revival in the popularity of this song – in fact Polish, French, Dutch, and American versions of it will be roaring out lustily from now on. Odd how both those songs came true. Maybe that’s where my washing is hanging out, for it has never come back. Perhaps it went east with our troops from Normandy and will shortly literally be doing that. I may ask General Patton to have the MPs search the Siegfried Line for my stuff.
With love, Ned
Letter #92
Sept. 2, 1944
Saturday night
Lucy darling:
I may have misnumbered my letter of Sept. 1. It should have been #90, regardless of how it was marked.
Your #118 and 119 came this morning. I rather imagined from what I knew over here, that Mary should be in S.W.H. for her birthday. I trust nothing in the complicated travel and taxi arrangements went wrong, and that she made it all right. It will be pleasant to have Diana there also. It’s particularly nice to have Mary arrive before Clara leaves since they haven’t had a visit together for some time.
I don’t expect anything to result from the recommendation that Admiral Irish made; not that he didn’t mean it, but I’ve learned from Capt. Pickering (also a reserve officer now) that there are certain Navy Department policies which make action quite unlikely with regard to reserve officers. I wasn’t aware of them before, and I doubt that Admiral Irish is either. I’ll discuss this when I get home. Meanwhile I’m not worrying over it.
It’s too bad your own radio wasn’t working well enough to take up. I hope Alice leaves hers with you till you and Mary leave SWH. Does that leave them any in Springfield? Possibly if Alice’s goes back with Clara, you can rent one in SWH for the remainder of your stay. Otherwise there is Mary’s now, which perhaps you can get Madelline to pack up and ship to you.
The Oradour massacre came in July when the Germans in a perfectly fiendish manner wiped out the town of some 500 people, (including the people) in reprisal for some minor Maquis attack, which took place in the vicinity. A particularly revolting feature was the fact that there is Oradour sur X and Oradour sur Y, and the SS troops in their reprisal burned up the one that wasn’t even so much involved as being in the vicinity of the Maquis attack. Lidice was not in a class with what happened in Oradour; there in Oradour most of the inhabitants were herded into their church, the doors barred, and the church burned up. Hardly seven people escaped alive from the whole town. It made quite a stir over here, particularly in our Army, since Eisenhower’s statement about the F.F.I. being a part of his forces, was involved in the situation.
You may be interested in the flying bomb situation. It is now this:
Friday, Aug. 25 & Sat. Aug. 26. No alerts, no bombs for 48 hours.
Sunday, Aug. 27, in the morning one alert, 4 bombs that I heard.
Monday night, Aug. 28, nothing for 30 hours, then two bombs seen, no explosions heard.
Since Monday Aug. 28 to tonight (Sept. 2) no bombs seen, no bombs heard for five days now. A few brief alerts in that period, with a few bombs reported, but I believe they all fell short of London.
It looks pretty much as if V-1 is now washed up, though the German radio claims daily “Retaliation fire of V-1 on Greater London continues.” I suppose it does in Goebbels propaganda scripts. The causes for the practical cessation are probably: 1. Many sites captured. 2. Many supply depots captured. 3. Communications to remaining sites in danger. 4. Sites at present uncaptured temporarily out of commission while an attempt is being made to move their equipment to new sites further east, not yet ready for action. The probabilities are that this V-1 will not again get in action on any but a very limited scale from Dutch bases, and that for not long. I think V-1 can now be written off.
It is doubtful that V-2 will ever be heard of, except on Goebbels’ radio. Even that talks less now of secret weapons than of going down fighting, with a “people’s army” inside Germany defending every village to the last gasp – just the way they defended Cherbourg. There may be some value in this “people’s army” business, for it will help to disillusion America of the “good” German delusion. Actually I have no doubt we’ll run into some Nazis of that stripe in every village, ready to duplicate the performance in Notre Dame de Paris of last week. The Swiss papers believe, however, that giving the German worker arms for a “people’s army” will be a boomerang – that many of them will then be able for the first time to use them to bump off the Gestapo, in collaboration with the remnants of the German Wehrmacht, which also now hates the Gestapo, the SS, and all their works and will hate them even more if they are forced to continue the war after it’s lost and the Wehrmacht is broken into small bits.
Without any question, Goebbels is fighting for time now, not to put secret weapons into operation, but in the hope that given a few months (on top of war weariness in the U.S. and Britain) he can yet split the Allies apart on political questions. Even a relatively unpromising matter such as Montgomery’s promotion to Field-Marshal, is given a big play in creating discord between him and Eisenhower, in setting up dissentions among British and Americans (each of whom is told (believe this or not) in the same broadcast that the other is playing him for a sucker) and when I read what our own Senator Chandler spouts on this general subject, I don’t know but that Goebbels is succeeding.
The big hope, of course, is to split the Allies wide apart over Poland. It would amaze you to listen to the skill with which Lord Haw Haw plays on this theme. Then of course all the other Goebbels standbys are being ridden for all they are worth now, and most expertly, I can assure you. I give these scoundrels credit for being able within a couple of years (when the Allied cohesion because of war dangers is over) to split the present Allies much further apart than they were in the 1920s – unless every one of them from Goebbels down to Haw Haw and the lesser American and British radio traitors, is executed remorselessly. I ago was an amateur compared with Goebbels and his satellites.
I’m sending some clippings that illustrate some of these things.
By the way, since I’ve just heard Ned won’t be at his camp till early Tuesday morning, we are changing our dinner date to Tuesday night instead of Monday night.
With love, Ned
Letter #93
Sept. 3, 1944
Sunday evening
Lucy darling:
This morning I went to the office, not that anybody works there Sundays anymore or even attends, but because it is the only place I can mail a letter. But virtue was rewarded – there were two letters from you, #120 and 121, and one from Mary of Aug. 25. This is the first time we’ve had a Sunday delivery in weeks.
Clara will be gone by the time you get this, but thank her anyway for the clipping she sent on the London publishing situation. It’s quite so. I told you some time ago I’d tried to buy here one of my books for General Gale, but the booksellers were out and after contacting the publishers, told me about the same as the clipping said. So I forgot it. (The book, by the way, hasn’t arrived yet from Dodd, Mead, though it was shipped several weeks ago. I got a bill and a shipping notice then.) I was surprised therefore when a bluejacket walked in yesterday with a British edition of “Captain Paul” for an autograph. He told me he had just bought it at Selfridge’s. So I rushed over there to buy one for myself, and asking the clerk how come, they said the book was so much requested (all of a dozen buyers I shouldn’t wonder) that the British publishers, Heinemann, had decided to reprint a new edition, and they had consequently stocked up on it again. (They had, too; aside from what they’d already sold, they had over a dozen copies on the shelf). I imagine that, for Captain Paul, in England of all places! After I read that clipping over again, I felt quite set up. So that you also may get the same swelled head for your part of it, I am sending that clipping back to you for your reperusal.
Your remarks on the cooling off in SWH and your warming up the bathroom with the hot water in the tub, strike a sympathetic chord here, where it also grew quite cool immediately Sept. 1 rolled around. Tonight I dug through my trunk for a sweater and emerged with the one Mary knitted me in SWH. I’m wearing it now in my room.
In response to your question in #120 of Aug. 26, I certainly have no intention or desire of staying over here for work once the fighting is over. I have no urge to spend the rest of my life on salvage, whether it’s in French harbors or elsewhere. As a peacetime occupation, I hate it.
Talking about your report of Leland Stowe’s broadcast on delusions about reeducating young Nazis, here’s another clipping on how “Tomorrow The World” strikes English critics.
I gave you a report on flying bombs yesterday. This evening it was announced that not one bomb had even been launched at England since Friday evening, and also that for the first time since they started almost three months ago, that the German war communiqué did not include its usual phrase “Heavy V-1 fire was directed at Greater London all day yesterday.” It didn’t even mention them. I have no doubt the Germans will try to resume later at longer range from some points on the eastern Dutch coast, but the defensive position against such points of attack is even more favorable than it was lately, so few will ever reach England from there. And even those bases couldn’t last long.
While I’ve heard plenty in the last few days about how Germany’s total mobilization will bring about stabilized fronts in the West as it has (?) in the East, no more mention is made any more about “secret weapons.” Having had the Calais coast kicked out from under them, the V2 weapon has suddenly burst like a pricked soap bubble right in Goebbels’ face, and now when he needs it more than ever for propaganda, if for nothing else, he is compelled to ignore it completely to avoid embarrassing thoughts in the home front mind. After all the hot air he has blown out about it, this sudden reversal of his propaganda might cause blushes to the garden variety of propagandist, but not to Goebbels who from long experience is used to sudden reversals. No apologies, no explanations will be offered, and Himmler will see that there are no questions.
The “stabilized front” business, makes me laugh. The Warsaw front will burst suddenly asunder before long just as the Normandy front did at Caen-Falaise a few weeks ago. And there is never going to be any in the West that will last over a week. If a stand is made at the Siegfried Line or on the Rhine, it may cause a pause for about a week while Bradley and Patton bring up the necessary concentration, and then they’ll go through the “stabilized front” as if it weren’t there.
The Nazis should have learned by now that all their “Lines” and “Walls” and “Festungs this and that” are just about as good as the Nazis behind them, and that’s not much when we hit them in earnest.
I enclose a clipping on how Rommel gambled on the weather in Normandy and consequently sacrificed all the Western German armies. The writer misses the point. The weather was not only as bad as Rommel figured on, but much worse, so it cannot be said that Rommel acted on a meteorological miscalculation. He didn’t. What sunk Rommel was that he hadn’t figured that we had figured out a way to make the bad weather immaterial. What licked Rommel and ruined the German campaign in Normandy was our artificial harbors – save for them, Rommel’s plan of attack might have defeated the invasion, or at the very worst have cost us such terrific losses that our further progress would have required a campaign running at least a year longer. And God knows what the effect the reaction of that would have had in the United States.
I saw a review of “Anna & the King of Siam” which sounded interesting, but don’t bother to send it. I have access to libraries over here, including the Armed Services books. Just now I’m engaged in reading a very interesting book called “Captain Paul.” (Ed: written by himself). I’ve got so far as where the hero has just arrived at the island of Tobago. I can recommend it to you, but I shan’t send you my copy, as it may be available to you in the U.S. at some libraries.
Mary’s departure for SWH jibes pretty much with my information on this side.
I trust the weather in SWH doesn’t get too cold and that as long as you stay, you and Mary and Diana all have a grand time.
There is of course no point in punishing yourself by staying after it really gets too cold for comfort.
With love, Ned
The B.B.C. states that is certain that von Kluge now is dead, but not certain yet whether he committed suicide or died of a heart attack. German C in Cs facing our armies have a short life. Having seen our armies in action, I can well understand it.
Letter #94
Sept. 4., 1944
Monday
Lucy darling:
No letter from you today, but as two came yesterday that is as expected.
Tomorrow morning, as I’ve explained to Mary, I’m driving down to Ned’s camp to see him. He’s not likely to be there long. I should be back, perhaps late tomorrow evening.
Now that Mary’s there, I see that for a few days (till Clara left) you had a full house; however, since Clara’s departure you have been reduced to four queens, but that is still a pretty fine poker hand. It would however be improved by the addition of at least one king.
Things seem to be moving still at high speed. Belgium has been entered; Finland is withdrawing from the war; our soldiers will shortly be having to use German instead of French with the natives.
Meanwhile, no flying bombs over England since Friday afternoon; not one has reached London since Thursday. It’s getting monotonous here – listening to flying bombs was practically the only excitement; now, I fear, we’ve had the last of them.
It is now definitely stated that von Kluge died of heart failure about 12 days ago. I don’t blame the poor devil. One good look at all the men and all the equipment we put into France would give anybody who had to face them, heart-failure.
I am so glad you were able to have Mary with you for her birthday, and from her account, everybody had a beautiful time.
With love, Ned
Letter #95
Sept. 4, 1944
Monday night
Lucy darling:
I shoved a rather brief letter for you into the letter I wrote Mary this afternoon. Since tomorrow I’ll be several hours on the road to an army camp to see Ned, and probably won’t get back tomorrow night to write then, I’m doing it now, though this can’t be mailed till Wednesday morning.
Things are rushing along at breakneck speed. Tonight is announced that Brussels is freed and the British are approaching Antwerp. I said yesterday I expected that today the Allies would enter Belgium. It looks now as if by tomorrow night the Germans aren’t all out of it, they’ll never get out. Day after tomorrow, it will be Holland’s turn. And by that time, Patton’s men will be about ready to wash their socks and hang them out on the Sigfried Line.
Patton himself continuously is getting a big play in all the British papers – more even than Montgomery – it seems that the British don’t care whose face gets slapped as long as Patton includes Hitler’s.
I enclose a few clippings. I particularly invite attention to the one on the Tyler Kent case. That this scoundrel was not hanged is his luck; but to see growing out of it and the confidential correspondence of William Phillips to the President, the attempts of Senator Chandler and Drew Pearson to cause trouble between us and the British, is just too much. Chandler and that damned common gossip, Drew Pearson are playing Goebbels’ game – this is exactly what he is aiming at as the one Nazi chance to avoid retribution. And don’t think Goebbels is missing it – tonight the Nazi broadcasters were using this very data on Phillips and India to try to split America and Britain. Chandler at least should know better than to disclose official opinions made in confidential reports, whether they be complimentary or otherwise (the British could honestly say a great deal about us that isn’t complimentary either); and Drew Pearson should be put in jail for what he’s doing to sabotage our chances of winning the war. There is absolutely no reason for making any of this public except to cause trouble between us and Britain. If the Allies start to fight amongst themselves nobody wins but Hitler – long ago in North Africa General Eisenhower told any American who started anything like that that he’d find himself on his way home in disgrace so fast he’d be dizzy. They ought to hang the Iron Cross with oak leaves on Chandler and Drew Pearson for services to Nazi Germany for what they are doing.
With love, Ned
Letter #96
Sept. 5, 1944
Tuesday evening
Lucy darling:
I drove down to Ned’s camp this morning. I found him and his friends all asleep in the barracks as they had been up until 3:40 AM this morning. I tried to see if I could pick him out among the sleepers, but as most of them had blankets drawn up over their heads (it was cold enough) I couldn’t. However one of them awoke and asked if he could give me any information. He turned out to be Lt. Zimmerman; when I asked for Ned, he said he was in the next cot. Sure enough, when I pulled down the blanket, there he was. As it was already 10:30 AM, he didn’t mind getting up, and shortly they all did.
Since it was their first day there, and their program was unsettled, they couldn’t leave camp, so I had lunch with them there. After lunch, Ned and Lt. Zimmerman got a six hour pass. I couldn’t take them back with me on that, since it was nearly a three hour ride each way, so instead we drove to Winchester which we could easily do and looked over the cathedral there which I’d never seen before.
Outside, Winchester Cathedral, which is very large, is surpassed by some others in architectural grace, but inside, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more lovely cathedral anywhere. The columns, the stone work in the roof vaulting, and the lighting, are exquisite. As for its age – it dates from 1079 – it’s probably older than most. After about half an hour in the cathedral, we spent a while looking over the old town of Winchester, and then we drove back to camp, where I left the two to return here, getting back about 8:30 PM.
Ned had never seen any thatched cottages, and as the countryside around the camp was full of them, and the gardens and shrubbery all in blossom against a lovely green background, I think he got a fine first impression of southern England.
Ned told me he had ordered some flowers sent for Mary’s birthday (which in your letters which I picked up at the office on my return I note you say she received).
Ned doesn’t expect to stay in camp long; at the camp they told me the stay might be very brief. When they get their assignments there or at the far shore, they don’t know yet. Whether I’ll see him again before he goes over, I don’t know. I told him if he could get a long enough pass, to come to London for a brief visit, and I’d put him up.
Ned will let me know when he leaves and anything else he learns, but his telephone chances here are poor, and mail will take about as long from his camp as it does from here to you, so I may not hear further very soon.
With love, Ned
PS Tonight I received your #120 of 8/28 and 121 of 8/29. Your numbering system has collapsed; I already have #120 of 8/26 and #121 of 8/27.
Letter #97
Sept. 6, 1944
Lucy darling:
This morning I received your #122 and this afternoon #124. (123 hasn’t arrived yet). You duplicated your #120 and 121. I have two of each bearing those numbers. I imagine that under the impact of the blitzkrieg caused by the unprecedented advance of over 500 miles made in one day by Mary and her supporting forces, you completely lost control of your retreat to your previously prepared position and your numbering system disintegrated.
I sent you a cable at 2 PM today (that would be 8 AM your time) saying “Saw Ned yesterday.” I shall be interested to know when you got it. Ned’s chance of cabling from his camp was negligible.
I think I forgot to mention that day before yesterday the book sent from Dodd, Mead for Major General Gale arrived. I find that Gale is now a Lt. General and also that he is somewhere in France. As soon as I get some more exact information as to his address, I’ll send it to him; I don’t care just to throw it into the yawning maw of the far shore; I’d like to be reasonably assured he gets it. The book was mailed from N.Y. on Aug. 10, so it took a little under four weeks to get here.
I’m glad to hear you were able to stage such a gorgeous birthday party for Mary – lobster and chocolate cake! Oh! Oh! It makes my mouth water. And a sail in the afternoon! That makes my fingers itch for the feel of the tiller!
Today, I see from your #124, Clara goes home. I earnestly hope she did get a rest which built her up. I hope she does what you felt advisable, and has an independent check of the need before she has the proposed operation.
I note your statement you expect to go home on Sept. 25. I’ll start addressing my letters to Westfield on Sept. 16 unless I hear from you to the contrary in the meanwhile.
Yesterday when I drove down to see Ned, and with Lt. Zimmerman we went to see Winchester Cathedral, we had two blowouts and a flat tire from a leak, all in that 30 mile round trip from camp to Winchester. Of course the sailor driving did all the tire changing, but it was a mess. As a coincidence, I was just talking with Ned about the flat tires Mary and he had just before they sold their car, when Bang! went our first blowout – the right front. Fortunately the car had two spares, but the first spare blew out just as we were starting to leave Winchester, and the second one started to flatten out immediately we had it on the wheel. We hardly got to a garage on it before it was too soft to go any farther. Luckily the garage man was able to do a good repair job on two of the tires – one to ride on and one for a spare (the third one which was our first blowout was beyond hope) so that I got the two boys back to camp and myself back to London with no further trouble.
In view of all of which I suggest again that when you go home, you stick to the main roads and resist the temptation to take the lovely country roads which have so little traffic on them that it’s a pleasure to ride on them, but hell when you need help.
I may say in explanation of all this that the first tire that blew on us, we found to have the tread completely worn through, rubber and fabric, right down to the inner tube. It should never have been on the car. The second tire to blow was in itself all right, but blew off the rim because the casing had never been properly put on the rim in the first place. The third one to go went because it had an unrepaired puncture in it to start with. Just damned carelessness all around in the government garage before they sent the car out.
So I have no reason at all to believe you will have any such trouble, since you’ve had your tires checked over.
A dull day – no new large cities captured or new countries liberated, unless the entrance into Luxemburg turns out to be authentic. Russia got tired of Bulgaria’s procrastination and declared war on her, and 5 1/2 hours later Bulgaria asked for an armistice – the shortest war in history. Both east and west there may be a short lull while the forces build up for a smashing crack at Germany – it won’t be but a few days.
Meanwhile I see Goebbels’ propaganda having some effects – we play into his hands over India, and Poland once again gives him ammunition for causing trouble between themselves, Britain, and England (Ed: sic). Who in Heaven’s name do all these think they are fighting? I enclose some clippings in illustration.
I may say that no one who ever saw Indian troops in action would ever sneer at them. And far be it from us to criticize Britain for not being able to get India to enter whole heartedly into the war – I notice we had no great success some months ago trying to force or persuade De Valera and Ireland to quit acting as a base for enemy spies, nor in quelling or punishing our own fascists and traitors right at home, including Gerald Smith and his “America Firsters.”
There have been various radio statements from Germany that they have there given up hope of a military victory and are now aiming at a “political decision.” I have no doubt of it, and it pains me exceedingly to see various people in the U.S. and in Poland helping them along the road to one. Goebbels isn’t striving for time any more to get secret weapons into action (that’s all blown up); what he wants time for is for the allies to start fighting amongst themselves so Germany may escape disaster in the scuffle. But in spite of all the damned fools, the scandal-mongerers, and the self-seeking politicians of various nationalities helping Goebbels out, I don’t think it will work.
As regards Warsaw, it is just as naïve to expect the Russians to upset the campaign plans they think best suited to smash Germany to an impromptu rescue party for the Poles in Warsaw, as it would have been for Eisenhower to change his campaign plans in France in late June and July because London was being attacked by flying bombs.
Suppose that last mid-July, while we were facing an unbroken German line from Caen to La Haye de Puits and London was being heavily smacked, Eisenhower had been ordered by Churchill (or/and Roosevelt) that he must immediately smash through to the flying bomb coast or withdraw his army from Normandy by sea to assault the Pas de Calais to stop those bombs, it would have wrecked the whole campaign.
But London took it, suffered, and shut up, in the conviction that Eisenhower was doing the best possible; so also must the Poles in Warsaw – about the Russian offensive.
By the way, talking about propaganda, I am sending back to you for rereading, a clipping from News of the Week you last sent me. (I hope Clara also read it before she left). It should be pasted on the wall in the O.W. I. and taken to heart by plenty of Americans.
In the same section of News of the Week, I noted your footnote on Mr. Albert Volk’s letter on keeping the war going for another 3 to 5 years at least. You are right – the gentleman is a very prominent New York contractor who is not himself fighting. Not only will he not get hurt, but he won’t lose any money either if the war kept on forever. Germany is going to be smashed, but everyone here engaged in the smashing is perfectly willing to finish the job in five weeks and not drag it out for five years, just to suit either Mr. Volk’s ideas or his business. Mr. Volk forgets we suffer losses too when we send our airmen over Germany – they would have perfect grounds for mutiny if they were told that voluntarily we chose to keep them at it for five years for such a crack-brained reason.
The best news of the day is Sweden’s announcement that she will neither receive nor harbor any war criminals. With more or less like statements made by Spain and Argentina, the air is beginning to clear up on this. Switzerland remains to be heard from, but I believe will certainly take like action; to a degree she already has about Laval and his associates. Ireland has said nothing, and is as yet a doubtful quantity.
Finally there was the usual false armistice rumor, coming from Radio Brussels. Why the devil we have to have these false alarms I don’t know. Coming on top of the false announcement in America of D- Day last June, and the false armistice of Nov. 7, 1918, this is too much. A little checking up before spreading such rumors wouldn’t hurt either newspapers or broadcasters but I suppose that is too much to expect of those whose minds run only to scareheads and special announcements.
Since mine runs only to you, I have no sympathetic understanding of such doings.
With love, Ned
Letter #98
Sept. 7, 1944
Thursday
Lucy darling:
Your missing #123 arrived this morning. I got 124 yesterday.
I am glad to know you have gasoline enough to take a few short trips around S.W.H. The Flying Mt. and Valley Cove one is always rewarding.
You may have beautiful black hulled schooners as symbols of approaching victory; around here we are getting definite relaxation of the intense blackout as a symbol of the same. Many cities of England will shortly go back to complete peacetime lighting. London will go from a blackout to a moderate dimout.
Now that we are coming to the end of the blackout, I may say that almost the most dangerous situation I’ve been in since I left New York resulted from it. Late last June I got back from the far shore on a dispatch boat which landed me at 1:30 AM at Portsmouth. I had to be in London in the morning for a conference, and there was a car (a Packard) waiting at the dock with a navy driver for me). The distance was 80 miles over roads strange to me and to the driver, on a dark moonless night with an absolute blackout of all road and other lighting the whole way; the car, fitted out in accordance with the blackout regulations had no headlights, and only two tiny fender lights inferior to the parking lights on our Chevrolet, which meant no road light at all. That drive was a nightmare, which took over four hours to cover 80 miles over roads, which, thank God, were practically free of all traffic. After two hours, during which the bluejacket driver twice went completely off the road at imagined turns which didn’t exist (fortunately there were no ditches there when we brought up in the hedges), the driver was completely knocked out from eyestrain, and couldn’t go on. I drove the car myself the other half of the way, with no worse results than twice going up on the curbstones. Finally as dawn was breaking we arrived. I swore I’d never ride or drive in a blackout again, and I haven’t. Do you know that more people have been killed in road accidents at night in England since the blackout started in 1939 than have been killed by both the bombing blitzes and the flying bomb attacks?
So you can imagine what the lifting of the blackout means to the people of England.
As another symbol of how near victory is, the British have today released the story of the defenses against the flying bomb. I am enclosing the Star, with the whole account. It may be admitted now that if Hitler had ever been allowed to get going with it on the scale he intended, 300 bombs an hour, he would have destroyed both London and all southern England, including the invasion ports on the Channel. But the counter measures taken in advance, mainly bombing his launching sites, factories, and depots, set him way back in his starting schedule and cut down his capacity so he never on his best day got off more than 200 in a day, and averaged only half that.
The defense put up was magnificent, so that on the average only about one an hour reached London, and the last four weeks, much less than that with the defense continually improving. The result was the attack never was a military danger; Hitler probably doesn’t believe it yet and honestly thinks the British were lying like hell when they kept claiming London was not only still on the map, but wasn’t even seriously incommoded, let alone not in a panic.
V-2 we’ll never see at all. Even the Germans tacitly admit that this is so, for they have completely quit talking about what their marvelous secret weapons are going to do to retrieve a hopeless situation. Goebbels is now relying solely on the allies fighting among themselves “sooner or later,” and all he is striving for now is time enough for them to fall out. See clipping, “Terrible Crisis.”
I enclose also “Warweek” with an account of the Oradour massacre, which you say you saw no notice of.
I got off my book to Lt. General Gale today.
It rained all day today here and in France, which was no help to our air attack. Our September weather so far has been lousy – rain nearly every day.
The German radio still uses up most of its time discussing how horrible conditions are in the freed countries, anarchy, starvation, looting, in France, Italy, Belgium, Rumania, and now in Bulgaria. I should think they would now lay off this line, for all their satellite states, Finland, Bulgaria, Italy, Rumania, Belgium (and Holland soon) are lost to them. They have only Hungary left as an ally; and Denmark and Norway still in their grasp. So they can hardly count on such stories being of value any longer in scaring satellite or occupied countries into staying by them. It may be such stories help to keep the still hypnotized Germans inline inside Germany, but why they should spread them in England I can’t see. Possibly it is to keep American fascists supplied with ammunition for their work.
I note with interest that in the U.S. Raymond Gram Swing and others gave some radio attention to the beach supply job that made our victory in the Battle of France possible. What was done on those beaches that way still has the Germans dazed.
I had a horrible dream last night – I dreamed that over night Brazil had suddenly reversed its position in the conflict and declared war on us! And I thought, good God! Between Brazil and Argentina they’ll turn all South America into an enemy country just when things are going so beautifully. I was glad to wake up and learn in the morning that the only overnight declaration of war seems to be Bulgaria’s against Germany. As a matter of fact, today the BBC ran a special radio broadcast celebrating Brazil’s Independence Day. It may have been their advance announcement last night of the program that got my subconscious mind beamed on Brazil, with queer results.
If I don’t comment on the clippings you send me, don’t think I don’t appreciate them. I do. But usually I don’t have the space for much comment. Paper is scarce.
I hope the clear weather you seem to have, keeps up.
I haven’t heard anything from Ned II since I saw him day before yesterday. That certainly means he hasn’t been able to get away from camp, and probably means he has moved to the far shore.
With love, Ned
Letter # 99
Sept. 8, 1944
Friday
Lucy darling:
Your #126 arrived today, a most remarkable delivery, for though it is dated Sept. 2, it was postmarked SWH Sept. 4, so it came through from there in 4 days.
It was pleasant to see the photograph of Mal and his son. I wish with you that the boy has better luck than his brother.
I received the tail end of the editorial on cotton, but as 125 hasn’t come yet, I haven’t the main part of it.
I quite agree with you that it will be as well if you and Mary leave SWH Sept. 16 to return to Westfield. Unless there is something in the letters I receive the next three days to indicate otherwise, I shall start addressing my letters (starting with that of Sept. 11) to Westfield. I do not believe any letter mailed here on or after Sept. 11 could possibly be delivered to SWH by Sept. 16 when you leave. However, you had better yourself write to the Postmaster, Westfield, telling him to hold there any mail which comes for you, say after Sept. 13 and not forward it, or you will find the letters are merely kiting back and forth to SWH for a week or so, with only more delay in delivery resulting.
I may add that when you get back to Westfield, if you need heat, do not hesitate to use the oil burner. There may be no present let up in the rationing, but there will be long before next spring, so there is no call to save fuel and court a cold or pneumonia if September is cold, to stretch out our oil allowance to cover next April or May. However, be sure there is about half a glass full of water in the furnace before you turn on the oil burner. (There probably will be).
You mention a comparison between SWH fogs and London pea-soups. I can’t make any, because there has not been anything you could really call a fog in London since I’ve been here. I doubt that London will have any more fogs till the war is over and the coal rationing is off. A main breeder of London fogs is undoubtedly the vast quantity of sooty smoke from the millions of London fireplace chimneys, and as the Londoners get next to no coal to burn in their fireplaces now, there is no smoke and no fog, and London is one of the cleanest places in the world to work. The return of the fogs will be one of the blessings peace will bring back to London.
It’s cooling off here and I wear a sweater every evening in my hotel room. I have a real fireplace in the room, but there is no coal supplied, and the manager would fall dead if I asked for any. He’d probably ask me if I knew there was a war on.
I saw Ned tonight. He telephoned in the late afternoon, and I took him out to dinner late. He had a brief pass and goes back to camp at noon. His movements are still uncertain. No assignment yet.
With love, Ned
Letter #100
Sept. 9, 1944
Saturday night
Lucy darling:
No mail today. Your last letter received was #126. #125 is the only one missing.
As I said yesterday, Ned, who got into London yesterday afternoon called me up from the house of some second cousin whom he had gone to see in Chelsea, and came over about 8:30 PM. Since it was still light, we walked over to see Buckingham Palace and then Whitehall. By then it was dark and it turned out that Ned hadn’t had any dinner, so we walked up to Piccadilly Circus and had dinner at the Regent Palace Hotel, which I blundered into in the blackout. For dinner, roast beef and roast potatoes, but not so hot, since as it was getting around toward 10 PM, London was locking up. (Most of the town is completely locked up and in bed by 9 PM, at which time all the theaters and cinemas (I’m getting quite English) close up. When we came out, the blackout was complete. The stars were lovely, but as the moon wasn’t out, it was very dark. With the help of a bobby, we got on the right street for Trafalgar Square where Ned was stopping overnight in the Queen Elizabeth, apparently an overnight club for Allied officers on leave. I left him there and went home. Since he had to leave about noon today, I thought it best to leave him free this morning to wander around London with two other officers who came up with him. So I didn’t see him again today. As I said yesterday, his assignment seems uncertain and when he’ll move along or where, he has no idea. It may not be so soon.
Tomorrow’s letter, which won’t go out till Monday the 11th, (this one probably won’t either) will be the last one addressed to Southwest Harbor, unless by a freak I get I get a letter when I go to the office tomorrow morning for a few minutes to mail this, which tells me you intend to stay longer than the 16th.
Things are dull here. It is nine days since the last few bombs came over, and about two weeks since we really had what you could call an attack. The German radio, having taken notice of the full report (which I sent you day before yesterday) of the whole history of the flying bomb attack, the numbers knocked down, and the damage and death caused, denounces the report as a gross perversion and suppression of the facts. It relies mainly for substantiation, on what it says are American reports of Americans returned to Washington, of the terrible destruction caused and the terrific effect of each explosion. Actually the British have truly reported what happened; all I can say from the point of view of one who was in London for the entire 80 days of the attack (except for 12 days when I was on the far shore during this period) that the effects have been grossly exaggerated in America, and I have an idea that those away from here who read the exact British account still get a distorted impression of what happened and the reaction on the Londoners. I was never once in an air raid shelter during the whole period, day or night. I never saw another person even start for an air raid shelter that whole time, whether in my hotel, in my office, on the street, or in a bus, when we could hear a bomb approaching and didn’t know where it would land. Actually, I have been at meals when we could hear one approaching and no one even bothered to get up to look out a window to see where it was headed; the waitresses serving wouldn’t interrupt their passing you the bread or whatever they were serving. The evacuation of which so much has been made, especially by Goebbels, was promoted by the government, in my opinion not because the population was in terror, but for an entirely different reason – for the soldiers on the fighting fronts in France, Italy, and in Burma, who would undoubtedly get the same impression that America got, of terrific danger to their wives and children in London, and it was to ease their minds that the government promoted the evacuation. But even though the government officially promoted the evacuation, there wouldn’t have been any on any scale at all, if it hadn’t seemed to those involved a grand chance to get a free vacation at government expense in the country or at the shore during what Londoners thought was summer heat. As it was, the government was much plagued by women and children by the thousands who wanted to (and did) return to London, bombs or no bombs, because they didn’t find their evacuee billets up (sic: to) their ideas of what constituted a comfortable vacation standard. And finally I’ll bet it can be proved that more people evacuated New York in a panic to escape the heat than left London this summer.
And with this, I think I’ll quit mentioning the flying bombs. As I mentioned a few days ago, the blackout is a worse menace than the flying bombs. I’ll be more grateful at its passing in another week than I was to hear the last of the flying bombs.
Germany’s position is getting what can honestly be stated to be utterly hopeless. No oil from Rumania, no iron ore from Sweden, no wheat from anywhere outside Germany itself; Bulgaria, Rumania, France, and Italy actually fighting it, and Finland no longer a source of dividing Russian attention; with three armies pressing it heavily from west, south and east, and with the rain of bombs from the skies radically increasing since Germany herself is the sole target; and with Belgium now and Holland soon getting into the fight – with all this, Hitler’s worst nightmares of “encirclement” never approached what he has brought upon himself and Germany and the end draws very close. I doubt that Germany will stand up very long after Montgomery in the north, Patton in the center, and Patch in the south, punch through the Siegfried Line into Germany itself. The Watch on the Rhine has practically run down – it is on it’s last few feeble ticks now.
I was listening to music on a German station, which was just interrupted by (all in German) “Achtung! Achtung! Bombers are over Hanover and Brandenburg! Achtung!” and then the music came on again. I trust those Forts and Liberators smack Hanover and Brandenburg a good one. (Or since it’s dark now, I suppose they are British Lancasters and Wellingtons).
It won’t be long now till I hear, “Achtung! Achtung! The Yanks are here! Achtung!” and the music won’t come on again.
With love, Ned
PS Washday this afternoon. I’ve got it all out on the line in my bathroom now. Looks like a good drying night.
Letter #101
Sept. 10, 1944
Lucy darling:
No mail from you, but being Sunday, I expected none.
This is the last letter which I am addressing to SWH unless letters received after your #126 show a decided change in your plans.
Today Sunday, was quite a pleasant day here, clear, sunny, and cool.
I enclose a brief clipping regarding Mr. Amery, Secretary of State for India, which of itself is of no particular significance except that on the German radio Saturday night I heard,
“You will now hear a statement from Mr. John Amery, son of the British Secretary of State for India. Mr. Amery speaks of his own accord and is himself only responsible for his statements.” Then followed young Mr. John Amery in as vicious and as vile a Nazi speech as I have heard, denouncing Britain, denouncing democracy, hailing dictators, with all the usual Nazi trimmings to the end, when once again we were told we had been listening to the “son of the British Secretary of State for India.” We had been too. My heart bled for his father.
The other clipping may interest Mary. It would appear that Ned had the honor to travel on the same ship that carried Mr. Churchill and his party.
I divided the day between basking in the sun in St. James’ Park and doing the ironing. Not very exciting.
I see the Germans now officially announce Model as C in C in the west. I wonder how long he’ll last.
With love, Ned
Letter #102
Sept. 11, 1944
Lucy darling:
No letters from you today. I did, however, receive a letter from Mary dated Sept. 4 and postmarked 8 AM Sept. 5. In this letter Mary confirmed your statement in your #126 that you were leaving Southwest Harbor Sept. 16. Inasmuch as this letter (mailed tomorrow morning, Sept. 12) could never possibly get to SWH for delivery on the morning of Sept. 16 (even if you waited that morning till the mail came in, which is dubious) it and all following go to Westfield. I hope you have told the Westfield postmaster not to forward, but as insurance, I’m so marking the envelope.
At the moment, your #126 is the last letter received. #125 is the only letter missing.
I see you intend to return in time for Barbara Pilling’s wedding. Give her my love, kiss her a good one for me, and tell Barbara I wish her all the happiness in the world. I always thought Barbara was (except Mary) just the sweetest girl I knew.
It doesn’t look as if I’m going to become as closely acquainted with Brittany as I was with Normandy. The war has shifted so far to the east that I’m afraid I’ll have to wait for the piping days of peace to make acquaintance with the quaintness of the Breton scene. When, if, and as I go to the far shore again, it’s more likely to be to the east, not to Brittany. I somehow regret this a bit, for I have expected to stand on Mont St. Michel and see the tide come racing across the sands so fast that a man on a racehorse could not outrun the incoming tide (maybe this is as much hooey as that other wonderful tide at Monckton) but anyway, I’m not going to find out – not till the sweet by-and-by.
So I’m waiting as patiently as may be, for something to turn up to the east. And that isn’t very patiently, for I’m hoping only for the day now when I can kiss both the near shore and the far shore goodbye together.
With love, Ned
Welcome home to Westfield. I hope you have no troubles getting your various gadgets going properly.
Letter #103
Sept. 12, 1944
Lucy darling:
Your letters, four of them, arrived today - #125, 127, 128, and 129. That brings everything up to date. And reaffirms that you are leaving SWH on Sept. 16.
You should get this in Westfield when your hegira southward is over. I trust nothing untoward happened on the trip. I presume you had sufficient gasoline, since your itinerary encompassed an extra 40 or 50 miles to go to Springfield, rather than to Willimantic direct.
I am very much disturbed to hear of your mother’s second accident to her hip – I suppose it is no use talking about making a habit of safety. Practically every industrial plant has learned that giving some thought to safety and safety practices is the only way to reduce accidents. When one is over 70, the carelessness that is of no great moment in a younger person, takes on an entirely different aspect. Perhaps you can persuade your mother that this is not a matter of luck but a matter of habit, and it is essential that she begin to cultivate the habit of safety. I enclose a clipping on the subject, showing that falls are far more hazardous than the battlefield.
Well, today Le Havre was captured. It will be of considerably more importance to us than the Breton ports, since it is far closer to the scene of action. Actually, except to wipe them out as U-boat nests, it is dubious that the Breton & Biscay ports have any meaning to us any more – the fighting has left them so far in the rear. If the Germans think they are hurting us any by hanging on in them till their men there are all killed (we’ll be glad to oblige) they are much mistaken. Patton got away from the west coast and even Paris, so fast, that he long ago made those ports about as valuable to our armies as Iceland today.
Thanks for sending me the financial sheets, and the various other clippings. So many came in the letters today, including the News of the Week, it will take a few days to go over them. I did however, read the editorial on Roosevelt’s unique value as President from the facts that Stalin & Churchill are personally indebted to him (together with their countries). In my view Roosevelt suffers from a unique disability shared with no other possible candidate, which ought to settle him with any voter who knows the slightest amount of the history of previous republics – that of being a candidate for perpetual tenure. For me, that quality is fatal, regardless of whether Dewey comes near being an ideal candidate or not.
Welcome home, and I hope it won’t be too long till I’m there too.
With love, Ned
Letter #104
Sept. 13, 1944
Wednesday
Lucy darling:
A somewhat warmer day today with clear weather for some days past, that should be a great help to the air boys.
I’m beginning to think that it might have been a good idea if I had put in some time in my youth in studying Flemish and Dutch instead of Latin and Spanish. Luckily I haven’t got a heavy investment in French – I could sell that language short and still apparently be on the safe side.
All your letters thru #129 have been received. Nothing today, however. Starting with 101 (Ed: 102), I have addressed my letters to Westfield and not to Southwest Harbor.
Times have changed around here, presumably for the better. A few weeks ago the blasted sirens used to wail out at odd hours in a most annoying way, but es macht zwei wöche jezt das nicht eine kommt aus der lüft; on the other hand, I can turn on a German radio station practically any hour now I choose to and the chances are I’ll hear, “Achtung! Achtung! Aircraft over – (fill in anywhere in Germany you wish; if that isn’t the spot now, it will be in a few hours).” Just at the moment, it seems that Schleswig Holstein and Mecklenburg are getting a little attention according to the Heine announcer; about fifteen minutes ago it was a couple of other places. To top off all, I can’t remember now that for over a week I have heard any of Goebbels’ boys telling us about what either V1, V2, or any other secret weapon was going to do to us – they seem to have dropped the subject with alacrity.
It will be very interesting to watch the German reaction over the next week or two when it’s German towns and German civilians (another Achtung! To add Brandenburg to the list of places receiving attention) who are being rolled over by our troops and whose towns are being shot to pieces to dislodge the Nazi defenders. It really hurt me to see what we had to do to towns like Isigny, Carenton, Mountebourg and Valognes; but when our gunners have German towns and not French ones as their targets, they can really put their hearts into it. However, I doubt that the German population will regard it quite so enthusiastically.
Goebbels’ real secret weapon – dissention among the Allies – doesn’t seem to have made any progress these last few days in spite of the Polish situation; the poor devil must be getting discouraged. His announcers don’t speak with as much conviction in their voices as they used to; his main program for the Yanks isn’t “Invasion Calling” anymore – it’s just “Germany calling” and the invasion songs have all been jettisoned, together with (I’m sorry) Lilli Marlene again.
Very dull over here. (Another Achtung! to add West Deutschland to areas being entertained).
With love, Ned
Letter #105
Sept. 14, 1944
Lucy darling:
That cable I sent you and which you mentioned receiving in your #131 was slightly abbreviated in transmission. As sent it read “Saw Ned yesterday.” That was passed by the cable censor at this end. As you say you received it, the last word was eliminated. Apparently the censor on your end decided that such information should not go through. Remember how they changed the time in the cable I sent you from Natal when I came home from Africa? Apparently time has to be very vague in cables.
Today I received your letters 130, 131, and 133.
I was very sorry to learn that it was a break, not a sprain, that your mother’s hip had suffered. However, I had not underrated the seriousness of the accident, even supposedly as a sprain, but a break does make the situation worse.
That the medical situation in Willimantic is distressing is just too bad. I suppose your mother has gone to the hospital in Hartford. I don’t know that there is anything I can do except to say that whatever money may be required for your mother’s hospital or medical expenses we shall, of course, be glad to give.
The x-ray matter you mention is no credit to the doctor involved. As you say, Dr. Salvati x-rayed your toe, and last May when I dropped down the hold of a Dutch salvage ship, our naval surgeon drove me 50 miles from Selsey Bill to Netley to have my heel x-rayed, and insisted on having it done even though a careful examination showed no sign of a break.
There is no question the flying bomb is cooked, but the Government here apparently believes we may yet get a few samples of V2. The Germans still have a clutch on the Dutch coast and a few spots on the Belgian and French coast, and the Government may think they may get off some rockets before they are finally chased far enough back to make firing unlikely. That at any rate, is what seems to lie behind the Govt. warning to evacuees not to return yet. But the evacuees, the summer vacation season being over, are coming back in hordes regardless of the warning, thus demonstrating that danger had little to do with their original departure.
I read with much interest the clipping on Bullitt. I have a very low opinion of the gentleman, but in the light of the Soviet denunciation of Bullitt as a liar his previous history is queer. Bullitt is, I think, the kind of man Pravda says; it ought to know. Bullitt’s political gyrations much resemble those of the unlamented Sir Oswald Mosley. Bullitt, a college mate at Harvard of John Reed, communist par excellence, married John Reed’s Russian widow after the untimely death of Reed in Moscow. Bullitt is credited with persuading Roosevelt to recognize the Soviets in 1933, and was our first ambassador to Soviet Russia in consequence. Why he ultimately fell out of favor there, I don’t know. Possibly his sympathies changed when he found he couldn’t run the show, just as Oswald Mosley quit the Socialist Labour Party in England when they wouldn’t let him run it. Bullitt then turned up as French ambassador, and since then has fallen pretty badly. Regardless of anything else involved, Bullitt’s article will be just what Goebbels wants (as a matter of fact, Goebbels referred briefly to it on the radio already). With the enemy yet unconquered, what sense is there starting dissention among those who jointly must do the conquering by spreading to the world Italian doubts as to Moscow’s intentions? To have such an article appear in an American journal is right now to encourage Goebbels’ chances of rousing such hard feeling between the Allies as to give him an opportunity of making a compromise peace on any terms at all with one group or the other and then fighting off the remaining opponents. I often think there should be blazoned all over the U.S. the query: “Who in hell are we fighting?” It might give some people pause before they turn their energies towards helping our enemies by fighting our allies. (By the way, at some stage in all the above, Bullitt’s Russian wife died or he got a divorce, I don’t remember which or when).
Where is Ted Parker? (Ed: Son of Mrs. Ellsberg’s cousin).
That editorial you sent me from the New York Times on Antwerp is exactly right. Antwerp is far superior to any French port. Everybody realizes that, and its capture puts a different complexion on the situation, just as the Times points out. That is as far as I can go in discussing this matter.
Don’t send me either of the books you mention.
I received a letter from Sophia (Ed: Ellsberg’s cousin, Sophia Milroy) in Denver today.
Nearly everybody around here has got a cold in the head from the beautifully cooled off offices and hotel rooms. So also have I. My nose is running beautifully and I’ve already used up about a dozen handkerchiefs today. Unfortunately I can’t fall back on my old standby, Scott’s; and the kind of paper they do have around here is about as useful for the purpose as a coarse rasp. Meanwhile I’m inhaling Benzedrine and taking pills religiously every four hours.
With love, Ned
PS Take warning from my plight. Don’t keep the house when you get back, a good imitation of a well chilled refrigerator.
Letter #106
Sept. 15, 1944
As I told you yesterday, I had a lovely cold in the head (quite common around here now). Today, as my nose was running even more freely, which I think is usual on the second day, after another visit to the doctor, I went back to my hotel and stayed in bed. This evening, there appears to be considerable improvement. I guess I’ll go back to the office tomorrow.
As a result I spent the whole afternoon listening to what was practically a solid afternoon of BBC performance. A good part of it was music, mostly records, but they had some transcribed American programs, including Raymond Gram Swing’s American commentary (on the election situation, elucidating it for British listeners).
I see Maine is Republican by more than usual. I trust that means something.
Out here our troops have started to chew up the Siegfried Line. It won’t take them long. And I look for increasing movement on both the Italian and the Russian-Polish fronts very quickly. Meanwhile our bombers gave several German cities an awful pasting both with bombs and incendiaries these last few days, which must have caused serious thought inside Germany. I notice in the Pacific that both MacArthur and Nimitz have stepped closer to the Philippines and I should think Japan has plenty of reason to be concerned also. My impression is that when Germany is cleaned up, Russian neutrality with regard to Japan will follow the identical path that Russian neutrality with regard to Bulgaria did.
On your finally revised schedule, this is the day you left SWH and started for home. I hope again that you had a trouble-free trip.
I don’t know whether to deduce from your letters that your mother has already gone to the Hartford hospital or not. At any rate, you will have seen her before you get this. When next you write give her my best wishes.
With love, Ned
Letter #107
Sept. 16, 1944
Lucy darling:
No letters today. The mail seems to run in bunches with intervals.
In the last letter I had, #133, you said you and Mary were going to leave Sept. 15. Presumably you did. Now I see from the reports here that a first class hurricane passed that way that day, and while I judge it eased down before it hit Maine, still it must have left the roads in bad shape with fallen trees, so that as you went south there must have been plenty of road blocks even if the storm had passed. How did you make out?
The cold I mentioned was very much improved by my staying in bed yesterday, so this morning I went to the office. While there I had a telephone call from an officer apparently in the city on a brief leave who had been with Ned, and who was relaying a message. Ned has gone to the far shore, apparently in the last day or two, with a specialist group of both officers and men. Whether that was his final assignment or whether he gets reassigned on the other side, this chap didn’t know, nor did he have any information as to unit or APO number. He said Ned would write me that when he could (or when he knew) and of course he’ll send Mary the same information direct. I haven’t seen Ned again or heard from him, other than the above, since I last took him out to dinner here, of which I wrote you.
This afternoon I went to a matinee, being the first theater performance I’ve been to. I was intrigued by the comments on the new Old Vic Repertory Theater being put on at the New Theater (the Old Vic itself was blitzed) by a group of which Laurence Olivier seems to be the leading light. So I went to see “Richard the Third” which was new to me.
I enclose a review clipping of the play. It’s really odd, but this play seemed absolutely contemporary. I didn’t feel as if the actors were talking Shakespeare – they were merely talking English and even the fifteenth century costumes didn’t seem to date the piece. Laurence Olivier did a beautiful job as Richard, who was a complete villain all right, but the way he twisted the Lady Anne round his finger reminded me very much (so did all his acting) of John Barrymore in “The Jest.” One thing, I suppose, that makes the play seem contemporary, rather than what as a boy I regarded as a Shakespearean classic, is that while once I thought that murdering one or a dozen persons to seize power had passed with the Middle Ages, now I (and plenty of others) know that (as you used to say till I cured you of it) it’s quite “comme il faut.” So I could look with as much keen absorption on Richard III singing out “Off with his head!” as if it were Hitler having another dozen assorted field marshals and generals purged; and when Richard finally gets bumped off one understands that is quite the twentieth century finale for a defeated tyrant. So the whole thing seemed just as fresh as the very last batch baked by Moss Hart on the American political scene. I enclose the program.
From the news reports, it appears that our troops ran across the Siegfried Line in the general environs of Aachen. As I had anticipated, they found it not worth bothering with, so they went on about another dozen miles without stopping, to where presumably the drying conditions were better for the washing than on the Siegfried Line. It will be interesting shortly to listen to the Nazi explanations on why the Siegfried Line turned out to be just about as effective as soft butter when we hit it; they are good at that thing – I recollect how impregnable they claimed the Atlantic Wall was till we pushed it over on D-Day, after which it appeared from the German explanations that it really was only intended as a sort of “No Trespassing” sign.
The papers report a few more flying bombs. There was an alert this morning – the first in over two weeks. Later in the morning I heard three explosions a few hours apart. So far as I’m concerned, as a connoisseur on bomb explosions, I thought I noted a somewhat distinctive flavor to these explosions I had not before observed. Maybe these plane-launched flying bombs are somewhat different – maybe so.
Still in hopes that the storm didn’t cause you any trouble on your journey (nor did your tires).
With love, Ned
PS A little cartoon showing how the old theme of the country maiden going wrong on Broadway has gone into reverse; and another on fraternizing with the enemy, are tossed in for good measure.
Letter #108
Sept. 17, 1944
Sunday
Lucy darling:
No mail today. At the post office, they told me they had received none at all for several days, so, as I suspected, the intermissions are due to the transatlantic service. I trust the service going west is more regular.
On the radio this afternoon, there was a special announcement of an airborne landing in Holland, with instructions for the Dutch population south of the Rhine area. It will be interesting to see the effect of the first real airborne army tactics. The Nazis have gathered quite a large army to oppose Montgomery with the Dutch canals as their defensive barriers. This move should sandwich the enemy between two fires in that area and immobilize his right flank while Hodges’ group works inland to Cologne.
We have had a few more explosions around here, reported as being from air-launched flying bombs. I’ve heard the explosions, but I note that I have not heard the roar of any flying bomb engines. Of course, this may be because the engines have been set to cut out and let the bombs glide in the last few miles in a flat glide with silenced engine. This may be so, for during the main blitz, a few were set that way. There have been very few of the explosions, and I note that practically all have come just about dawn. One such woke me up at six this morning.
I am sending you a number of clippings on various subjects. There is an interesting criticism of Laurence Olivier’s Richard III, which I wrote you I saw yesterday. I wonder if John Barrymore ever did this part. He and Olivier would have given very similar performances, I should think. This critic, Mr. James Agate, feels that Shakespeare visualized Richard physically as a “boar.” Of course, Olivier could not give such an interpretation, and made no attempt to. I’ll bet there has not been a more realistic characterization however by any other actor. If you have ever seen this play, who did it? Maurice Evans? And how?
Speaking of “boars,” I enclose another clipping which will express all Londoners’ yearnings about boredom.
Tonight the blackout is off. The London streets won’t be lighted (they say) because of technical difficulties in control, but the window blackout (always a damned nuisance) is out. In honor of the occasion, I am enclosing the criminal notice filched from my hotel room. I imagine it won’t be needed to intimidate future guests.
Another clipping relates to the British reaction to certain of our best known collaborationists to stir up trouble between ourselves and Britain. I need hardly comment on the Daily News, the Mirror, or Drew Pearson. These gutter-wallowers are too well known. This Quincy Howe, however, is an interesting case of Anglophobia, who in the years leading up to Pearl Harbor, served both Hitler and the isolationists well by inculcating a venomous hatred of Britain so far as he could. Interestingly enough, he is wound up with the firm of Simon & Schuster in some sort of editorial or executive capacity. Those two gentlemen show about as much insight into what’s dangerous as did Mr. Moss M. Myers over here when he bragged his banking firm was helping to finance Nazi rearmament. Simon & Schuster helped it thru Quincy Howe in a literary way. (Mr. Myers, who died, was the smaller of the two partners you met. I don’t remember the other chap’s name).
Whether Lord Louis Mountbatten is the best C in C for Southeast Asia, I wouldn’t attempt to comment on. Those who know all the factors, like the Joint Chiefs of Staff, are best able to judge and I have no doubt their judgment will be followed. But I know of no one less qualified to pass on the problem than those two gutter-snipes, Drew Pearson and Quincy Howe.
Another interesting clipping is by JDS Alan, another newspaper expert, who like most of them, used to think that Hitler made a mistake in not invading England back in 1940. Like a lot of other damned fools who didn’t know anything about what they were talking, he helped to spread the idea that it was only Hitler’s poor judgment which saved England. He has at last learned what was evident to Churchill and Britain’s navy then, that if only England stood and fought, Hitler couldn’t. This chap finally timidly suggests that maybe he was wrong. That’s going a long way for a newspaper expert. The danger, of course, to us all, is that this same set of obstreperous idiots are still blatantly experting on things they know no more about than on those they were so expertly wrong about four years ago.
I enclose also an insignificant little clipping “It rose high in the sky.” I suggest you keep this for further reference. I consider it the most significant item published in any of the Sunday papers here, and well worth plenty of speculation. On this item may well hinge the whole course of Germany’s further conduct in this war.
Another interesting item is that von Rundstedt is reported recalled as German C in C. Most interesting case. Von Rundstedt fell out of favor because he wanted to pull the army out of Normandy back to the Siegfried Line while still he had an army. Now he’s back on what’s left of the Western Front, but both his army and the Siegfried Line aren’t there any more. He can save himself a lot of worry by shooting himself right now, before the Gestapo does it for him. It might seem a little queer that von Rundstedt, who is one of the few real General Staff strategists left, would take the command again under what he knows perfectly well are totally hopeless conditions. May I suggest that von Rundstedt does it only to get back into a position of field authority where with something like an army at his back he may be in a position to treat with the enemy for peace, and also perhaps to upset Hitler’s regime while he’s doing it?
It is a remarkable commentary on the desperate straits to which Hitler is reduced, that he should even dream of recalling von Rundstedt to command, for with good reason, von Rundstedt was suspected of being at least sympathetic to the generals who tried to assassinate Hitler. Hitler’s losses in generals seems to have been so terrific these last three months that in spite of the danger, he had to recall von Rundstedt. My belief is that within three weeks, von Rundstedt will either have surrendered or be dead, unless Hitler yanks him out in less time than that.
I suppose when you get this, you will be almost settled down again at home. Don’t forget to keep yourself warm, and don’t rely just on the fireplace for it either. Next after that, how will you be fixed on gasoline enough to get around on?
By the way, for various good reasons which I won’t go into here, I think it would be a good idea if you don’t imperatively need the money, for you to call Howard Lewis on the telephone and tell him that I prefer that the checks which would ordinarily be sent on Oct. 1 be not sent then, but be held up till I come home, when I’ll ask him for them. You don’t have to enter into any discussion of reasons – just tell him that’s what we want. But if you agree with this, don’t delay in calling Howard Lewis on this, as after the checks are sent out, it will be too late. They can’t be sent back. If the checks have already been mailed when you get this, don’t try to send them back – just let the matter drop.
I am looking forward with much interest to hearing of how your ride home through the hurricane area (and maybe the hurricane) went.
With love, Ned
Letter #109
Sept. 18, 1944
Monday night
Lucy darling:
No mail today. However, it struck me today what the probable reason is. That hurricane, which swept through New England on Sept. 15 was probably apparent enough so there were no flights on possibly even Sept. 13 and 14. And evidently there have been none since, including today. Since this was a bad weather condition, doubtless it stopped all westbound flights also. Of course you may not have been effected by this since you left SWH Sept. 15 (maybe) and weren’t due in Westfield till Sept. 19, so you wouldn’t have received any letters then anyway.
It must have been a real hurricane, since the papers here report that the destroyer Warrington foundered in the storm with most of her crew – that doesn’t happen in an ordinary storm.
I had a letter this morning from Ned Benson, written Sept. 14, which must have been a day or so before he moved across. I enclose it for your information. I have no doubt the mail deliveries to the address he gives will be none too prompt – how good they’ll be in the opposite direction is also dubious.
It took three days for this letter to be delivered about 70 miles here.
Last night was the official end of the blackout. But looking out my window last night, you wouldn’t have known it. London was as thoroughly blacked out as I’ve ever seen it. The street lamps were not lighted, and nobody in my area took advantage of the change in window lighting. Then to make it good, about half an hour after it got really dark we had an alert with searchlights and all. One flying bomb passed about a mile away and exploded about 1 1/2 miles away. Almost immediately after the explosion the All Clear sounded, making this about the shortest alert we’ve had – not over 3 or 4 minutes. In the case of this bomb, I heard the engine and also heard it cut out about fifteen seconds before the explosion.
There have been a few explosions lately which do not conform to the usual pattern of V1. As the newspaper clipping I sent you lately, stated, these have been causing “much speculation.” My impression is that while the enemy still has a few square miles left in his possession – around the Pas de Calais, one of the successors to V1 has been getting a ride. Except very indirectly, no mention of this has been made in the press or otherwise, nor has the enemy made any claims of such use. What’s going on here (if anything is) is a very deep official secret.
I listened on the radio yesterday to Montgomery’s address to his men, the text of which I enclose.
I hope tomorrow when I get to the office I find the mail has finally come through.
With love, Ned
Letter #110
Sept. 19, 1944
Lucy darling:
No letter today either. The last received was #133 (#132 missing) which came on Sept. 14. The Fleet Post Office told me today the hurricane was the reason. Some mail finally came through this afternoon but was not yet sorted. It will probably be distributed tomorrow. I imagine with nearly a week’s mail stacked up in New York (and perhaps the same here going westward) the mail deliveries for the coming week or so will be highly irregular.
My cold is much better, though there is still some sniffle left. The weather the last few days has been a little warmer and dryer, which has been a help.
I mentioned that Ned had gone to the far shore about last Friday. I don’t know his assignment. I sent you yesterday a letter from him giving his address (apparently not yet a final one) which I repeat here
508 Replacement Co.
APO 551, % P.M., NY
I doubt that he will get very rapid delivery on such an address, which will probably include reforwarding in this country, plus all reforwarding troubles on the other side, which will be plenty.
I may say here that I have never heard anything further of my laundry forwarded to Normandy, though I have had special emphasis put on tracing it in every port it may have gone through. I guess I can consider it a total loss. Such is life in the reforwarding area.
The assault seems to be going well across the water. That airborne attack on Holland ought to rattle Hitler’s back teeth, not only in its present effect in crumpling up his right flank and tearing his defenses loose from its seacoast anchor, but in what it portends if by any chance he should make a strong stand on the Rhine. It was when the Nazis left flank was crushed and torn away from the sea at Avranches in Normandy that we started to run wild through France behind his army; the same thing can very likely happen on his right flank torn loose from the sea in Holland and with our army across the Rhine there with a flat country before them into Germany.
I enclose a few clippings on the Siegfried Line theme as interpreted by (1) an Englishman, and (2) an American.
With hopes that we finally get some mail tomorrow
and
with love
Ned
PS If the Bensons are back, please pass Ned’s address along to them.
Letter #111
Sept. 20, 1944
Lucy darling:
The mail did finally arrive today after a fashion. I received your letters #134, 135, 138, 139 and one from Mary of Sept. 10. That leaves your #132, 136 & 137 missing.
Sort of starting at the end of your letters, #139 of Sept. 14, presumably your last letter from SWH, stated you were starting that afternoon because a hurricane was announced coming up the coast and “the radio said the storm was increasing in speed & intensity & expected to reach the New England coast tonight.” So for that reason you shoved off to get out in the middle of it, after being warned it was a real hurricane.
It’s too late for me to offer any advice or make any suggestions except with an eye to the future. I only hope you and Mary got through all right, but your course was one that certainly was begging for trouble. Haven’t you seen enough of hurricanes yet to know that the worst place you can be in one is out on the road in an automobile with a swell chance that the falling trees will fall on you? Or if by chance they miss you, your chances of being trapped miles from nowhere in a storm or tree blocked road, are excellent? All I can say is, my God! and pray that He looked out for you. You might not have thought our cottage a good place to be in a hurricane, but I can tell you it’s a damned sight better place to be than out on the road.
Passing on from this, and hoping for the best (which is all I can now do) I note you say in 138 that you sent a check for $50 toward your mother’s hospital expenses. That is quite all right, but I wrote you some days ago that I expected we’d pay them all. If we don’t, who will?
With regard to your mother’s feeling a burden, I am of course sure that neither you nor I will say or do anything to make her feel that way. We’ll do what we can to help, and feel glad that we are able to. However, if it is at all possible to convey the idea to your mother (without making her think that financial reasons cause the suggestion) I should like to have it impressed on her that exercising a little ordinary prudence, care, and thought about safety is not discreditable to anyone, and particularly not a disgrace to an elderly person. I am sorry to say that from my own observations, your mother does not take care of herself, won’t let others take care of her, and seems to feel as if being careful is a reflection on her which indicates possibly that she isn’t young any more. I think you’ll find to a high degree her carelessness hinges around that state of mind, but whatever it hinges around, unless a decent habit of safety is somehow beaten into her consciousness, she is in for a long string of serious layups, for the bones don’t seem to stand for much when you’re seventy-five or over. Unfortunately the worst sufferer from all of that is going to be Betty (Ed: Elizabeth Buck, Lucy’s sister), so if your mother doesn’t want to break Betty all to pieces, she had better start to become safety-minded.
A propos your comment that there is talk of the value of gas coupons being cut October 1, the enclosed clipping on what the British expect should interest you, inasmuch as it is probable that all gasoline in the U.K. comes from the U.S. and certainly it all comes by ship. There is no longer a real submarine menace on our coasts to interfere with tanker movements. I just can’t believe there’s anything in the rumor you mention – any change should be in the opposite direction.
Brest is reported to have been captured today, probably a complete wreck. It is of nothing but academic interest to me or to our army; the only reason for wasting a siege on it was to wipe it out as a U-boat base. We moved away from that area so fast that as a supply base, damaged or undamaged, it long ago lost all value. The other ports along that coast are all in the same category. However, from the point of view of the French the case is different and they can hardly look on the wrecking of their ports by the Germans except with shrieks of anguish. If I were a Frenchman, I should want to put to death with the most excruciating tortures possible every one of the Nazis now engaged in wrecking the ports that the French need for the resumption of their everyday life. And when it comes to reparations, I should be absolutely merciless, even if not a solitary German got a square meal for the next hundred years as a result.
Well, it’s rather late now, so I’ll stop, awaiting eagerly the letters which I trust will tell me you got safely through. Though God alone is responsible if you did, in a hurricane that sank a fine destroyer, tied up the Unrra train to Canada for over 15 hours, and stopped all transatlantic air traffic for five days.
With love, Ned
Letter #112
Sept. 21, 1944
Lucy darling:
No mail today. The letters missing are 132, 136 and 137. The latest letter received is #139 of Sept. 14, which was the day you said you were leaving SWH.
This is a quiet area except that the flying bomb attack has been resumed on a minor scale – we’ve had one or two over each night now for four nights running. All these must be launched pick-a-back from bombers somewhere over the North Sea, as the direction of attack has radically changed. They used to come generally from the east-southeast to southeast, but since that coast is all lost now, they have been coming in from somewhere around northeast, which means they must be launched over the North Sea, but possibly from bombers from Nazi airfields still in their possession in Holland. This nuisance will probably not be abated till all Holland is captured.
Last night I got my closest view of a bomb in flight, going by me on the new course almost abeam. This was a little after 9 PM (completely dark) when there was an alert. I looked out my window and soon spotted the bomb by its ball of fire, on my left, several miles off, flying very low, and headed to pass quite close, and a little to the southeast of me. It was coming from the northeast. While still about a mile away, it seemed to veer a bit more in my direction as if it might be coming straight my way and I considered leaving, but a closer sight convinced me it would still pass clear so I stayed to watch. It went by not over 300 feet away and no higher than that off the ground; seen broadside as it went by, the exhaust flame looked about 10 feet long and the plane was wholly illuminated by the light of its own exhaust. It appeared to me that the engine must have been improved, for the engine exhaust throb was both more regular and not so loud as they used to be. I never heard any explosion from this bomb – whether it proved a dud or whether it went so far by the explosion was inaudible, I don’t know. London, by the way, continues just as thoroughly blacked out as ever, in spite of permitted relaxation.
I had an ultra-violet and infra-red light treatment for my cold this morning, and it seemed to have some effect in clearing up my nasal passages. I’ll have another treatment tomorrow. This cold in the head business is quite common here right now.
About voting, I requested an absentee ballot from N.J. about a month or a month and a half ago from the Adj. General’s office in Trenton. I’ve heard nothing of the matter since. Two years ago, N.J. managed to deliver its ballots about two months after the election was over. Maybe they’ll do better this time. At any rate, if I don’t get one by Oct. 1, I can use a Federal ballot which I can get here.
With love, Ned
Letter #113
September 22, 1944
Lucy darling:
Today your 132, 136, 137, 140 and 141 arrived, clearing up all the gaps. (Also a letter from Mary of 9/15/44).
I was very much relieved to get your 140 from Waldoboro (Ed: ME) and your 141 from Portland. I am relieved to learn that the hurricane blew over you while you were in Waldoboro and not on the road. And since you were able to get to Portland (the) next afternoon, I have no doubt that the roads from there on were cleared of fallen trees and broken electric wires before you proceeded on the 16th.
In several letters you and Mary have asked about sending Christmas packages over here. Don’t bother. I have no expectation of being here next Christmas, and if sent, the packages would probably duplicate the history of at least one for Christmas, 1942, which managed to arrive just too late for Christmas, 1943.
Of course by now you have seen your mother as well as the rest of your family. In the next few days I should receive first hand news of how things looked to you. I am really most concerned about the effect of all this on Betty, whose difficulties I am afraid, are not too well appreciated either by your mother or your father who take her too much as a matter of course. How is she standing up under all her new troubles?
It has been a long time since I’ve heard anything specific about your father. I hope this difficulty has not caused him any greater mental strain; he might as well be philosophical about it since no other attitude will do himself or anybody else any good.
Six or eight weeks in bed will probably do your mother some good, so for her this isn’t altogether a loss – she may as well keep her mind on the bright side of it.
It is a little too bad for you that your round of visits in Springfield and Connecticut should practically all be “speaking of operations.”
It should be a comfort any way to get back to the conveniences of your own home. I trust you found no storm damage, as we once found in my study from water on our return from a summer’s absence. It will pay to examine the attic rooms to see how the windows there fared.
With love, Ned
Letter #114
September 24, 1944
Sunday
Lucy darling:
Don’t
look
now,
but
I think
I’m coming home. My orders detaching me here should be made out by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll then catch the first suitable ship or plane home. If I can get a fast ship going right out I’ll take that so at least I can get my baggage home with me. But if there seems to be any delay about ships, I’ll take a plane and let most of my baggage follow when if and as.
But I’m coming home, and I may be there before you get this. If not, it won’t be long after. I’ll cable which way I’m coming when I know, and you may be sure I’ll be sailing at least within a day of that cable and should be along not more than seven days afterwards.
With much love, Ned
Letter #115 (last)
Sept. 24, 1944
Sunday afternoon
Lucy darling:
This morning at the office (which I am now cleaning out) I received a couple of letters from you (unusual for Sunday), one from Springfield and one from Willimantic. I am glad to note you got down from Portland with(out) any difficulty on the road except signs of wreckage all around.
Speaking of difficulties and wreckage reminds me of the wreckage of the main engines of a ship I went out on for her trial trip when I was chief engineer for Tide Water some years ago, and when against my advice they refused to use the oil properly and melted out all their engine bearings so that the trials were called off and she limped back to port, causing both me and Tide Water a terrific headache before I got the situation straightened out. I’ve always since had an interest in that ship (whose name has since been changed) and you might be just as interested. You might ask John Hale about its present name and whereabouts. I’d be interested to discuss her with you.
I sent you a cable today, of five words, exclusive of address or signature. I’ll also be interested to learn when I see you whether you received it as sent or whether it was bobtailed in transmission.
With much love, which I hope soon to convey otherwise than by ink.
Ned
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