1944 September 3 “I’d like to castrate the guy who picked out this camp site”

9/3/44   Corsica

Hold your shirt:

What a wind!  I’d like to castrate the guy who picked out this camp site.  It is situated on a hump in the mountains which intercepts all of the air that moves in the northern Mediterranean.  The result is a funneling effect which is a doozy.  It is 30 mph steady with gusts to 60.  Naturally, all canvas is down.  We’ve bitched for 2 months for the 16 pegs per tent we should have and never gotten but 6.  This fucked up hq has no more idea of how to live outdoors than the Oak Park women’s club has.  I was on a flat plain with winds like this last year and never lost a single tent.

P.S.  All the secret files are blowing around hill.

I sent $500 to the bank today.  That should leave $250 for furniture, as I presume we have at least the 1000-1000-500 bank balance I stipulated.  How about sending me a rough monthly statement of how much is in the checking account at end of month (with all bills paid and the following month’s allotment not yet added?)  It will help me plan a bit.

Doc Aiken wants me to go to Harvard or M.I.T.  I think Harvard is the best deal.  I can’t get interested in going back to smudgy old Lafayette.  That would probably be a bit less expensive, but I think the theoretical reputation at H plus the boilermaker brawn from P.U. should have good sale value.

I took a knife and scraped the corrosion off of my old leaf today.  There are a few advantages to being a high ranking major over a very young Lt. Col.  At least there are no snipers behind my back.

Well, Honey, the wind is more than I can combat.

All my love, Kitten.  Cy

Tell mother I’ll write when I’ve got a little more zip.

1944 September 3 From John Shaw–A lazy Sunday

9/3/44 From John Shaw to Nena Shaw

Hi Honey:

And a good morning to you.  I hope you are up by now as it should be about 9 AM there.  I have had a very lazy Sunday so far.  Did nothing but exercise this AM and this afternoon have had a bath, hair cut and done my washing, so I feel very much better.  By the way you would like our bath room.  It is very large with a nice green carpet, the ceiling is sky blue with a few clouds and the walls are, on the west a barb wire fence, and the others are very much open except for a few apple trees, jeeps and pup tents.  It is very well ventilated, in fact a bit cool at times when the sun is not out.

I received your letter of the 22nd today, also the 9th, 19th & 21st yesterday.  They are the first for the last couple of weeks and no package so far but guess things are moving too fast now for it to catch up but should get them later–maybe after this is over, which can’t be too long according to the news reports on the radio.

I hope you have noticed the big moon.  I couldn’t help thinking of you when I saw it this morning for it was about the time you would be getting home if you were out.

I have at least done one of the things I most wanted to do over here that was see Paris.  From what I saw it sure must be some town in normal times.  Even now there is plenty of life there, but it was too soon to buy much except some drinks the Jerries didn’t take.  Beer, wine, but no whiskey.  Will tell you more when I see you.

It is about chow time so will quite for now.  Oh yes, keep on getting fat, you know that is the way I like you—fat and healthy & happy.

So long for now.  I do love you a hell of a lot.

Yours John

France 1944–Photo by John Shaw