Saturday, June 2, 2012

Attu, 4 March 1945 -- "the privilege of the salute"



my weary wapiti... 

"Negro USO" East Madison YMCA, Seattle, 1944. Rosa Morgan photo

...great is my delight in the pictures in the Y brochure. already three fellows have asked me to ask you to get the name and phone number of the little lass perched on the edge of the swimming pool. My favorite, like yours, is the shot of the east madison christmas party. there is a wonderful collection of faces in it; the girl to the right of the pianist looks like margo carlin, the one to the left belongs with hilda simms and lena horne, but the boy at the extreme right looks like an illustration for native son. 


I rather look forward to meeting pearly and lem, sometime around second week of our furlough. but would you start spreading the word that the morgans will not be "at home" during the early days of may. eight weeks from tomorrow and the ordeal is over ...

... Little lover, since writing yesterday I haven’t done a thing but sleep. I went down to the hut and decided to take a nap before supper and woke up, late to work this morning. And so there just isn't a thing to tell you about life in the Aleutians that I haven't told you so often before.

Oh, there was one thing. I told you that we were due to get classes in military courtesy because a couple of our boys have forgotten to salute the commanding [censored] Vern H, when a jeep breezed by without stopping, thumbed his nose at it in the mistaken impression it was the ACS mailman; it was an officer. So, yesterday, the first class in courtesy. I attended reluctantly but under compulsion. It was worth the time. Dave M, whose irony can be delicate, read from the field manual on the privilege of the salute, a privilege denied to civilians but done snappily by soldiers because of their pride in their profession. 

La, little lover. Only 56 days, 12 hours and 54 minutes.

You are adored,
M

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