Wendover Field

Dearest Donna:

Need I say that I am happy. I can say one thing though, that is that I don’t know what to say. I have always thought that when this time did come in my life that I would be able to talk my head off, but now for some reason I’m really speechless. There just aren’t words made to tell what I want to say. I’m so darn shaky that I can hardly write. So please forgive me if I make too many mistakes. No this isn’t what I expected love to be like. I realize under the present conditions that it would be hard for it to be any other way. War is bound to change everything. It has increased marriages throughout the nation. Maybe it has also had some affect on ours also. That we can’t know. At least I have one consolation that a lot of people haven’t got. We won’t be getting married so that I could evade the draft.

I hope Donna, that we haven’t made a mistake. I don’t believe we have. I hope to God that we haven’t.

I almost know that you would want to get married in the temple. I would rather wait and do that later if you don’t mind. I know this may be something that you have always wanted, but I feel that I should be a little more worthy of my religion before I went through there. I know that I haven’t been as good with my religion as I should be, and I feel that in all fairness to you, that we should wait until I am capable of keeping up with those vows. I quit going to church regular when I was a Deacon. The reason was that the Bishop we had left me as a Deacon for over three years, and I didn’t like it. He told me after that if I would return that he would promote me to a Teacher, but, as I told you before, I am very stubborn about some things and therefore I didn’t go back. Since then I have attended church occasionally, but not the way I should. So in all fairness to you, and to the church, I think that we should wait. I’m not trying in any way to get out of getting married in the Temple, but I think you understand what I am trying to say.

As for conditions in Pueblo, I know nothing at all about them, and won’t know until we get there and I can look around. If they are like they are at some camps we may find it necessary to live in some sort of a duplex place or something. An apartment would be the best, because we couldn’t very well have furniture of our own. After September 1^st, the gov’t will only move dependants once. That includes furniture. I would rather save that move to the last, in case we ever get shipped over, you and everything we owned would be shipped home.

Why do you ask me if I would want you to come to Salt Lake with the folks. Of course I don, you know I do.

No, I haven’t asked you Donna, if you could cook, sew, or liked children. But I’ll bet the answer to all three is a very emphatic yes. I’ll take the chances on your cooking. If you don’t know how to sew, we’ll send it out, and the latter we will discuss at a later time.

You’re next paragraph makes me feel quite self conscious in regards to smoking. I’m afraid that it has more of a hold on me than I really am aware of. It is pretty hard to break a habit that is over eight years old. As for the drinking, I can assure you that you will never have to worry very much about that. What little I do drink will never hurt me. It really isn’t enough to worry about. I very likely will go on a party tomorrow night with Dad to celebrate my or rather our engagement. I am going to try to take him into driving into Salt Lake for Labor Day also if I can. His wife can go to San Jose if she wants, but I think he should go into S.L. with me and meet you.

Lord knows how long we will be here in Wendover. No longer that the end of September I hope. Even that is too long. Someday we will be someplace permanent, and someday the war will be over and we can all live like human beings once again. But for me life is going to change, and for the better.

Am enclosing the pictures I got of you. There is only one that I got. That is all that came out of mine. There were only three that I took. You in the car. You by the car, and one you took of me on the steps. That one I tore up. Yours wasn’t bad but having you look up spoiled it. The rest of them are some scenes I took from the train enroute up to here. I still have one roll of them to have or rather get developed.

I was going along good, but now I can’t think of anything to say. If this were a military letter, “Receipt acknowledged” would let you know that I received your letter. But I have received so much this time that it would be impossible to say anything like that. I know one think is going to happen tomorrow. I’m not going to be any too good at war. I’ll be day dreaming too much.

Darling, it is 2115 now and I am about ready for bed, and sweet dreams of you and the future of ours. I pray that it don’t turn out to be nothing but a day dream that we are having. We won’t let it. We can’t.

So my dear, until tomorrow night, or rather night after I will say good night and the sweetest of sweet dreams.

Always Yours with Love,

Wayne

 P.S. I am going to have to wait a couple of days before I write the letter to your Father & Mother. Maybe I should wait until after we see each other next Monday on Labor Day. I think that would be better.

Lots a Love

Wayne