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Before I Go Berserk, Hon: Tumultuous Love Letters, Comfort Women with VD, and 4 Ton Wreckers


Kathy and Christine started a 12-part series of some of their favorite Jack Cavazzi love letters.

Each week they will post a letter for their readers and fans.

This is the fifth letter of Christine's six. Then Kathy will post hers.

Christine will tell you, “Jack’s letters are not your typical sweet sheets. What newlywed tells his young wife about the prostitutes across the road? The rampant venereal disease among the soldiers? Can be hot and bothered by Anne’s love in one paragraph, and in the next lace into her like a jealous,

frustrated lover? Jack Cavazzi! And, boy, does he have a way with words. This is love letter history – and an emotional romance story – that hooked me from the get-go.”

We hope you enjoy Jack’s letters and look forward to your feedback and comments.



Letter 5 in a series of 12.


Jack writes two letters to Anne dated June 1, 1953.

June 1, 1953

Songwhan, Korea


My Dearest Anne,


Hello Darling. How are you today? I’m lonely. It’s still raining so I am off again today. I have been looking at the pictures of you and Richie all morning. I miss you so much Darling. I just have no feeling or cares without you. If I wasn’t so far away or if there was a possibility that I might be able to see you, maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad. Knowing that it will be another year makes it very hard. Is it so awful to want to be with your wife and son? Why can’t these people stop fighting and live in peace? Why don’t they stop fooling around and either fight it out or stop completely? Honey if I could only talk to you by phone… Anything. I can’t stand this being away from you all the time. I argue with everyone. I just can’t be happy without you. I never realized how much I needed you before this. It’s like being in jail knowing you can’t go home. I am all alone in the tent and I am starting to cry. Anne I miss you so much. What am I going to do?


I’m sorry hon. I let myself get away for a while. I had to stop writing. When I start getting like that I only make it worse.


How is our son doing? Is he getting any bigger? Are you glad we have a baby Darling? I know you must have a hard time taking care of him. I’ll bet he is a devil. Send all the pictures of him you can. I also want a few hundred of you. The boys tell me you look like Doris Day. I got mad and told them she couldn’t hold a candle to you. And she can’t.


I wrote a lot of letters today. I wrote to Peg and Mom and Marie and a buddy of mine. Marie wrote me a little note so I had to answer. She tried to cover up her feelings about her and Bob but I know she is hurt. I tried to cheer her up but what can you say? Usually a person doesn’t want to talk about it. How is Bob doing with frenchy? Tell him to watch out. Those French are plenty fast. Ha Ha. I guess he can hold his own.


My hair is getting long again. I got a crew cut when I came to Korea. They said its best to keep your hair short but when I look into the mirror I just can’t seem to agree with them. My moustache is coming along. Pretty soon you will be able to see it. Don’t get mad now. I am going to shave it off after I see what it looks like.


Babe, figure out our financial status to the dime and let me know exactly how much we have. It’s about time we started figuring. Bye-bye hon. I love you.

All my Love Always (Poppa) Jackie

P.S. How is the world treating you Son? XXXXXXXX


June 1, 1953

Songwhan, Korea


My Dearest Anne,


Hello Darling. Surprise. It’s 10 o’clock at night and I have nothing to do so I am writing you again. I know you like to get letters so I try to write every day. I missed one day last week so this letter will make up for it.


It’s funny. I am getting ready to go to bed and you probably just got up. Did you dream of me? I’ll bet I think of you about ½ hour out of every hour. Sometimes I wish I could forget you. It only hurts more. At night I have to fight to go to sleep. What do you do, try to put yourself in my mind with telepathy or something? Do you ever get a ringing in your ear? They say the one you love is thinking of you when your ear rings. Yours must ring continuously.


It’s cold as hell tonight. Remember that night in that cabin on the Post Road? I will never forget it. It’s funny when you think back. But it was wonderful too. You know, maybe we will go back there, just for kicks.


Anne, I miss you so much I could write forever and never begin to tell you. Can you just picture the day I get home. I will be the happiest guy in the world. We haven’t got it so bad hon, look at those guys in the last war. Some of them were overseas for 3 and 4 years. I guess we can last 11 months. It seems like 11 years.


Hon, I am going to ask you a question and I want an honest answer. Do you feel that you can wait for me and not get too lonely? I know that I get frustrated at times and all I have to do is walk 2 or 3 blocks and I could have my pick of women. Believe me Darling, I don’t fool around with these women. I swear I don’t fool around with these women. I swear I don’t. I love you, I married you and I belong to only you. Those other women will just have to suffer. They can’t have me. Ha Ha. Just fooling. All kidding aside hon, don’t worry about me. I am as true to you as any husband could be. These guys laugh and razz me but when they took a kid to the hospital today they stopped. He has V.D. and his Stradivarius has to be amputated. It’s hard to believe but that isn’t the first one. That guy was 23 and had a wife and 2 kids. He cried like a baby. I feel sorry for him in a way but then again how much could he have loved his wife? When I see examples like that I get unfrustrated very fast.


I put in for the baby’s allotment today. I will send the birth certificate tomorrow.

Good nite babe.

All my Love Forever and Ever

Jackie


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TIME TO SHARE MORE LETTERS FROM:


Before I Go Berserk, Hon: Tumultuous Love Letters, Comfort Women with VD, and 4 Ton Wreckers


Kathy and Christine started a 12-part series of some of their favorite Jack Cavazzi love letters.


Each week they will post a letter for their readers and fans.


This is the fourth letter of Christine's six. Then Kathy will post hers.


Christine will tell you, “Jack’s letters are not your typical sweet sheets. What newlywed tells his young wife about the prostitutes across the road? The rampant venereal disease among the soldiers? Can be hot and bothered by Anne’s love in one paragraph, and in the next lace into her like a jealous,

frustrated lover? Jack Cavazzi! And, boy, does he have a way with words. This is love letter history – and an emotional romance story – that hooked me from the get-go.”


We hope you enjoy Jack’s letters and look forward to your feedback and comments.



Letter 4 in a series of 12.

May 25, 1953

Songwhan, Korea


Dear Anne,


As you can tell by the greeting I am very angry. Look, Anne, the only thing, the one and only thing that gives me any joy at all is a letter from you. I want a letter every day. If I thought that you didn’t have time I wouldn’t expect it. But I know damn well that you can take 15 minutes a day to write a letter. I mean it hon, if I don’t get at least 5 letters a week then I am going to start going to the Em club every nite and then I won’t be able to find time to write either. I am really surprised at you. You know how much your letters mean to me. I shouldn’t have to write things like this. I don’t want to but if you don’t write – well you know how I am. I am not asking for any pity but you have no idea how miserable it is over here. At least when you go out you walk on a paved road. If you want to watch television you just turn it on. If you want to go to a movie you can go. I haven’t got a dam thing. That’s why I feel so bad when I only get 3 letters a week. Well it’s up to you Anne. I write every day. If you are too busy, just say so.


I will try to make this side a little more pleasant. I have one more unpleasant thing to tell you. A 17 year old kid got killed last nite. His buddy shot him. These stupid bastards don’t realize that a rifle isn’t something to play with. It’s a shame. Well accidents happen.


I finished up my hard labor tonight. They tried to give us 3 more days for quitting early but we beat the rap.


Honey, if I sounded hard at the beginning of this letter I’m sorry but I can’t stand this place. I am in a bad mood all the time. I can’t help it. I miss you so much, that is the main reason.


How is our son doing? I’ll bet you are proud. I know I am. I love you both with all my heart.


I’m awfully tired hon and I still have to wash up. So – I’ll close this letter now. Good nite dear. Dream of me. I love you. Nite.

All my Love Always Jackie

P.S. Write! I miss the Hell out of you.

Em club

Enlisted Men's Club. A place set aside where enlisted soldiers could relax and socialize.

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TIME TO SHARE MORE LETTERS FROM:


Before I Go Berserk, Hon: Tumultuous Love Letters, Comfort Women with VD, and 4 Ton Wreckers


Kathy and Christine started a 12-part series of some of their favorite Jack Cavazzi love letters.

Each week they will post a letter for their readers and fans.

This is the third letter of Christine's six. Then Kathy will post hers.

Christine will tell you, “Jack’s letters are not your typical sweet sheets. What newlywed tells his young wife about the prostitutes across the road? The rampant venereal disease among the soldiers? Can be hot and bothered by Anne’s love in one paragraph, and in the next lace into her like a jealous, frustrated lover? Jack Cavazzi! And, boy, does he have a way with words. This is love letter history – and an emotional romance story – that hooked me from the get-go.”

We hope you enjoy Jack’s letters and look forward to your feedback and comments.



Letter 3 in a series of 12.

May 7, 1953

Songwhan


My Dearest Anne,


Darling, I can never thank you enough. I am so happy I could bust. Boy when I heard the news I let out a scream. I’ll bet you heard it. No kidding honey I am as proud as anyone can be. I’m dying to know how much he weighs and what he looks like. Send me some pictures right away. I sure am proud of you. I am so excited I can’t write straight. What color hair does he have? Does he look like me? What color eyes?


I want you to start teething him on golf balls. Did it hurt much hon? I can’t bear the thought of your suffering. It’s over now darling and I know you are happy to have a baby. I promise the next one will be a girl.


How does the rest of the family feel? I know our folks must be proud. They are grandparents now.


I can’t think of anything to write about except the baby. Hon, honest to God I am so happy I could cry. Tell him about me will you? Tell him I will get home as soon as I can. And tell him that I am sorry that I wasn’t there when he was born. Tell him that I love him and to take care of his mommy until I get home. I sure wish I was home. I can’t stand this place Anne. It’s so changing me. I feel so useless. I need you Darling. I never thought I would pray but I pray that God will bring me home as soon as possible.


Well everything isn’t bad. I fixed my truck today and I will go to work tomorrow.


It’s raining everyday again. The mud comes up to your ankles.


I bought the radio. It is a real bargain so I figured I would buy it before I spent the money somewhere

else. At least now I have something to show for it. I am broke again but I don’t need any money anyway. Besides the radio I got a booster thrown in and it is worth 8 dollars.


Well Darling, comes a time to tell you that I love you more than anything in the world. Words can’t express the way I feel. But when I get home, my actions will. You think I was a lover. Wait! Valentino was an iceberg.


I will love you forever Darling. Take care of my our son. Good nite hon.

All my Love Always

Jackie


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Known as “The Great Lover,” Italian-American sex symbol and screen star Rudolph Valentino was born Rodolfo Alfonso Raffaello Pierre Filibert Guglielmi di Valentina d'Antonguella in Italy May 6, 1895. He appeared in several romantic silent films that made women swoon and men question his masculinity. He died in New York City August 23, 1926 at the age of 31 from peritonitis.

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