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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.