Letter to Pfc. Souil W. Garner Ft. Myers Florida May 1 1944

This letter to Souil is from his brother Bill (Wilbur, Will) while stationed in England.....and is the last of the recently found 14 "War" letters....The original transposed letters continue on the Blog until April 1945, the end of "The WAR" where Bill found himself in Germany as S/Sgt G-1 Section, Headquarters of the XIX Corps, and married to Gwen who remained in England at the time, with a three month old daughter, my sister Carol.
He fought with the XIX Corps through out Europe during "The WAR." The letters from "The WAR" make for interesting reading and are identified on the Blog Archive chronologically, by year as I entered them at the bottom of this page.

S/Sgt Wilbur C. Garner , 33377578
G-1 Section, Hq XIX Corps
APO 270, c/o Postmaster, N/Y.

27 April 1944

Dear Souil,

Well how are you doing today Pfc? It seems as though I forget that you were promoted to Pfc. In fact, I think I still addressed your last letter as Pvt. Oh well someday soon I guess I'll be addressing them as M/Sgt. In the Finance branch, the promotions often come very quickly or overnight as to say. I guess Uncle Sam is keeping you very busy these days with paying the boys off. Well that is surely one thing that keeps the morale up.

I imagine this is a bit of news which will sorta take you by surprise, but you should know me by this time. Today I submitted application to the CO for permission to marry. Of course, over here it takes two months after the submission for the application before one can get married. I don't know where I'll be in two months so there is nothing definite about it. Merely contemplation, of course along the serious channel. It is the little WREN that I have been telling you about. She is very nice and very eager to learn the American way. I've got her saying Bath instead of Bawth and lots of other things along that line. Until I met her I wouldn't have given you two hoots for the English that I have seen. She is much different. Oh well that is life for you.

I haven't heard from you lately, but I have a few minutes and thought that I would write you. How is Harriet these days? I haven't heard from her lately but I imagine she is at the last out again. I'll bet that almost killed her being cooped up in that apartment for a couple weeks.

Well I'll close for now and hope to hear from you real soon,

Lots of Love and Luck,

Bill

Letter to Pfc. Souil W. Garner Ft. Myers, Fla. April 23, 1944

This letter is to Souil William Garner from Souil's Dad, Souil Wade Garner....

S. Wade Garner

2425 Calverton Hgts. Ave

Balto. Md.

Balto. Apr. 23 -1944

Hello:

Sunny boy. So you thought that you would put one of those balls right over the home plate and score a home run didn't you? Sending me a personal letter was too much a challenge for my (eat-a-cat), so I thought I had better arm myself with a scribbler and proceed to regain my status quo er it be too late. Dukie I appreciate you taking your time to write me such a lovely letter. I don't feel as though I deserve it, but I would have to tell you the same things as mother does, as we are only one source of information, where we used to have so many "bureaus of information" to draw from. It is now 9:15 pm Sunday and the close of another very cold rainy April day, that almost seems like fall. 

Michael called up about 6 o'clock to inquire about me - your old Dad is having a battle of the "Molars" I had six more teeth out Friday night and am not feeling just as fit as a fiddle. My face is very swollen, have been lying around with cold compresses, on it most of the time, Harriet was here when I came home from the dentist Friday night and was kind enough to go up the street and borrow some ice cubes - (I guess mother told you our refrigerator unit went up, or I think was broken in moving and we will not be able to get it for about 2  weeks) for me. The Doctor says all my teeth must come out, xray showed them to be in very bad condition, all six Friday night were absessed and I have to go again on Wednesday night. Things seem to have gone in reverse since we moved, but "By gosh" - we'll come up again or know the reason why. You know a postage stamp is not worth a darn if it don't stick to its job, and you know me, you might throw me, but I'm coming back if there is any way to do it, and if I don't see a way, I even might be like the colored boy who said he would knock the knots off the other boys head, and the boy said he did not have any knots on his head, so the other boy, again said, he would put some knots on his head and then knock them off. Don't think too much about this Mother and I are about settled in our new home and are very happy and thankful. 

I have met Dr. Horn, he called here twice already and we have been attending church service and Wednesday night meetings and feel perfectly at home and like Mrs. Horn very much, a little dramatic, but I think sincere, and brings very helpful messages. A number of the folks seem surprised when they discover me to be your Dad. So many seem interested in you and inquire about you. Well, we hope this whole affair will soon be over, it looks like things might be heading toward a climax - we hate to hear and read about it, but as long as it must come - the sooner the better. Bernard + Jane did not come today, but are coming on Tuesday for supper, said he had a letter from Will, which was written about two weeks ago - he was OK and seemed in good spirits. Well here's hoping for the best, hope you are well and getting along OK. We're are looking forward to seeing you before many more weeks pass. Will close for this time, with love from Mother and I.

Dad

Letter to Mrs. Souil W. Garner (Harriet) Baltimore, Md April 18, 1944

This letter to Harriet (Mrs. Souil W. Garner) is from Bill while stationed in England.....

S/Sgt Wilbur C. Garner, 33377578

G-1 Section, Hq XIX Corps

APO 270, c/o Postmaster, N.Y.

17 April 1944

Dear Mike, (Harriet's nickname)

I received your letter of the 5th last Thursday which was very good time. Seven days to be exact. I also received one from Souil, Jane and Bernard, and two from Mother. I'd say that is a very good haul. I surely was sorry to hear about you having Scarlet Fever, but I really had to laugh and then to think that Ann King was quarantined with you. Boy what a climax! ! ! 

So you are assuming that just because I visited a town, the name of which I can mention no more, you seem to think there is a girl mixed up in it. Well you are right there is and was. She is a WREN (same as our WAVES) that I met at a Red Cross dance one Friday evening about two months ago. I think you can see some pictures of her that she gave me to send to Mother. She is 21 years of age, about 5 ft 7 in, weighs 135 lbs and has sorta blonde hair, not an outstanding blonde but much lighter than Mary's hair. She is a VERY NICE girl and I'm not kidding.

I guess I have had as much to do as you have had so little. I've been working about three evenings out of the week until 10:30 and 11:00 PM. Well the only thing I can say is that it surely helps the time to pass by quickly. It really has flown too. It is hard to realize that in about two more weeks that one-fourth of '44 has passed.

Thanks for Jessie's address. I have wanted to write to them for sometime. I received a very nice card from them but have never written sue to the fact that I lost the address. 

Well I hope you are OK again by the time this letter reaches you.

Beeeeee Gooooood and don't work tooooooooo hard. 

Lots of love and here's hoping we'll all be home again soon,

 Bill

Letter to Pfc. Souil W. Garner Ft. Myers Florida April 18, 1944

This letter to Souil was written by Bill while stationed in England....

S/Sgt WIlbur C. Garner, 33377578

G-1 Section, Hq XIX Corps

APO 270, C/o Postmaster, N.Y.

13 April 1944

Dear Souil,

I'll start this letter now and finish it later on. I've got to work tonight. Just one more night. I've been working day + night until about 10:30 or 11:00 about 4 or 5 days out of the week.

I received your letter of April 7th yesterday. That was really good time. Thank you for the letterhead.

Gwen (Gwendoline)  is saving them. Well so you want a description. Light hair or dirty blonde, height 5 ft 7 inches weight 135-140 and she has a lot of personality. I got a letter from Harriet today telling me to be careful of these English girls. I'll see you lata. I got to go to work now. 

14 April 1944

Dear Souil,

Well I finished work last night at 11:00pm. Boy I've seen enough figures to last me a life time. What a life. I hope that is all for a while, but I doubt it. It seems like every night there is something else to do.

I guess you have been working hard lately. I imagine your hours are a little more regular than mine.

17 April 1944

Dear Souil,

You see how I have to write a letter. I've made up my mind that I shall finish this letter at this sitting. Well I went to see Gwen yesterday. I told her that I had described her to you as a pleasingly plump, dirty blonde. She said that she was going to have to write you  and put you wise. Well I guess you'll get the low down if she does that. I think she has written yo Mary. 

There is no more news now so I'll close and make sure that this letter gets out in the mail today. Be good and don't work too hard.

Lots of love and luck from your little red-haired brother,

Bill 

Letter to Pvt. Souil W. Garner U.S. Army Fort Benjamin Harrison, Indiana December 21, 1943

This letter is also from Phoebe Emma Garner, Bill, Mary and Souil's mother.

Mrs. S. Wade Garner

6000 York Rd

 Baltimore -12 Md

Dec 21 st Tuesday

My Dear Souil,

Your letter just arrived, + without writing a letter in return I could just say, "thems my sentiments too." It just seemed as though a good part of that letter I must have written to you, instead of just the opposite. Well I certainly do share thoroughly the way you feel about Christmas, to me it doesn't seem possible it will be here + gone in just a few short days, + even now since Dad has put up a tree + trimmed it, it still does not seem actually that Christmas is here. Bernard went out on the lot in back of their house + cut one for us + Christman's + himself. Mr. C drove back there + brought them home; he trimmed theirs last Sunday afternoon + Dad trimmed ours while I sat in a chair + bossed the job. I am getting more expert at that all the time. But the tree has not made it seem a bit more like Christmas, neither could all the gifts the world holds, without my kids; it only emphasizes the fact that they are not here. Jane's mother + Dad want her home for Christmas day + Bernard don't want to go. He vows he is going to have dinner in his own home if he has to cook it,  + eat it alone.
So Dad + I are going to be home as usual + if he comes in for a while, or they both do, all right, if not we may go to Aunt Eva's a little while in the afternoon. But I told him to go along with Jane + don't spoil their  Christmas because he wants to be with us. My cold does not seem to leave, it is better for a few days + then I seem to start all over again, I have been afraid to go out for every time I do I come back sneezing + coughing. Maybe I am coddling myself too much. But I am getting out of patience with myself.
Hugh Sebra called yesterday, said he  + Alameda had both been sick with Grippe + he has an ulcered stomach. He said too; Uncle Willie Johnson is in bed with a heart ailment + is not expected to recover. Aunt Gertrude has had a hemorrhage in one eye + has lost the sight of it. He said she has been working for about two years in a millinery store on N. Charles St., but has had to quit now. Also said Frank Groton was married about three weeks ago. Wonders never cease, do they? It is very cold here, but you must have Balto beaten, for we have only had two mornings that the thermometer registered 17, last week it hovered around between twenty + thirty degrees a good part of the time. It looks like snow this morning + I shouldn't be surprised if we get some. I was talking to Aunt Eva on the phone and she said Uncle John has gotten over his bad cold + is feeling fairly well again. Dad is surely breaking the record this year, he has not had one cold so far + I hope he continues so. I am glad Harriet seems to be content  + I felt sure she would adjust herself to conditions as she found them, don't spoil the present, thinking  about the future. Just be thankful for the day as it comes, + trust for the rest. It seems that is all any of us can do, + after all, we are only given that one day at a time, so why waste the strength we need to get through that one, fretting about tomorrow.  Guess you can understand all this lingo.

I received a card from the War Department too notifying me of Wilbur's (Bill's) change of address. I couldn't explain how I do feel about it, if I tried, so its best not to try I guess. All we can do is trust. Poor Kid! He surely has had some hard knocks in his short life, + I do think he was dreading, the coming  of Christmas at Camp Polk without Betty. Well now My Dear Boy I do sincerely wish for both of you + Harriet a happy Christmas, + am certainly thankful you can be together, at least some time through the Christmas season. My love to both of you + lots of it.

Yours Lovingly Mother