v-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 19 April 45, France Thurs. 9:30 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie: Just back from the show and a little stroll afterwards. The picture "Experiment Perilous" with Hedy Lamarr and George Brent wasn’t too bad. The evenings here continue to be just about perfect so we enjoy a little stroll through the park after watch. Oh yes, nuzzled a couple glasses of wine. We drank to being home in August. That is the first one was. The second was for making it by July, the third for June, and the fourth for just getting home. We decided to stop there. My stomach is telling me now that I should have stopped with August. Anyhow I’ll think it pretty wonderful if I can make it home by August. Who knows it could be. I sent you the package today. Hope it makes reaches there intact. There really isn’t much in it but it’s about the best I could do with what there is to do with in this country. I really had a hard time finding something to put in the box to fill it. Have heard a rumor or two today that I may be stationed here after all, which I think would be all right. Will probably know definitely in the next day or so. If I do there will be another change of address if I am still using the last place’s address. Will let you know at <? else> what ever happens. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Private George W. Shonkwiler April 20th, 1945, Friday, 11:30 p.m. Hello Honey, Had another V-mail today dated April 11th, and, as you see[,] a letter, and M.A. from your ex-Sgt. I also rec’d a letter I had mailed to the hosp. Jan. 2. It’s darn funny they couldn’t locate you. Sometimes I don’t think they try at all, or else you’re just a "missing link" in the army, and they’ve given up keeping track of your activities at all. It’s funny they returned the letters, but not the boxes I sent. When I stop to think of over 30 boxes floating around somewhere, and containing a total of more than $100.00 in value, it sure makes me angry. Yesterday I spent practically all day washing the dining room, ceiling, and half the night washing, tinting, and starching curtains. Today I washed the four walls, all of the woodwork and page 2 the windows. Tonight up until this moment I’ve been ironing those d--- ruffled curtains for the dining room, and boy, are they holy! I managed to patch them and finally got them up, but the ones for the living room are in such bad shape, I doubt if I can’t even put them up. Don’t know what I’ll do, as I can’t get new ones on account of my money shortage. What do you suggest? I may be able to find some crittonne to make drapes for the living room, but doubt if I’ll have any luck. Even at a dollar per yd. (which is the cheapest) it will come to $12 for two pair. I’ve just got to think of a way to make some money, somehow. Have you any ideas? You asked in your V-mail today if I’d rec’d the $60, yes, darling, and I already spent it in part payment of page 3 our $103.00 (1st installment) tax bill. The $50.00 I got today I hope to keep until June for Ronnie’s insurance. Is that O.K.? It would be my dearest wish to save the money you send me, but guess paying our bills is more important. I know I could let the taxes go until after the war, but as they’d eventually have to be paid anyway, it’s just as well I do it now if possible. Am I right? At present I have a gas bill and a $14.00 grocery bill on my hands, but no money. Elsie (from Beloit) was coming in this week-end, but sent me a spec. Delivery letter today saying it was too cold and windy and she’d come May 5th instead. I’m glad, as I’m in the midst of house cleaning and furthermore, I’m too broke to even go to the show downtown with her, and I’d also have to pay someone page 4 to stay with Ronnie. And as I spent $3.00 for entertainment last week-end, it’ll have to hold me for a month at least. I went to bed at 10:15 last night, as I was tired after washing the ceilings and curtains, etc. I should be in bed now as I started washing 8:00 this a.m. and just finished at 11:30. I read an article where it said work will make you forget worries and unhappiness, so guess I’m really giving it a whirl. Last year I swore I’d never wash walls and ceilings again and here I am! Mr. Page gives me he-- all the time for working too hard all the time, but I hate dirt worse than work, so I might as well get rid of it. I asked Ronnie to tell me about Daddy yesterday, and he said, "O.K.! Daddy is page 5 in the France and pretty soon he will ring the doorbell, and he’ll say, "Hye Ronnie", and I’ll say, "Come in, Daddy, and play with my trains, and cars, and trucks and jeeps". "See, Mommy?" Don’t you think that’s quite a recital for a little boy? If only you could have heard him and watched his facial expressions, too. The Hayes’ stopped in tonight and said Joan had received your V-Mail and was very thrilled, as it was the first V-Mail she’s ever had and will keep it always. Boy, do you have a way with women? By the way, Joan has had her first date now. She asked Jack Ergo (of the Bakery family) to attend a party with her, and he and his mother picked her up in their car, and they attended the party. He is much shorter than she is, but she’s a big girl page 6 now, as she’s five ft 6 1/2 " and that I believe is taller than you. She is also taller than her mother. Hope the kid stops growing, or she’ll never get a man. Well, honey, I’m terribly sleepy, and also can’t think of any news, so, do you mind if I get some sleep, now? All my love and all my heart, for always, (or do want it that long?) Mom and Ronnie ...

V-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler France 20 April 1945, Friday 9.30pm Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Another day, another dollar, and again, nothing new has happened for the umphteenth straight day. The only thing good about any part of it is the weather. The weather does continue to be remarkably good, and sunny France is just that. So far the evening[s] are cool, and the days warmer which is as it should be. My status, as far as I know, remains the same, and my work consists of very little or nothing. Didn’t think I’d ever get to the point where I’d gripe about not having anything to do, but I have. Went for a walk downtown tonight, watched part of a ball game, sat around doing nothing for a while, and now am writing this letter. That’s pretty well taken care of the evening. Exciting isn’t [it]? Didn’t go to the show because I had already seen it, and I get tired sitting through shows I have already seen once or twice before. Think I’ll get a pass to Paris tomorrow for the weekend. This will be the first time have had a chance to go there and stay overnight on a pass. Guess we stay at a Red Cross and we eat there too. They have now started serving meals for men on pass I understand. Tell you all about it when I return. My dears, all my love to you both, Daddy ...

Enscript Output card from: PVT George Shonkwiler to: Mr. Ronald Shonkwiler France, 12 April 1945 Hello! This little "HELLO" with its friendly thought Is my way of saying I miss you alot. P.S. This is all for you my little boy from someone very far away. Your own Daddy ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler April 21st, 1945, Saturday night Noteworthy: Mom discusses report on German prison camp life. Darling, How is my honey today? Do you feel any better and are you getting better food now? In spite of what you may be getting, I’m certainly glad you weren’t taken prisoner as we certainly are hearing some ghastly stories of how they’ve been starved and tortured. When I think of the many people who were relieved because their husbands and sons were in prison camps and out of combat, they were sadly mistaken it seems. I guess you and I have so much to be thankful for that we really shouldn’t gripe at all, should we? Haven’t done much today outside of routine cleaning, eating, and so on. I washed my hair tonight and set it. Did I tell you last week that I gave myself a permanent, costing me just 79 cents, and it turned out just like a $5 beauty shop special? I get more economical every day, it seems. (I have to.) Not by choice, I guess. The Pages had coffee and doughnuts with me tonight, and that was the extent of my day. Exciting, isn’t it? No meat at the butchers today. Good night something all our love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler. April 22nd, 1945, France, Sunday, 7 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad describes French farms. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Back from my weekend in Paris and although there still is no mail and no further news as to my status here, guess I’ll write and give you all the lowdown about my very nice trip to Paris. We rode there and back in GI trucks, about a two-hour trip. Not too bad as we could get a good view of the country. Being just a country boy at heart, I am always interested in seeing the country as well as what is going on in the cities. All the farmers were out working their fields and that is an education in itself as they do things so much differently than we do them back in the States. I still can’t figure out whether it’s because of just being backwards or the Germans took everything they had and now these poor French farmers are using anything they can scrap together to get work done. Anyhow, the machinery they use is very old, of a style used many, many years ago and mostly all pulled by oxen and horses. Occasionally, there is an old Ford Sun tractor, but that’s very rare. This is pretty good farming country around here and everything looks good. Wheat is about six inches high and nice and green. Much of their oats is up and also sugar beets. They grow no corn, I guess. Here, as in all of the rest of France, the people have clustered together in hundreds of very small villages. I still can’t figure out whether it’s because the land is owned by a few large landowners and the average person just works the farm or if it’s for some other reason. The houses are all built of stone and brick and are very old. As old as they are, the architect is very exceptable and the buildings usually are in pretty good condition. That is those that have not page two gotten in the road of the war. They usually have no basements and the first floor is on the ground level and usually is concrete or stone. Very damp and cold and never too clean. What gets me is how close they build them together. Usually there are 15 or 20 houses built on each side of a highway wall to wall. They have all the room in the world but yet they build them wall to wall. Very often there is a high stone wall around the whole thing. I guess that must be for protection. That wall doesn’t stop our artillery very well though once we got zeroed in on it. The people aren’t much different looking than ours back home. They don’t dress as well, don’t look quite as healthy. They walk or ride a bicycle instead of riding in automobiles. And quite often wear wooden shoes like the kind I sent Ronnie. In the cities like this one here or Paris about the only difference is they’re usually a little better off and once in a while we see an automobile. In Paris, this time, I saw a lot more automobiles than last trip in there. I guess things are getting better. We arrived there yesterday a little before lunch. Got a room in a fairly nice hotel taken over by the Red Cross. Had a good size room with two single beds, clean sheets and hot running water. A real luxury and all our meals at the hotel not bad either. These provisions are something new the army has given men on <? pars> and it really is pretty nice break. The room cost 30 francs which is 60 cents and the meals 10 francs each. I even had some ice cream, my first since leaving the states. Also some real Coca-Cola and of course we had a little wine, a very little <? eham paggi>, some <? conjac> and that’s about it from a drinking standpoint. You see I’m still very conscious of my stomach. Saw a page three very good French stage show yesterday afternoon. And last night we went to the Allied club. I say we, there were four of us who went in togather from this camp and they proved very good companions. I came from the last camp with them, also from England. At the Allied club we watched the dance a while, also a short floor show, had a couple of Coca Colas and then went in to the Stage <? Dow> Canteen, which I had heard as much about but really found very disappointing. There was a fair orchestra and a nice dance floor. That’s about all. Since I’m feeling my age these days I didn’t do any dancing. Preferred watching anyway as it was interesting watching the way all the many different soldiers from the different countries dancing. There were soldiers from USA, England, France, Poland, Australia, Russia, Czechoslovakia, Canada and others including India and Africa. Some of those were in their native Army robes. After that went back to the Red Cross read a little and retired. Got up about 8:30 a.m., had breakfast and then went back to the Alied club where I was able to buy this handkerchief I saw in closing and a cheap box camera ($9). It takes size 120 film so send me all you have and all you can get. There is some film here but it is very hard to buy. Guess you can hold off sending my camera now. At least until I find out what kind of pictures this one takes. After that saw a show, ate lunch, and at 3 p.m. came back. Of course we did a lot of walking, rode the Metro (sub) for miles and miles and saw quite a lot more of the city. I still think Paris is a nice place. page 4 I am sending you some more papers in a separate envelope. I send these because some of them, at least, I want you to save and then I figure you might like to see how we get our news over here and what kind it is. The war looks good from here to me but realize that if the Germans want to hold out until the very end it can easily last another six months even more maybe. However I’m optimistic enough to still believe that it may end very soon now. Don’t know why I should feel that way though as from everything I hear after talking to the boys just back from the front and from my own personal experiences I know the <? Hussies> are still very tough and as fast as our armies are moving of late we still are losing a lot of good men and suffering many casualties which from that the Germans are still fighting with something besides words. Not withstanding all that, victory is definitely in the air and it can’t come too soon. Well how’s my little Ronnie tonight and it certainly would be nice getting a letter or two from both of you. It’s been so long again now that I almost seem like I’ve never heard from you. Maybe I’ll get a whole bunch of them some of these days again and have to spend a couple days reading them. Could even use a package or two. Well I can wish or dream. Perhaps someday everything will catch up with me. That’s about it for tonight my dears I miss you both very much and I hope you are both well and not having things too bad. All my love to you both forever. Daddy ...

V-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkiler France 23 April 1945 Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Was told by the post master here today that I had better start using this address here so noting the change, H.Q. and H.Q. Company 16th R.D. APO 129. Now that I have finally sent it to you, suppose I’ll definitely <? have> before I get any mail. Well it will be another address you can put in your little book any way. Saw a good show tonight, "A tree grows in Brooklyn" Joan Blondell and James Dunn, although Joan Blondell played a minor role. I thought the projector wasn’t focused right and we couldn’t hear half the time. But it was still pretty good. I wrote you a long letter last night and there has been nothing new happening today so, haven’t much to say tonight. Did you get a $50 money order today? And will write you a letter tomorrow and enclose it. Sort of a Mother’s Day present or something. Maybe you’ll get the package I sent you by that time too. Certainly glad you get better service on my packages than I do on yours. I know I’m getting very low on powder again so, I’d better be getting some packages pretty soon or else things might not be so good. Learned today that the <? Data> back in England had recommended that I be given no job where there could be a nervous strain attached to it. Maybe that’s one reason why I’m doing so much floating around. I don’t know. Doing nothing is a nervous strain too. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

V-Mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler April 23, 1945, Monday 11:10 PM Hello honey, I received a nice V-Mail card with a nice verse on it and so did Ronnie, dated April 12. It was nice to know you miss us and love us, although we had sort of suspected it. I only hope the love holds out after you return, too, as then is when we will want lots of it to make up for lost time. Well, to tell the truth, I guess we sort of miss our Daddy, too. The place just doesn’t seem the same without him, somehow. After all, what is home without a Daddy? I’ve been pretty busy today as I did both the washing and ironing all in one day, although I just finished the ironing only 10 minutes ago. Tomorrow, I should wash the living room walls and woodwork, although I hate to tackle it, especially the ceiling. Isn’t it wonderful that the Russians are in Berlin, won’t be long now. I’ll just keep on praying that we’ll see you soon. All our love always, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: George W. Shonkwiler April 24, 1945 Tuesday, 9:05 P.M. Noteworthy: Ronnie’s health report. Wes, Darling, Guess I’ll write you a nice long letter today, or should I say tonight. Just feel in the mood, so you’ll have to suffer the consequences! I didn’t get a letter from you today, but maybe tomorrow I’ll have better luck. I can hope, can’t I? Today has been a dark, dreary, and rainy day, from morning until tonight. It’s pretty cold, too. I ironed from 9:00 until 2:00 today, again and still not thru. Ronnie slept from 1:00 until 2:15 P.M., and as we were due at Dr. DeYoung’s office at 3:00, we had to rush. We got there at 2:45; believe it or not!. Thought you might be interested in his report. He said to tell you to have no worries as to Ronnie, as he’s in good shape. He’s 37 1/2 inches tall now, which is a page 2 gain of 5 inches since a year ago. He says the average gain in height at his age is 3 1/2 to 4 inches, so you see 5 inches is really something! He’s also made his normal 4 lb. gain in weight and weighs 30 lbs (stripped). He weighed 25 lbs 10 ounces a year ago. His heart and lungs are O.K., teeth perfect and he has them all, and his tonsils are O.K. He took a urine test and it tested normal, too. I asked him if he thought him too thin and he said "no," that it wouldn’t be normal for Ronnie to be fat, as he’s small-boned. He also said never force him to eat, as he’ll eat all he needs and is good for him on his own, and I found that very true, as that’s just what we’ve done lately. For breakfast today, he had soft-boiled egg, toast, butter and jam, glass orange juice, and 2 glasses of milk and prunes, for lunch: a bowl of vegetable soup, two glasses of milk, and page 3 a dish of jello (with peaches and bananas) and cream, 1/2 slice of bread, and for supper: beef liver, potatoes, gravy, green beans, corn on the cob, tomato juice, 2 glasses of milk, and 2 dishes of bananas and peach jello. I’ll bet even you couldn’t top that for one day. Almost forgot. He also had codliver oil and an a, b, c, and d vitamin capsule this morning. I almost forgot, it seems I’ve gained a bit, too. I weigh 108 lbs now. When you get back perhaps I’ll be "five by five." Would you like that? Back to Ronnie’s report, aren’t you glad he’s such a healthy specimen? I know you’re just as happy about it as I am. Of course, Ronnie got his sucker at the Doc’s office, so guess, they’re friends for life. Ronnie didn’t cry at all, but when the Doc tapped him on his back to test his lungs, he said, "Don’t do that!" and very emphatically, too. page 4 I had a letter from Boots, (the Navy lieutenant’s wife, who asked me to come to Calif. for a visit) and her husband has left for the S. Pacific, altho he won’t be in combat, as he’s going to an island we’ve already captured. She also has a brother, 18 years old, in the S. Pacific, and one, 25, just going overseas. I talked to Marge Sunday, and I guess Jim and Martha are definitely buying a defense home. I was mistaken as to Murray’s "monetary interest," as he’s just been locating the places for Jim, but the homes are actually for sale by Brandt’s (or would he still get a percentage that way?) I think Murray signed a note for Jim, so he could buy. I may have misunderstood her, however. If we should sell our home, couldn’t we sell it with the understanding I might live upstairs for the duration? page 5 It’s an idea, anyway, and would solve the problem of finding a place to live. It also would take a load off my shoulders, as for lawn, upkeep, etc. is concern. Of course, I wouldn’t pay $15 per week, either, as it is our own furniture up there, so naturally the rent would be much lower. (I hope!) Of course there’s such a thing that I might not like the new owner, but guess we could stand it until you come home, anyway. Wonder how long it’ll take for Germany to be conquered, now that the battle for Berlin has begun. It shouldn’t take long at the rate they’re going. Maybe before you get this, the war will be over - I hope! Then our next worry will be whether you’ll come home, stay, or go to the S. Pacific, altho why they want anyone in your condition in the S. page 6 Pacific is beyond me, but then why you’re even in Europe, is beyond me, too, so guess my thoughts are different from the Army’s all the way around, it seems. Well, I’m all out of conversation, so will close, and bid you a fond good night, again, and perhaps some night in the very near future I can say it in person. Love, always, Mom and Ronnie P.S. The temperature is now 40 degrees. Brr! ...

letter from: Private George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 24 April 1945, Tuesday 9:30 p.m. France Noteworthy: Dad talks about being at the front; waxes philosophical Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Just back from seeing a very good show, "Sunday Dinner for a Soldier" and a long walk around town afterwards. The walk plus a very restless night last night, has made for me being pretty tired right now. Some of the Joes in this room never have enough sense to go to bed it seems, and at 1 a.m. they were still going strong. Sometimes I can go to sleep regardless but last night was one of those times I couldn’t. Hence, the restless night. Guess I must have walked about six or seven miles today. Since I’m not exactly in the condition I used to be in, my dogs are sort of letting me know right now that they have done a day’s work. Still, no news about what’s going to happen to me, but I have a feeling that it won’t be long now, so it’s not worrying me. In fact, I’m getting so I don’t worry about laying around, doing nothing any more anyhow. If the army wants it that way, who am I to complain? I certainly have never had things any easier than they are right now. It seems a big waste and all that, but maybe if I were running the army, I’d find that it wasn’t exactly a soft job that it looks to be from here. Anyhow we seem to finally be winning this war page 2 over here, in a grand style and since final results are what always count, that is what we should judge things by in the long run. Took a walk downtown this afternoon trying to buy film for the camera I bought in Paris but film is almost as scarce as food is over here, and so far as I have had no luck. Did contact one fellow who thought he might do me some good in a day or two, so we’ll see now what happens. One can certainly do an awful lot here with a package of cigarettes. I’m enclosing a $50 money order and a copy of a <? Limey> paper. Of course, the Limies are usually pretty optimistic in their papers, but this one does look good, doesn’t it? Perhaps by the time this reaches you, this whole thing will be over. It will be hard to believe if it does happen I know that. Still no mail or packages. Think the last letter I received from you was written around the 1st of March. Wonder what all you and Ronnie have been doing since then. Wouldn’t take much to beat me, that’s for sure. Have I ever told you that the chow here is usually pretty good. We have beef three or four times a week fried eggs for breakfast and once in a while hotcakes and so on. Undoubtedly the best since leaving the hospital. Now that I look back I guess the best time I have had in the Army was last January in the page 3 hospital back in England. I was doing just enough work to keep me occupied, getting good food, seeing a show once in a while and was around a pretty good bunch of boys who had been through the mill and knew what the score was. There certainly is a lot of difference between combat men and non-combat men. Guess one actually has to be where the bullets are flying around to really know what war is and what it means to still be alive. I know my stay up there, even though it wasn’t very long, has left a deep impression with me. One that a lot of these boys around here who have never been any further up there than this, don’t seem to have. About time to go now. See that picture "Sunday Dinner for a Soldier" if you get a chance. It made me pretty darn homesick. And I thought of you and Ronnie all the time while watching it. Boy that’s going to be a grand day when I <? am> back in Chicago again. Don’t ever do anything to spoil that day, my dear. You can count on me remaining as I am and was when I left so long ago. Even time can’t change some things. Not if a person doesn’t want it to bad enough. -- How are you tonight, my little Ronnie? And do you still remember your Daddy a little bit? I’ll be home yet some of these days, and we’ll make up for all we’ve missed yet. You wait and see. All my love to you and Mommy, Daddy ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 25 April 45 France 7 PM Noteworthy: WAC incident not over, Dad talks about Ronnie, Noteworthy: Dad’s philosophy about money, Dad mentions have 4 children My Dear Alice and Ronnie, Since knowing you like a change once in a while will give you one <? once> again. You see I have had a very pleasant surprise this afternoon. Had gone down town to get my first French coiffure treatment (hair cut and shampoo to you) all for 33 francs, and not bad either, and on my way back, <? smith> our mail clerk. He told me how much mail he received and packages and all and finally after playing around with me for a few minutes informed me that I too had hit the jack pot and he had just left it all on my bed. I <? parted> "toot sweet" from there and sure enough, eighteen letters and three packages. Not bad my dear, not bad at all. I received my first Christmas five pound box. This one was from "you guess who" and had the box of candy, playing cards, Swedish hard tac, figs. etc in it. Believe it or not, everything was in execellent condition even the hard tac was edibile although must confess don’t know how much of it is going to be eaten, especially by me. Maybe the boys will like it. They will the candy and figs I know. Then I got the box of tea bags you sent April 2nd. You see how fast thing come when you send it first class. And another small package of candy. All very much appreciated no matter how long it does take for some of it to get here. I received a V-mail from Forest, one from Martinsons, page 2 a letter from Dad and one from Reader’s Digest and I’ve yet to receive a copy of that magazine. The rest were all from you. Four V-Mail and balance air mail the last one being mailed April 9th and was air mailed. Most of them were written in March and apparently must have been written before you received the money I sent you because a good deal of the space was taken up with money difficulties and it seemed like most of the rest was worrying about my one and only dinner with a WAC. Even though I had told you that it was a dinner affair only, and even then it was the only means at hand for getting something to eat. The army is not serving meals to <? miu on> pass to Paris so you needn’t worry about that any more and I hope by this time you have received at least some of the money I sent you recently. So your problems along those lines should be petty well taken care of. Now if you feel sufficiently <? knwled> out, I’ll get along with more pleasant things but before I go just one word. Even though I know you didn’t mean it and no doubt you wrote without thinking, and I’m sure that is what you did, I don’t like to be threatened. This time you are forgiven. Now about the nicest thing I possibly could Page three. have received were the three little snaps of Ronnie. They really got me. He really looks good and is growing too. Guess I won’t know him when I do get back. I’m telling you if there were no other reasons for sticking to the straight and narrow path, and there is, he would be reason enough. I certainly don’t want him to ever have to make excuses for his Daddy or be sorry, he has me. Thanks very much, darling, for sending them. They are swell. Even the boys couldn’t figure out how I could have such a nice little boy. Me either as far as that goes. It’s been very nice here today and this evening, I am lying out here in this big park which is a part of the city and Napoleon’s castle writing this letter. The sun is setting just over the tree tops and there are a couple ball games going on a short distance away. Sounds just like back in the States. In fact, about one hundred yards away, a good sized circus is in the process of being set up. It pulled in today. And the kids here in France are no different from ours back in the States. Even the GI kids. They are all crowding around the lion cage and the one elephant the circus <? boasts>. They have a good size tent up and the number page 4 of nice looking ponies. Guess tomorrow about this time, yours truly will be taking in a circus. That is if I’m still here. There’s always that question you know. Now back to your letters and some of your questions. First, the money one. All the money we have is in joint accounts, except that that you have in the Pullman bank and that I have in the Beverly bank. If I remember correctly, there was only a $15 balance at Smith’s. And should be about $1,000 at Chesterfield. Which is where you would have to go if you ever needed any money at all. There are some bonds at Smith’s. Exactly how much I don’t remember. Around $600 worth though I think. Those in Ronnies name I left that way. The rest are made out jointly. As for house cleaning, I think it’s foolish. After all, I am in the Army and the people who come there must know that and must realize that conditions are not exactly as they were before I left. I don’t believe in you kidding yourself trying to decorate it yourself either. As for decorating the Pages apartment, I wouldn’t worry. In fact, if they weren’t so nice, I would recommend raising their rent. Might even do it anyway. After all everything else is still page 5 going up. However, that’s your worry. As for the taxes, pay them if you can. If you can’t, well you can’t that’s all. We can always do it when I get back. And I believe you can let them go without interest penalty. However, will send you as much money as I can as often as I can. But even over here it doesn’t grow on trees. Did Sweeney ever send you that fifty dollars and have you received the fifty and sixty I have sent you lately? You know Ronnie’s insurance is coming up about now too. How’s that going to hit you? Certainly glad you called Sweeney’s wife. He seemed so anxious to have someone besides himself talk to his wife or tell her about him. You see, he’s been over here a long time, always in the <? Com Z> [combat zone] and those two factors along with Army itself has made him somewhat bitter and very homesick. Occassionally he goes on a real bender for which he is always sorry of later but it’s getting to be a habit. I did my best for him while I was with him but I’m afraid that very much longer over here might be too bad for him. He is now in Belgium so maybe a change will be good for him. I hope so. The money he is supposed to send you I’ll explain some other time. I also received the letters from you with your cousin Judy letter <? inassed> and the one with page 6 Elinor’s letter. Too bad their boy wasn’t a girl, but hell, why should they kick? We can’t even have either 4,000 miles apart. Judy’s letter was very nice, but felt at times as though she was just rambling on. Anyhow, I’m glad she thinks you have a pretty good husband and a nice little son. I don’t ever have any doubt but what Ronnie will always look upon you as about the finest mother he could ever have. It sounded like your Easter was pretty much of a disappointment. As you know now, so was mine. If you remember, I got orders to move on Easter Sunday, and that’s just what I did. Come to the place just before this one. In fact, to tell you the truth, by 10 a.m. Easter Sunday, I had forgotten all about it being Easter Sunday. Am anxious to hear how you came out with Katherine’s visit. One letter written, April 3rd, said you were just about ready for them. And the next one was April 9th. So you see I missed the important ones concerning that event. Certainly would like to see them all myself but I’ll bet you were glad when they were gone, unless there has been a lot of reforming since the last time I saw them. Of course, I know when we get our four kids -- heaven forbid -- three is enough, they will be worse, I’m sure, but at that, it still must have been rough. Forest mentioned in his letter page 7. that they were moving to California. Must be very, very nice. Sorry to hear you are having food problems. We do pretty well over here in the Army now, but it’s still tough on most of the civilians and if you were to see some of the lines waiting to get our <? leavings> and how some of the kids look here, you would be mighty glad that you and Ronnie are over there instead of here. And then worse yet to see some of the war prisoners coming back from Germany. That really gets them all. Those who haven’t died have really known what misery and starving is. How’s Ronnie and his Sunday school teacher doing now? His little chat with Mrs. Page about not being able to <? eat> his mind, now that was darn cute. Glad you were able to dispose of all the pups. Sounds like you did all right with them too. How did Mrs Hyde’s get along? It’s pretty hard for me to say now about Tosti’s buying defence home. However, I am generally thinking along the same lines that you are. Oh, yes. I left you one key to the deposit box. It takes two to open it. The other one is at Smith’s. As for Murray and Marge’s having no house to clean, well, I guess that would be nice. But then, I imagine they must miss having their home once in a while, or will you know. I still think there are other important things in our lives except just making money. Don’t know who the fellow you mentioned in the the picture was. The ribbons are ETO good conduct and page 8 purple heart. There are two battle stars on the ETO ribbon. Believe I’ve told you that Al Evers is about thirty miles northeast of here but as yet have not had a chance to see him. Know I shouldn’t mention this subject anymore but feel that I must. The V-mail mentioning your chance for a steak dinner and about what’s the use being true when one doesn’t know if her husband is coming home alive or not is the attitude that many GIs learn their wives and sweethearts have and is the beginning of much trouble. It’s very easy to be led astray over here with so damn many loose French women around, a little encouragement the wrong way from back home can do a lot of damage and <? his>. Don’t know where you ever get the idea that I had changed my views becoming more liberal minded about such things because I’m sure I never told you I had and you were never further wrong. In fact it is very disgusting to me at times seeing and hearing about the way some of the soldiers act. It’s a fact that many of them are not looking any further than their noise [nose] and not thinking that far. Well my dears it’s now now 9 pm, the ballgames are all over, the sun has set and page 9 it’s getting a little chilly sitting out here. Besides the mosquitoes are beginning to bite like hell, so that’s about it for tonight. There goes another formation of bombers on their way to finish wiping out what’s left of Berlin. Those babies certainly look good up there. Guess their job is about over as far as this theater is concerned. It can’t be long now until the doughboys finish mopping up too. That will be the day. Ronnie my dear little boy, your pictures certainly were nice and you look like a very good boy. From what mommy says you are a good boy and smart too. Your Daddy is far away in France now but some day I’ll be home to play with you so you just keep asking for Daddy to come back and I’ll make it yet. Bye now and be good to mommy and eat all your food so you grow up to be a big man. Now all my love to both of you and give mommy a big hug and kiss for me and have her give you one for me too. Your Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler April 26, 1945 Thurs. midnight Noteworthy: American public gets photos of Germany’s internment camps. Darling, Here I am burning that midnight oil again! Guess I’m just a naughty girl, and need you here to tell me when to go to bed. Yesterday I worked myself to a frazzle, but today I haven’t accomplished a thing. First thing in the morning yesterday, after breakfast I finished my ironing, then washed all the woodwork and windows in the bedroom, plus three walls and woodwork and windows in the living room. I was putting Ronnie to bed when Murray walked in and he visited for about an hour, got all the latest dope on your whereabouts, etc., then left. As it was about 9:00 when he left, I started to go on washing walls, when the Pages came down. She used my machine for some sewing and later I made coffee and we had sandwiches and some cookies. By that time I was page 2 so sleepy I just couldn’t write, even to you. Just before going to bed, I was looking at the paper, and saw all these horror photos of prison camps in Germany. Piles of bodies, etc., and when I got to bed I lay awake for hours just thinking of all I’d seen. I also thanked God you were lucky enough to escape these tortures. I think I’d go out of my mind if you were a prisoner at this time. The stories just don’t seem possible, but guess they are as they’re s’posedly eye-witness accounts. Is it possible, Wes, that it is all true? Seems almost fantastic. I was all set this morning to wash walls again, but Muriel called this morning and said she’d be right out to see me, so that accounts for my relaxing today. I don’t feel so bad, so perhaps it’s a good thing she was here. She’s page 3 been in Appleton, Wis. for the past three weeks with her sister, and just came back, and is again looking for a job on the North side. I did do a little sewing this afternoon, and also a bit of grocery shopping this morning. The meat market had nothing but fish today, so as much as I despise it, I had to eat fried perch for lunch. Luckily Muriel likes fish, so it was O.K. in that respect. After some persuasion he did sell me a couple slices of "Army reject" ham, so that I can have a scalloped ham and potatoes for supper tomorrow night. The Pages and their 10 yr old niece are having dinner with us, and after dinner, they’re taking Ronnie and me to the Barnes Circus at the stadium. (Tickets $1.50 a piece, but they insisted on paying for ours too.) I feel I should repay them in some way, Page 4 so I asked them to eat with us, before we go. I haven’t attended a circus since I was a wee little girl so maybe I’ll enjoy it, too. (My second childhood). I’m enclosing these pictures on Swedish housing, cut out of the daily news, as I thought you might be interested. Sounds ideal and we certainly could make use of this type of housing in this country. Their housing plans, are to encourage children, but in this country, you’re out of luck trying to rent if you have children. They also go in for beauty in landscaping around the apt bldgs. I rec’d five V-mails yesterday, dated April 15th and 16th, but letter #1 is missing for April 15th. Thought I’d get it Page 5 today, but no such luck! I still can’t figure out why you let them ship you around as an entertainer. Why did you ever tell them you play an instrument, when you know you’ve forgotten after such a long time? Sometimes I can’t figure either you or the Army. I drove Marielle down to the I.C. depot tonite, as the Pages were home and Ronnie was asleep. She had a long wait for a train, so we went across the street to the Paradise Inn for a glass of sweet wine. It’s so cold and wet outdoors that it tasted good. The Paradise Inn is where you and I and Dick and Gladys stopped that night when you and your sis called each other’s bluff and had drinks. It seemed funny to be there with Marielle this time, and to think it was more page 6 than 2 yrs since you and I were there. It sure makes me think of how old I’m getting and wasting my youth away all by myself. It is sad, isn’t it? Ronnie asked me yesterday, "Who made Daddy go to France?" I replied, " Hitler," and he said, "Bad boy Hitler," and then finished by saying, "Poor Daddy, he’s all alone in France, isn’t he, Mommy?" I said, "Yes, darling, he’d better be!!" While I was washing the upper living room walls yesterday, Ronnie asked me to draw a picture of a train for him. I said, "No, Ronnie, I’m busy washing walls." He asked, "Why?" I said, "’cause Ronnie gets them all full of finger marks!" He said, "Oh, no, Mommy, I didn’t get the walls dirty up there." (Which is true.) He’s pretty clever, I’d say! Well, honey, goodnight and sleep tight. All our love, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Private George W. Schoenckweiler to: Mrs. Alice Schoenckweiler, 27th April 1945, France, Friday 6 30 p.m. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Missed writing yesterday but will make up for it tonight. Much has happened since night before last so will start right in by telling you I got another nice bunch of mails 14 letters in all and another package from Claude. Why his come through so fast is beyond me but that’s the third one of his I’ve received and that’s more than all the rest of everyone else except you. He sent some more marshmallows, candy, juice and a can of cherries all in good shape. Also a letter from Al Ivers, one from Norma, Gladys, five air mail from you and six V-mails. The latest was an air mail dated April 15th. That’s 10 days. Not bad at all. Then something else happened that seems very important to me right now anyhow. My new orders finally came through and as I had hoped and expected, I am assigned to this depot. It’s called an AU assignment or Attached Unassigned. That doesn’t mean much to you and I don’t imagine but in short it means I have been made a part of this company but still not a part of it as far as the Army TO is concerned. You see the TO only calls for so many men in a company like this but there is so much work for Page two. the number of men in the TO so the army allows extra men to be assigned to help out. It’s called attached unassigned. I a way they say it’s a good deal because when the war is over they claim those attached unassigned will be the first to go home. On the other hand since there is no TO for attached unassigned men, there isn’t a chance in hell for me being anything but a private as long as I’m here that will be all right with me if they will send me home a few months ahead of the rest. Of course you know the going home part of it is rumor but it also sounds logical I hope. Anyhow I have a clerks job in army classification. Any six year old can do the work but they have privates up to staff sergeants doing it. We start at 8 a.m. to 11 30 and 1 p.m. to 5 p.m. Nice hours and we have our office in one of the larger homes here in the city. It’s about one block from the home I am living in. The <? citerers> and mess is between here and the office so you see everything is very convenient. Personally I feel very good about the whole thing because as I’ve told you before this is about the nicest camp I’ve been in in this Page 3. LTO, the best food and plenty of shows and entertainment for the GIs. The boys here seem nice and it’s the nearest like being in a civilian job that I can think of and still be in the army. Now while I think of it you can forget what I told you about canned chicken and steak. I imagine I got more of both right here than you do and I had no idea meat <? situation> was so <? loafe> back home. We actually get steak here about twice a week and fried eggs a couple times a week. I also have plenty of tea and coac. Thanks very much for it all but there is no use sending any more than I can use. In <? cast> all my packages should start catching up with you now so maybe you should lay off for a while except for powders. I am very low on them and would be glad to see a box coming about right now. Went to an American USO show last night and didn’t get out until after 10. Hence no letter yesterday. The show was fair. Had three men and three nice looking girls. No one of note but the two men vocalists were very good. The girl accordion was also good. Tonight I have a ticket in the circus which starts at 8 p.m. Never expected to go to the circus in France but I am. But for that matters I’ve done Page 4. a lot of things the last nine months that I’ve never expected to do. In fact never expected to be living in a nice city like this in homes bigger than the one you are doing in and in its day nuch nicer too. Of course, ten men in a room doesn’t exactly make for the most comfortaable living in the world, but still far different than most of the places I’ve stayed in. Gladys sent me a picture like the ones you send me of Ronnie of she and Joyce. They are very good. She also says she has managed to save about about one thousand dollare in the last year, so I’d say they’re not bad. Now let that information give you any rash ideas. You are doing alright as you are and I was glad to learn that you didn’t go back to Pullman. Never back there. As for selling the house, that’s another matter when I asked give about what we could get for that house it was more for curiosity. However will tell you what I had in mind when I asked him. When I wrote him it was about the time I had mentioned you going to Glen Ellyn and by the way, none of your letters yet has mentioned that but I gather from your later letters that you did nothing about it. I had thought that if the Page 5 house could be sold for a good price, you could sell it and go out there to find out how things there really are. You know I only have thirty days after I get home to make a different decision about that place and that isn’t much time. You wouldn’t have the upkeep of the house to worry about, wouldn’t have to work too hard maybe and still have Ronnie under your eye. Plus having a good opportunity of getting some good information for me that I still don’t know how else I’m going to get. The price give says that we can get isn’t bad. I would see if you can get thirteen thousand net his <? commussiai> would have to be above the thirteen thousand from selling the house and went to Glen Ellin and go ahead and sell it. <? Alterioisi> I’d prefer holding on to it because being over here it’s nice knowing one has a home paid for to go home to. If you know what <? inuau>. I realize it’s a lot of work for you but have a good idea what all would happen once you sold it and moved into a smaller place. 11 PM Just back from the circus and it was very Page 6. good. There were four elephants, six lions, some very nice horses, all had good acts, some good juggling acts, trapeze acts and many others. I really surprised and enjoyed it very much. Paid 80 francs or $1.60 for the ticket and a ten francs tip to the usher. You know you have to tip for every damn thing over here. We forget to tip the guy and he asked us for it. They had a real nice crowd. Both GIs and French. Sat near to a couple 15 year old boys who could speak pretty good English. One a tailors son, the other a Real estate mans son. They said they were going to come back tomorrow and invite me to their home. I had given them a couple cigarettes and some gum. I guess they thought that was pretty nice. Hope they don’t forget that <? woulalar>. Well, my dears, I’m a working man now and it’s after eleven so I’m going to bed. Expect to get mail regularly now. So perhaps things will be better. <? Joiu> have hopes that the war will end soon and maybe in about six months, more or less, I will be on my way home. I can dream too can’t I? All my love to you both, daddy. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler April 28, 1945, Saturday, 9:35 p.m. My darling, Here I sit waiting for the next news flash over the radio. There has been a lot of excitement all evening as it’s been rumored that Germany has surrendered unconditionally to all the Allies, and that Pres. Truman was preparing his public announcement of the fact. The last newscast I heard, however, said that the President said there was no foundation to the rumor. The first I heard of it, Ernest Hayes called up saying the war was over and wanted Ronnie and me to come over there. This was at 7:30. As Bobby is spending the night here, I had a good excuse for not going. Marge and Murray were going to stop in tonight, but they must have had other plans, as they haven’t been around. Chamberlin called tonight asking for your address and asked how you are, etc. He said he had a letter from page 2. you a month ago. I asked him how his business was going, and he replied that he kept busy, but not as busy as last year. He also said his wife was up and around part of every day. He plans on writing you, so perhaps you’ll hear from him soon. Yesterday I did my week-end cleaning, plus baking a fresh cherry pie and preparing dinner for guests. My guests were Mr. and Mrs. Page and their 10-year-old niece, Ginger. You see they were taking us to the circus last night, so I partially repaid them by inviting them to dinner before we went. I had a devil of a time getting meat for the occasion, as nothing but fish was to be had at the meat market. I finally talked him into selling me two slices of army reject ham, so we had scalloped ham and potatoes; jello salad; green beans; salary; hot parker house rolls; jello; and fresh cherry page 3. pie, ice cream and coffee. Just as we were all set to leave for the circus, (and we wanted an early start in order to get seats, as they do not reserve them), a knock was heard, or rather it must being the door-bell. Who should it be, but the minister (Rev. Hanson) from the church which Ronnie attends. I didn’t recognize him at first and it was rather embarrassing as I hated to tell him he should leave, because we were in a rush. When I did remember who he was, I was really flustered. I finally had to tell him we were headed for the circus, so he left after talking a few minutes. He said he had a three-year-old daughter. He’s not very old. Possibly in his thirties and tall and blonde. He also asked me if I wouldn’t like to attend services, too. I said I might, but doubt it, as I page 4. don’t know what I do with Ronnie. I never could figure out why they don’t have Sunday school and church simultaneously. It would certainly simplify matters. I don’t imagine there would be enough room, though. Ronnie certainly was thrilled with the circus. I only wish you could have enjoyed the expression on his face. At first he was awestruck, just stared open-mouthed, then he started to point out things, then laughed and clapped for each act, as if he’d been attending the circus all his life. When at the end they fired a girl out of the cannon, he jumped a foot at the noise and then turned to Mr. Page and said "That scared me, Mr. Page! Afterwards we asked him what he liked best and he pondered a while and said, "I like when they shot the girl out of the gun best!" page 5. He also got a big thrill out of the lion act and the horses, and clowns. They announced again now that the surrender of Germany report was unfounded. I know it was too good to be true. The story was that because of Hitler’s illness Himmler was acting in his stead and asking to surrender. Well, it was exciting while it lasted, anyway. It can’t be very far off, so I’ll keep on hoping we’ll be together soon. Today I finished the last wall in the living room and now it’s all washed but the mantle and ceiling. I put the old curtains up again, but they are so full of holes I’ll have to find something to replace them in a hurry, even if I have to make some myself. Even so, material is so expensive. Nothing less than $2.00 per yd. and it takes 14 yds. per room. Think you can win that page 6. much in your poker in the next week or two. 11.30 p.m. Know what I’ve been doing the past 1/2 hour? I’ve been shaking pennies, nickels and dimes, out of Ronnie’s "piggy bank" (the one I bought for him on our wedding trip - remember?) and also another bank of his. I also counted the results, and it amounts to a grand total of $7.00. Isn’t that something? I could use it in helping to buy curtains, but that would be stealing as I’ve given him these pennies and dimes occasionally and they’re his very own. When I deposit this $7.00, he’ll have a total of $21.00 in the bank. Isn’t that wonderful? He’ll have a fortune in no time. Yesterday I got page 1 of your April 15th V-mail letter, and a V-mail dated April 19th and an airmail dated April 18th. Today I got the bunch of picture postcards from Paris. I’m still waiting for the box you said you sent us. Good night, darling. See you soon. Love, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Also got a March 30th Stars and Stripes today. I was disappointed finding no letter enclosed. ...

letter from: Private George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compeigne, France, 28 April, 1945, Saturday, 9.30 p.m. Hello My Dears, Another week gone, and tonight it begins to look more and more like one or two, maybe three, at the most weeks, will see the end of all fighting on this front. It’s been a long time. I only hope it has proven worth while. Today has been very cold, rainy, hail, sleet, and just a regular wintery day. Pretty rough on us after the nice summer weather we have been having. Guess Hitler and Gang thinks things are getting a little rough for them too. I hope one of our bombs gets them all. Otherwise they’ll all probably go scott free some way. Saw Charles Laughton in "The Subject" tonight. Not too bad, but it was a <? funny> picture and that kinda spoiled thinkgs. Well my newly found French friend showed up tonight and wanted me to come to his house tomorrow. However Sunday is just another work day in the army, so couldn’t make it. He said he would be back tomorrow evening though so maybe I get another chance. I do get one day a week off, but it rotates so far don’t know when page 2 my day will be. He seems like a pretty nice kid and for 15 can speak pretty good English and quite intelligent. I guess being a doctor’s son has it’s advantages now in France, I’m sitting here in our room on an old broken down davenport before a lousy <? fancy> stove which smokes so bad we can hardly stay in the room and writing you by a very poor light. It’s electric but not like our electric lights back in the States. However it’s really quite comfortable and I’m darn thankful I’m here instead of somewhere in Germany even though the fighting is almost over. Very glad to hear that you and Ronnie have started going to Sunday school. Guess you had better go for me too as I don’t get a chance to go here. Don’t even know if they have a chapel although there are plenty of French churches in town. One quite large real old cathedral. I was in that. Boy they really go in for churches in this country. I can’t quite picture an <? acqua> colored statue but it’s alright with me I’m sure, especially as long as I’m over here. Do think. page three you are trying to do entirely too much though. I do hope you realize those three special letters, as I called them, were just that and it was only through Sweeney that I was able to send them. Certainly will be glad if I’m ever able to write and say what i damn please. It was very nice of Martha Josti freezing you the bacon and stuff. Can’t help thinking they are very nice people. Certainly hope they don’t go wrong in buying a house. What have they done about it by this time? And has Murray sold any houses since starting at Smith’s again. Glad to hear you think Marge is pretty nice. Always thought she was alright myself. Could be your line of reasoning is right about the prices of houses after the war but I’m not so sure. Can’t help but think we are in for one hell of a boom after this is all over and if we are, now is not the time to sell unless there is some definite reason. I’m glad you had such a nice time down town with your two girl friends at the play and so on. Have been thinking it would be nice if you could get page 4 away for a vacation sometime. Although still can’t say I’m in favor of California, Oregon or anything like that. You see, I know what traveling is like and as capable as you are, Ronnie is still a young boy and quite a problem especially on a long trip. If you could get Eleanor to invite you up for a couple weeks or something like that I really think you both would get far more good out of it. It’s after ten now and I must start answering some of my other letters. So maybe if I stop with yours now I’ll have time to write one more to some one anyhow. Ronnie certainly sounds like he is really growing up. You don’t worry, my boy. Some day Daddy will come walking in the door and you can ask me how I am and tell me all about everything. In the meantime, you be a big man be good to Mommy and do everything that she tells you to do. Be nice to Bobby and all your other little friends ̃And tell them all, also your mommy, that your Daddy says hello. Daddy. . ...

v-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 29 April 45, France. Sun. 9:30 P.M. My Dear Alice and Ronnie, Sunday evening and nothing to do but write you a letter. Spent part of the evening at this boy’s house I met at the circus the other nite, part talking and now will finish it writing letters. I have so many to write that I don’t think I’ll ever get caught up. I received some more mail tonite. All old letters. Most of them from you. One telling about Ronnie’s birthday party. Sounded very nice. One from Gladys and my first letter from Dick written in Holland feb. 10th. He had heard that I had been injured. Says he is more or less a bookkeeper in some <? P. ware course>. That is, at least what I like to be. He hadn’t seen any combat and now that the war here is about over no doubt will not have to ever here. However if he is fit for general services he stands a good chance to go to the <? CBT>. For that matter, could even go myself although I’m certainly not planning on it. There are plenty of rumors lying around as to who is going. Of course they are all rumors so far but that can change any day. It’s a cinch that some of us are going. Something more to worry about. Guess my worries will never end. A little short tonite but wrote you a long letter last nite and I’m going to try and write to a number of other people tonite. So that’s about it for now. All my love you forever, Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler April 30, 1945 Monday 10:30 P.M. Dearest, At last I can sit down to relax after a hectic day in the loop. I haven’t been down there to shop in months and it’ll be months before it’ll happen again, and that is certain. Ronnie and I went down this afternoon and didn’t return until 8:00 o’clock. We ate downtown too at the place on Wabash called Annie’s Steakhouse (minus the steaks, however). We had calves’ liver and onions, green beans, french fried potatoes, seafood cocktail, vegetable soup, coffee, milk and jello. All this for the two of us was 97 cents, which wasn’t too bad for the loop. Ronnie was so good all day, and had a big time with the clerks all the time. He asked a man clerk (a Jew) for a marble and the poor fellow hunted high and low for one to get him, but Ronnie had to settle for a wood bead. Our little boy certainly gets around people. Guess he’s like his daddy. Just page 2 has a way with him [them]. Well, today I splurged and bought new curtains for the living room. I couldn’t get them large enough so had to buy three pair and sew two together for the bay window. In fact even then I doubt if they’ll be wide enough. I may have to buy another pair. I paid $15.26 for the three pair, and the cheapest I could find. They’re nice looking and of marquisette. It’ll seem funny to have curtains with no holes in ’em for a change. Of course the dining room curtains are "holy", too, but not quite as bad, as yet. [I] Rec’d a v-mail dated April 20 and an airmail dated Apr. 22, today, and also the hanky from Paris. Thanks so much, honey. I’d like to frame it, as it’s too dainty to use. It’s sweet of you to think of me amidst all the gorgeous Parisian damsels. Don’t see how you can page 3 keep your mind on your gal at home long enough to shop for her. I really do appreciate it very much, and when you get home I’ll give you a nice big kiss. Seems so long since I’ve kissed anyone, I’ve probably lost my technique. (Maybe I should practice?) Ronnie went to Sunday school Sunday morning (yesterday), but he was a big sissy and wouldn’t let me leave him. I had to stay with him. Hope he gets over it, as primary Sunday school classes are out of my class. We went over to Francis Evers for dinner and spent the afternoon, and she insisted we stay for supper, too. She didn’t have to insist very much, as she had baked ham and who refuses two meals with meat nowadays? I don’t have a single red point and all the meat I have for the week is one lamb chop [and] page 4 2 slices of bacon. Guess will have to start on Judy’s dog food when that’s gone. Sounds bad, doesn’t it? Well, it is! Oh well, we can always eat eggs in one form or another. Francis said Al had filled out a questionnaire, which will determine when and if the boys will go home after VE day. Have you done this? Almost forgot to tell you that I went to the Red Cross Hdqtrs in the loop, this afternoon and after telling my story was told the Red Cross has no jursdiction over discharging men either before or after VE day, unless of course I were desperately ill and even then all they do would be to provide medical care. She said that the Army felt that they, and they page 5 alone can determine whether or not a man is physically fit for service. She said to sit tight as the war in Europe will be over very soon now, and that only the very young, and physically fit will be sent to the South Pacific, and I did not have to worry on that score. She said she was sure you get home as soon as transportation permits after VE day. Well, darling, - I tried, but was very unsuccessful, it seems, as she wouldn’t even take my name. I asked if I could write to the Army, but she said it would be of no avail, as they wouldn’t even answer. She just kept saying that you’d be home soon and to hang on a while longer. I hope she’s right. I met Edith Kuester and rode down to the loop on the IC with her. She also said VE Day was not far off. She’s given her notice page 6 at the draft board, and is going to work for Emil because he can’t get help. He has moved his office to 113th street now. I can’t remember the exact address. She also asked me again for the millionth time to come over to see them some night. She said her dad is ill and that she spent Sunday cleaning up his house for him, etc. Today she was going downtown to a show on her day off, as Emil wasn’t going to be home for supper. She also said to tell you "hello". After leaving Frances Evers last night I stopped in at Holmes to give her a pkg. she had sent out to my house from Carson’s. They’d spent the day at the folks as usual. Marge is coming over to visit Wed. night while Murray works at Smith’s. It’s 12:30 and I just had coffee sandwiches and cake upstairs so guess I’ll go to bed now. All my love darling always, Mom and Ronnie P.S. I had a miserable dream about you last night and woke up still thinking it was real. I’m glad it was only a dream. It was much too realistic to suit me as it was. Addendum: Enclosed letter from: Mrs. Don Sweeney to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler April 27 Fort Wayne, Indiana. Dear Mrs. Shonkwiler, Please forgive me for not writing to you sooner. I really appreciated your call very much. I hope it’s possible for us to get together one of these weekends. Had a letter from Don, and he tells me they are on the move again. This time it’s Germany. I’ll be so glad when this thing ends and our men can come home to their families, so we can have a normal living once again. I’m so tired of living this way. I’m working at the GE Fort Wayne. I share an apartment with another girl whose husband is in England. I go to Bern to see the children 2 or 3 times a week and every weekend. Sure wish I could be with them more. And do they ever miss their dad. page 2 The girl is 11 and the boy is 10. So you see they are old enough to remember their dad. My mother takes care of them while I work. They have the best of care, but like all youngsters they still need both their Mother and Dad. Now don’t wait as long as I did to answer this letter. And I promise to do better in the future. Thanks again for calling me, it was nice talking to you. Yours truly, Mrs. Sweeney. ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 1st, 1945, 11.30 p.m. Tuesday page 2 Hello Again Honey, Henry Jostin called today and asked for your new address as he intended to write you. He said a friend of his, (a priest I think), had just returned from a Jap prison camp and told me some of the horrible things this fellow had witnessed in this camp and was fed nothing but a handful of rice or soy beans each day. He lost 65 pounds in weight while in this prison camp. Every time I hear of these things I think how lucky I am that you weren’t seriously wounded or taken prisoner. I guess knowing you’re safe from harm now is all that keeps me going these days. Guess we’d all be happier if we counted our blessings once in a while instead of our grievances and hardships. I’m trying to keep that attitude but that doesn’t always help when I really get those blues, but most of the time it works. I see they got Mussolini and his friend, (see it doesn’t pay to step out). Today it’s rumored Hitler is dead but I don’t believe it. It’s just a trick of some kind. Edith stopped in this afternoon. Bye and love, Mom and Ronnie ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 1st, 1945, 11 o’clock p.m. Tuesday Darling, Received a V-mail today dated April 23rd with your new address. I hope you stick around long enough to get this. I haven’t sent a V-mail for ages. So here ’tis. I sewed and hung and pressed my new living room curtains today and they look very nice, I’ve been told. You mentioned a money order for my Mother’s Day present. Gee, I’ll sure be tempted to spend it on myself, but guess I’ll need it for more practical things. I would like a dress and a pair of shoes or do you think that would be extravagant? I really should use it for the Sept. tax bill ($102.00), but perhaps you’ll be home by then. (I can dream can’t I?) I did decide on a pair of shoes in the loop yesterday and when I gave him my #4 shoe coupon, I found it wasn’t good until August 1st and I’ll need both my #3 coupons for Ronnie’s shoes already. Consequently unless someone donates a coupon, I can’t buy shoes anyway. Oh me! No meat, no shoes, no love, no nothing. Good night honey, love Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler May 1, 1945 France My dear Alice and Ronnie, The start of another month and we are all still waiting for the big news we expect to break momentarily. Many had expected today to be it, but the day is about over and still nothing. Regardless, however, it can’t be long now. With Mussolini dead and there are many reports that Hitler is also dead or dying, I guess the dictators are beginning to see a definite end both here and in the S. West Pacific. Did not write you yesterday because I went to a show at 6:30 and at 8:30 was invited to Peter’s home. Peter is the boy who I had met at the circus. Was supposed to have gone there for dinner, but the show made it late for me getting there and besides was none too anxious to go for dinner anyway because the French have so little. Another boy from my room went with me and we stayed until 11 p.m. Had a very nice time. His father and mother and little brother were also there. His father is a doctor and also a dentist and quite a smart man and I think well-to-do. Their home was bombed and ruined by the Germans in 1940 and they were very apologetic about the one they are living in now. Although it is nicer than ours - older of course - and very big. They served wine, coffee,??, and cognac of which I drank sparingly. Both the boy and his father can speak pretty good English and we got along fine. When Dr. Poire (their name) learned that I had been injured while Page 2 In Germany, with Patton’s Third Army I was made. The French think very highly of Patton’s Third Army and especially these people because they have just liberated some of their close relations held prisoner by the Germans. One of them being Mrs. Poire’s brother who was a captain in the French Army. About ten P.M., when we were ready to come home, I got to talking politics with Dr. Poire and we like to never got out of there. He also plays bridge and has invited me to come and play. [I] expect to see them again Thursday nite. The A.G.F. Special Service is giving a concert here and we are allowed to bring French guests. So I have invited them. Certainly hope it is worth while. Their home is about five minutes walk from here so it looks like maybe I have fallen into something that may be very nice. I received a nice letter from Murray today - my only mail - dated April 16th. Not bad but some of the boys are getting mail here now only six and seven days off. So I am expecting great things in the mail line from now on. Guess I told you I received another package from Claude a couple days ago. It had been mailed before Christmas I think. I’m still trying to catch up with my correspondence but having a hard time now that I am working regularly and going to a show of some kind practically every night. I figure going to a show is better than going out with some French gal and I guess will make you happier so as long as my eyes hold out, at least, I think I will stick to that kind of entertainment. But even that gets awfully damn tiresome. I’ve seen so many shows Page 3 lately that I think if I ever get home I’ll never want to see another one. From the prices Murray tells me houses are bringing now I think the price of this ten thousand net is too low for our house. Anytime Tostis’ place can be sold for $6,500 then I know ours is worth $14,000 net and that’s what I think we should get if you are entertaining any idea of selling. It’s been very cold here the last few days. Even had a light coat of snow on the ground when we got up this morning. Certainly a huge surprise after the summer we have been having. Believe I told you I bought a cheap camera in Paris requiring a size 120 film. Have been trying ever since to buy some film but no luck. I’ve been told that anything we make a request for over here if the request is shown to the right people[,] you will have priority in purchasing that article. You might see what you can do because I certainly would like to take some pictures of some of the places I’ve seen here. You might send me some coffee too. My French friends tell me their coffee is made from barley, and I believe it, thought maybe I could show them what real coffee tastes like. Better quit now if I’m going to get a chance to write anyone else. Rumors are flying thick and fast here about going home, going to CBI and going, going. I’ve got my fingers crossed and so far feel pretty optimistic. Perhaps I’ll see you and Ronnie yet some of these days. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkweiler. 2 May 1945, France, 6.30 p.m., Dear Alice and Ronnie, Received four nice letters from you today. These letters were dated April 16th, 17th, and 19th. Things are getting much better. They are still addressed to my last camp. But since I didn’t give you this address until last week, I can hardly expect to get any from this address yet. Glad you took Ronnie to see Dr. DeYoung. Haven’t gotten a letter yet telling how you came out, but a checkup is always a good thing. You were lucky getting an appointment so soon. Why are you sleeping on the rear porch? You mustn’t worry about me getting tired of your chatter and your letters. I’m always glad to read anything you have to say, especially anything about what you and Ronnie are doing. As for me getting tired of it when I get home, well, that’s something else again -- you know I’m an awfully good listener but a very poor conversationalist. Of course there are times when I have things on my mind, but not page two always. I am enclosing today’s S&S. Believe it speaks for itself. You see Hitler’s death has caused much more concern and talk than Roosevelt’s. Why? Because it means the end of the war and the end of the war is all we are interested in right now. Everyone thinks it’s just a matter of announcing the date now. I think everyone will be very much surprised if the end didn’t come this week -- at long last. No one can figure out yet just what the end will mean to us and our chances of coming home but there has never been as many rumors. I’m not speculating, but certainly hope it will definitely mean the end of army life for me sometime in the near future. I am in a position now to get the news a little ahead of time but as far as for that only adds to all the confusion. Am writing early tonight because there is a GI show downtown at 8 p.m.. I am page three going and taking Peter and his family. Certainly hope it is a good show. Am getting along fine at work. I think I’d be awfully <? glum> and lazy if I weren’t. It is a little hard on my eyes though. Right now they are hurting considerably. I’m getting fat though and believe soon at this rate will weigh more than I ever have. About time to go now so this is it for today. Or now. May add a line or two after the show if it’s not too late. Lots of love, Daddy. Later: The show was very good. Told you wrong about taking the French. That’s for a musical show tomorrow night. Anyhow this show tonight was a hot GI band and a couple three good specialty numbers. Very entertaining and the band was really good. Looks like the army has much of the State’s entertainment talent. Will say one thing for this place, it certainly doesn’t lack for entertainment. All free too of course. Wes. ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 2, 1945, Midnight Wednesday Darling, Today has been a cold, stormy, rainy day. I went shopping for meat and groceries about 11:00 a.m., as Marge was coming over tonight for dinner and to sew. I actually was able to get two pcs. pork steak and a 1 1/2 of beef steak (for Sunday). I was overwhelmed at my good fortune! Elsie (of Beloit) is coming Sunday, so I’ll save the beef for that event. Ronnie and I got soaked running from People’s store to our car. And after stopping at the A&P store on 111th, I couldn’t start the car again. After a 1 1/2 hour wait a policeman saw to it that I got a push and I got home by 3:00 p.m. Then a mad rush getting a late lunch for Ronnie and myself and put him to bed and started on dinner for Marge. Marge brought a quart of strawberries and cream and a package of frozen broccoli so she more than paid for her share of her dinner. All in all we had breaded pork steak, boiled new potatoes, buttered carrots and broccoli, peach in lemon gelatine salad, and strawberry short cake and coffee. Murray came from Smith’s at 7:45 and after Marge sewing on a skirt and I made a hat to go with my brown and white suit we ate doughnuts short cake and coffee. They left at 10:30 and I finished my hat. Will now go to bed. All my love, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 3rd, 1945, Thursday night Noteworthy: Mom as a housewife Hello, honey, Here’s that gal again! (The one and only, I hope!) Oh well, I’m not very worried on that score as I know that we’re both old enough to know that we should behave. Or do people ever get that old? Come to think of it, guess age has nothing to do with it. I guess love has more effect on our behavior, and unless I feel differently when we meet again, I’m still in love. (Am I getting romantic?) Must be the dream I had last night. You kissed me and such technique! Somewhere in the dream I lost track of you, and it was awful just to have seen you for a few minutes. These dreams are so darn indefinite. Not at all satisfying! In the middle of it the phone rang early in the morning, and although I went back to bed, just couldn’t start dreaming Page two. again. I hope in reality when you get home, you’ll stick around a while. Guess what I did today? I painted half the bathroom with a peach tint, Kemtone, and decided I didn’t like the stuff, so washed it all off! Then proceeded to wash walls, ceiling, tile, doors, and all. Guess I’ll just leave it, unless I get ambitious next week. If so, I’ll buy real paint, as it’s much easier to work with than Kemtone. Now, so far I’ve washed all walls and ceiling but the hallway. Of course, I both washed and painted the kitchen. Come to think of it I really should use that $50.00 money order you sent me on myself as I’m pretty sure all my washing and painting would have cost more than that. page three. Of course, my practical half knows I should save it for next Sept. tax bill, but my frivolous side says to he-- with taxes, think of yourself for a change. Guess I’ll split the difference and just buy myself a pair of shoes and maybe a blouse. I’m silly, aren’t I? Of course you know that! I’m enclosing some snaps of Ronnie and one of me. Hope you like them? By the way I have a couple rolls of #120 film, which I’m sending you today. Hope you get them. I’m also sending a box of powders. How is your health these days? Have you any ideas as to whether you’ll be released after VE Day? I’ve heard the army of occupation will be mostly volunteers and that only young and healthy men will page four. be sent to the Pacific, so they’d better send you back. At least I’m planning on it very strongly. I sometimes wonder when you come back whether you’ll still be reminding me what a poor housekeeper I am and nag me for not getting ready on time and so on and so on. You’d better not, as I’d probably "blow up" after all these months of doing things as I please. Maybe for the first day or two it’ll seem pretty nice having me around, but alas, I ’spect you’ll get used to me again and forget you once wished you were here! Or maybe I’ll become a "nagging wife?" Wouldn’t that be a novelty? I doubt it, as I’ll probably think you’re darn near perfect, on account of not having you around for so long. page five. I’ll probably be so shy or bashful when you get home, you’ll have to "woo" me all over again. I’ll feel like a "wicked woman" having you even kiss me, it’s been so long ago. Well, guess I’d better be getting to bed, as it’s late. I’ve been sewing on a dress I started to make a couple months ago and Mr. and Mrs. Page have been keeping me company. She’s been shortening some shirt sleeves for him. We just had coffee, cheese, and bacon sandwiches, and donuts. And now I’m going to my "little trundle bed." Maybe I’ll dream some more. Could be! Well, good night, Sweetheart. All my love and a kiss or two, Mom and Ronnie. Thanks again for the $50, darling. P.S. Ronnie says to tell you he saw "horsies" at the circus last week and that he is a good boy and to give you a kiss for him, too. P.S. Are you keeping enough money for yourself? I hate to think you’re sending me what you need. ...

v-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 3 May 45, France Thurs. 11 P.M. Dear Aliice and Ronnie: A short letter to let you know that the musical show was pretty good and the two French boys I took with me enjoyed it very much. I will enclose the program in my next letter. The boys’ folks had intended going with us, but his nephew, who has been held prisoner by the Germans since 1940, just came home tonite and they were celebrating. He was a Lt. in [the] French army and said they held him in one camp all that time. He was never out of it, didn’t do any work and wasn’t treated too badly because he was an officer. Received another box of tea from you today (thank you very much) and two copies of the tribune, March 9th and March 23rd. The very first I have received since leaving Fort Meade. No letters again today though, wrote Murray a letter today which you may read. Wrote about some things that might be of interest to him so don’t take offense because I don’t write about such things to you. You see I have more important things to write to you about. Good night now my dears and I love you both very much and <? ...

v-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler France 4 May 45, Fri 9:30 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie: Not much news today and no mail. So it’s been a little dull around here as far as I’m concerned. Of course each new rumor always stirs up a little interest but it’s getting so now good rumors don’t hold <? our> interest over five or ten minutes. Guess this is the way it’s going to be now until the war is actually over and we are on our way home. So far most of the rumors are very encouraging so far as myself personally is concerned but I’m taking them for what they are and not counting too big on anything. However, I’ve never really gotten a break yet in the army maybe I’ll get one before I get out. Letting me out soon will be the biggest break I could ask for. The weather still is cold with quite a bit of rain making things a little miserable after all that nice weather we had last month. Didn’t even go out to a show or anything tonite. Feel like I may have a cold coming on so think I’ll retire early for a change. Even though we don’t get up until around 7 A.M. I am over <? snay > to get enough sleep. Getting old I guess. How’s my little Ronnie tonite? <? ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt. George W. Shonkwiler May 5th, 1945, Tuesday 11.30 p.m., Noteworthy: the trouble getting meat and soap at home. Hello Wes Darling, Well instead of 11.30, it’s now 1 a.m. as the Pages came in and we had some coffee again. (Still can’t see why I don’t gain weight at this rate.) Maybe I’ll gain all at once. Spent most of today working and hanging clothes. It was too cold yesterday (37 degrees). Today it went up to 60 degrees but still cool and windy. Page two. This noon while playing with 1/2 a day, kids in Bobby’s sandbox, the gang, and Ronnie got to throwing sand and stones. After a while Bobby pushed Ronnie and home he comes crying as though his heart would break. At first I thought he was really hurt seriously as his whole ear and coat collar was covered with blood. However after washing it off I found only a little blood blister and a couple of scratches. I put page three mercurochrome on it and it was all well again. He had left his cap behind so I went back with him to find it. We stopped in at Dixon’s and she asked Ronnie and I to stay for lunch which we did. Ronnie had spinach soup, crackers and milk and I had a barbecued weenie sandwich and coffee. While Ronnie had his nap I straightened up the house and took my clothes in and sprinkled them for page four tomorrow’s ironing. For dinner Ronnie and I had stew and a raspberry and banana dessert. About 7.45 Mrs. Dixon called and asked if I’d like to go to a bingo game at church as she and a group of women go every Tuesday. I said yes and had to be ready in 15 minutes. It was fun and the main prize is $300 with 26 $10 prizes and a couple of $25 prizes. One of our crowd got two $10 prizes and one got a $2 prize. If only it had been me. But no such luck. page 5 This gambling sure gets in your blood. No one got the $300 prize tonight as you had to completely cover a card in 54 numbers and no one did this time. Next time, if over 350 are present, they’ll draw numbers until the prize is won. Even if you do lose, I guess the money goes for a good cause -- I hope. I’ve been thinking of sending you a five pound box of soap, but are you sure you’re safe in getting rid of it? I could page 6 use a dollar or two at present too. However, I’d never forgive myself if you got in trouble because of it. Soap is getting pretty scarce here too. Haven’t been able to get soap flakes or regular laundry soap either the past two weeks. Did I tell you that Mr. Page had a couple man come out who took all the storm windows down? He paid them and won’t page 7 let me repay him. They also had the refrigerator repaired to the tune of $3.75, which they also paid for. They also bought Ronnie a little toy jeep as a souvenir of their trip to Ottawa last week. I’m getting so sleepy I can’t see and still have my cold, so guess I’d better get to bed right away and perhaps I can add a little to this in the morning. Love, Al. Page 8 Wednesday, 10 a.m. Nancy Evans is coming over for dinner Sunday, so I’m on my way to see if I can find a piece of meat to eat anywhere in this fair city. It’s pretty late in the week already to expect success as people order weeks in advance. You can’t just walk in and get meat. No, sir. You just put your name on a list and they give you anything they please in a package. None ever reaches the glass counter these days. You order on Monday and wait until Saturday for your surprise package, if any. Some fun, eh, what? I’m not complaining, however, as long as I can get fresh eggs and milk, milk live. Well, bye now. And always remember the little guy. Love you very much, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 5, 1945 Sat. (well, maybe, it’s Sunday, 2:30 a.m.?) Hello, honey, We got in about 1:00, but since then we had some coffee and put our gowns and robes on so we’d be nice and comfortable while writing our letters. Elsie is writing her Joe and me, well, guess you know who. Spent this morning cleaning house and then met Elsie at the Northwestern Depot. From there we had a chicken sandwich and coffee at the Michelob restaurant on N. State S. (First chicken I’ve had in months) After that we shopped around till 5:45 when the stores closed. Elsie bought a coral-colored linen suit, a blouse, and slip. I bought myself a pair page 2 of brown and white spectacular pumps. I certainly needed a pair of shoes very badly. I didn’t have a shoe stamp, so Mr. Page gave me his. We had dinner at Gimball’s on Randolph and boy, did we have a meal! You wouldn’t know there was rationing. We had grilled flank steak (we each got 4 big slices, abouit 3x6") with mushrooms, potatoes (au gratin), a salad bowl, shrimp cocktail, soup, rolls and butter, and chocolate sundae and coffee. All this for $1.95. We also had a Manhattan with our dinner (50 cents extra, of course). We didn’t get a cooked vegetable, tho, outside of mushrooms, but we didn’t even miss it, we had so much to eat. After dinner we went to the Oriental and luckily didn’t have to Page 3 wait for seats. We saw [the movie] "Strange Illusion" with Sally Ayers and Warren Williams. Very good and the stage show was grand. After the show we stopped at the Black Hawk for a drink and while there two very nice looking young men asked us if we’d care to dance. We said "No" like good little girls and went on home. As much as I love to dance it was tempting, but our good judgment said we’d better not. So, honey, guess you don’t have to worry too much about your girl. (Well, just worry a little bit, if you must.) All in all we had a very nice afternoon and evening. Of course the main topic of our conversation was our husbands. Hers is in the Navy in the Philippines, page 4 and it may be a long time before she sees him again. You see I hope you’ll be home very soon! Mrs. Page put Ronnie to bed tonight, and he was dead to the world when we got home. Elsie and I are going to bed, and at that I’ll have very little sleep as it’s now 3:10, and I have to get up at 8:00 for Ronnie’s trip to Sunday school. I got a nice 9 page letter today date[d] April 25th. I’ll reply to it more in detail tomorrow, as I’m too sleepy, now. In the meantime just be a good boy and keep thinking of us constantly. All our love, always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 6th, 1945 Sun. Midnight. Hello, My Darling, Today has been quite a busy one, altho not very exciting. We all (Elsie, Ronnie and I) got up at 8:00 this morning and Ronnie went to Sunday school as usual. Between breakfast and dinner we sat around reading, talking, etc. We had a pretty nice dinner, consisting of a salad (strawberry Jell-O with peach halves), boiled new potatoes, broiled steak (rather on the tough side), buttered green beans, coffee and cookies, and ice cream. About 5:00 o’clock Ronnie and I went down to the N.W. depot with Elsie and came back about 7:30. Ronnie went to sleep, and I had been reading the paper, etc. The Pages came home, after a show, about 10:00 o’clock and came down to keep me company, about 11:00 we had coffee, sandwiches and cookies, and after they went up, - well here I am writing again. You mentioned in Sat. letter dated April 25, I might raise the Pages’ rent, but I’d rather not if it’s okay with you. Things might change, and I’d rather have their friendship than an extra dollar or two. Maybe that’s not business, but perhaps you’ll understand. Today has been a beautiful day and temperature about 65 degrees. After all the rain last week, it’s a pleasant change. After leaving Elsie this afternoon, I felt more lonesome than ever. We really had a nice week-end visit. Well, goodnight, honey and love always, Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler [Paris vicinity] 6 May 1945 Sunday, 10.30 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Tonight is the one we’ve all been waiting for. I went to the show tonight - very good too - "The Keys to the Kingdom" - and shortly after it started they interrupted the showing to announce that Churchill had just broadcast that tomorrow the world would know the date of the end of the war with Germany. A very funny way to let the world know what we already know. But regardless, it’s all right with me. Naturally the announcement was the cause of some hilarious yelling, etc. but nothing to what I expect to see in Paris tomorrow, provided of course they don’t cancel our passes. If they don’t cancel them I think I’m really getting a break being in Paris when peace is officially announced to the world. My dears I never expected it to be like page 2 this when the war over here did end. Of course we all have known now for the last 10 days that it was merely a matter of cleaning up and announcing a date. Then of course we all know that the war really isn’t over. There is still Japan. However, some way I can’t help but think now that Germany is disposed of[,] Japan can’t last so very long. Only time will tell. But regardless this phase of it is finished and that is really a blessing to me and millions of other people. The show was one of the best I have seen since "Going my way." In some respects it was something like that one - only entirely different. If you see it [you] will know what I mean I think. Well my dear, must wash and shave yet tonight and get up early in the morning so will write you all about it when I return Tuesday evening. Until then[,] all my love to you both. Always, Daddy ...

Letter Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 7, 1945 Monday, 3:15 P.M. Noteworthy: Mom frets about her value, about being a heel and unessential (moving). Mom talks about life in Chicago and what she wants out of life. Mom reveals that Dad enlisted. How’s this for a long letter? Can you top this? Hello, honey, Shall I tell you right away in the beginning of this letter that I love you, or shall I keep you in suspence and wait until the end? (or both?) I s’pose you’ll get so conceited you’ll be hard to live with when you get home if I do. Oh well, I’ll take a chance, anyway. Ronnie’s sound asleep and I’m relaxing. It’s pretty hard to do, as I still have a lot of work to do, but then again, I guess it will keep until I get a chance to rest a bit. I’ve done nothing today, except yesterday’s dishes, plus today’s meals and dishes. Even that seems to keep me pretty busy. I had two nice letters from my husband today, (dated April 27 and 28), plus Stars and Stripes and Daily Mail. I’m so glad you’re keeping up writing to us. Sometimes, I think if it weren’t for your letters, I’d go completely haywire, but reading of your homesickness and yearning page 2 to come home, seems to somehow help me through the days. So, honey, keep up the good work! I also appreciate the money orders, as I know it must be hard to get money to send. The sad part, is of course, that I’d like so much to be able to save it for you until your return. Of course I don’t squander it, as it all goes for food and bills, so guess it’s all I can do at that. Maybe when you hear of the two or three times that I do go out with girls from home, you’ll think that that is unnecessary, But when it’s all added up over a period of a year, it’s not much, as I stay home every night otherwise. In fact, I’ve been told I should go out more, but it’s not much fun going out alone, so until you get here guess I’ll continue staying at home. You mentioned Gladys having page 3 having saved a thousad dollars. That is wonderful, isn’t it? Certainly makes me feel like a first class heel, having done nothing in that line. I feel very unessential! After the war everyone will talk of their part in the war effort, and what can I say? "Just stayed home and kept the home fires burning." "Spent the interval washing, cooking, cleaning, painting, mowing the lawn!" - Doesn’t that sound dull? I’ve had the radio on since 8:30 this morning, as they declared today "V.E. Day." They closed a lot of stores, taverns, etc., blew horns, whistles and threw ticker tape out the windows in Times Square, New York. As yet, however it has not been made official by the president. After last week’s rumors, I doubt anything I hear on the radio. If it is time, it’s wonderful. When I first heard the announcement today, I thought it was official, page 4 and I was sitting here crying. Why, I don’t know, except as an emotional outlet after the strain of the past months. I s’pose when I do see you, I’ll doubt my eyes, as it would seem too good to be true. Your letter saying that as you are an AU service, you may get home very soon, also gives me a ray of hope. Sounds like you’re really getting a break. I also had worried about the possibility of your enlisting delaying your return home, but I read an article that those who volunteered through the draft board will not be kept longer on that account, so all in all, perhaps we’ll be together sooner than we dared hope for. Also glad to hear you’re getting good food for a change. As to your going to the circus on April 27 (Friday!) I can’t get over page 5 the coincidence that you and Ronnie and I were all at the circus the very same evening. Isn’t that strange? Must have been mental telepathy. You mentioned not having heard why I didn’t go to Glenn Ellyn? I wrote and also enclosed Chamberlin’s letter telling of his renting desk space to a collection agency and therefore said he didn’t need any help because they were handling his calls and office work in return for the space. So you see there’s not much I can do about learning anything about his business. I can’t very well demand to work for him, or can I? He said this collection agency will move out when you take possession, according to a signed agreement. Did I tell you that Ama Lou Murphree (Ray’s youngest daughter) is working part time at A.J. Page 6 Smith’s office as a stenographer. Her husband is a captain, and in England, at present. The Murphrees are going to move to Tennessee to their farm there for the summer, as they closed up their poultry business the first of the year. This Ama Lou sounds about as scatterbrained as anyone I know, but guess she’s a college graduate and was a teacher at the time, boy, her conversation drives me bugs, as she talks so fast and giggles so much. She is very attractive, however. I was introduced to a woman (by Mrs. Page) who also works at Smith’s She said my name was familiar and asked if we had an account there? I thought perhaps she knew you, but she didn’t, as she hadn’t worked there at the time you were there. Page 7 Today is a cold, dreary, dark and rainy day. Has been raining continually all night and all day. Certainly is poor weather for May. I haven’t even had a chance to plant my garden yet, and that is bad. Mrs. Page quit her job at Palmer House Bookshop last Friday, so she’s home now and wants to help with the garden this year. She plans on looking for a job in Roseland in about a month, however. She didn’t like the idea of spending 50 cents per day for transportation downtown, and of course it takes time morning and night, too. She applied for a vacancy at Jostes Bookstore, but it was already filled. Martha called me this morning to tell me to put my radio on to hear about Germany’s surrender, but of course I already had. She told me they’d decided on a 5 room page 8 defense home to be built near 101st St. on South Park. She said it probably won’t be finished until [the] latter part of July, but that the new owners of their present home have to let them stay for 90 days, so hoped it would work out O.K. This weather is not exactly good building weather. They didn’t buy thru Murray as I had thought. Guess he just helped them locate the contractor, etc and as far as I know will not benefit by it one way or the other. I asked Murray a couple weeks ago if he’d sold anything and he said no. I then asked if he was getting paid for being at Smith’s on Wednesday. He said no, that he was just doing it to get the feel of sitting page 9 behind a desk again. I doubt if he were serious, as I can’t see him doing anything except for monetary reasons. Maybe I’m wrong. Of course it may be he’s looking for a spot to land when the war is over, and wants to have an "in" somewhere. You know, I s’pose, that Art Smith is in the insurance business for himself, now. I think his office is somewhere around 79th St. (I may be wrong). By the way - perhaps you can take over A.J. Smith’s when he dies, now that Art is out. Of course there is still Martha, I s’pose, and it’s more than probable that Art would return at his father’s death anyway. Sometimes I wish you hadn’t taken that option on the Glenn Ellyn place, as I doubt if I’ll page 10 like it there. I guess I still have a soft spot for the West. It seems when you live in or near Chicago you spend half your life commuting here and there, and things move too fast. It seems one never has time to enjoy just being alive. Everything is rush, rush, rush and[,] as you say[,] I need to get away from that and you, too. I think we’re both "bundles of nerves" and we’ll always be just that unless we go somewhere where the tempo is a wee, bit slower and we can enjoy ourselves as well as just think of money. After all one has only one life and it might as well be a happy one, as not. For example, Eleanor and Jack in Rkfd. She has never said anything to me, but I have heard page 11 thru her mother that she has a very lonely life, as her husband spends very little time at home and takes her practically nowhere, because he’s so busy every day and night with business associates, clubs, Chamber of Commerce meetings, etc. He even neglects coming home for dinner most of the time. It may be worthwhile for him being in business, and evidently enjoys it, but it sure is a h--- of a life for her. At least I know I wouldn’t be content, and expect more than just housework and waiting on my children out of being married. I want the companionship of my husband, too. Does that sound unreasonable? By the above however, I don’t mean I don’t want you having your own office, but just that page 12 you won’t become indispensable to that business and can have time off to enjoy your home and family. I guess staying home alone this past year has taught me that it is far from an ideal life and hope that this year will be the last. As for the bawling out I gave you about dining with the WAC, I wrote that I wasn’t serious, and as for threatening you that’s the farthest thing from my mind, as I have very little chance to step [out], with my household duties and also Ronnie, plus the fact that I don’t even have the inclination, as long as I have a husband of whom I am pretty fond. So darling let’s forget it and just keep dreaming of that day of your return which can’t be too far off, now. I love you and that should keep me going until then, I’m sure. Bye, honey, Mom and Ronnie ...

telegramfrom: WESLEY SHONKWILERto: ALICE RONNIE SHONKWILERdate (estimated) May 8, 1945 LOVE MY THOUGHTS ARE WITH YOU I WISH WE WERE TOGETHER ON THIS SPECIAL OCCASION. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 8th, 1945, Wednesday, V.E. Day, 10.35 p.m. Noteworthy: tale of a prisoner of the Nazi’s. My darling, Well honey, guess I don’t have to tell you what today means to Ronnie and me. If it weren’t for the fact that the war in the S. Pacific still has to be won, it would be the happiest moment in my life. But as it is, there is still that shadow to dim complete happiness. What celebrating was done was done yesterday, it seems, as today was comparatively quiet. Marge called this morning, and as she didn’t have to work, she and I and Ronnie went to the Nantucket for lunch. Murray had to work as all the employees had to sign a pledge to work several months ago. In fact, most defense plants did work today. Several closed yesterday, however, as altho it wasn’t official, it was rumored that the Germans had surrendered at least. At least now, that the war in Page 2 Europe is over, I can begin to plan on your coming home at least before this time next year, and that is something even though indefinite. I’m pretty sure you won’t have to go to the Pacific, or at least that is what the Red Cross seems to think. We had a nice lunch today, consisting of calves’ liver and onions, parsley buttered potatoes, corn, consomme, hot rolls, coffee, and raspberry sherbet. Marge paid the check, so I thought that was pretty nice. After lunch, we came home, and Marge cut out a purse and hat for herself. I’m going to make a set for myself, too. When we finished that, Edith Hays called and asked me to comb her hair for her, so I said, OK. And she came right over. She’d had it set and lacquered a week ago so you can figure out what a rat’s nest it was to comb. I managed page three to get it looking quite nice and she seemed very pleased with the results. I just can’t imagine how she could go a week without combing her hair. I know I couldn’t. After she left I loaded the lawnmower into the car and dropped it off to be sharpened on the way to Marge’s apt., as I was taking her home. When we got to Marge’s she asked if Ronnie and I would have supper with them. So we did. We had roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, Waldorf salad, corn, bread and butter, coffee and cherry pie, all very good. The beef was some Murray’s mother had canned and given to Marge some time ago. The stuff can’t be bought anymore it seems. We left there about 9:00 and came home and put Ronnie to bed. Page four, 12:00 midnight The pages just came home and we had some coffee and donuts. After all my eating today I’m terribly sleepy so guess I’ll retire and finish this letter tomorrow, darling. Ronnie was a pretty good boy all day today and was so tired that he fell asleep in a jiffy tonight. He had a busy day dining out with the women and then at Marge’s, he and Murray were looking at magazines. (Ronnie in Murray’s lap of course). When Ronnie does get stubborn, Murray seems to be able to handle him better than either Marge or I. Guess it’s that masculine touch. In other words, he needs his daddy. (As if you didn’t know that!) Good night now and I’ll write more tomorrow. Truth is, I just can’t Page five. wait to get to bed so I can dream of my honey. When you get home, I won’t have to hurry to bed, will I? On account of I won’t have to dream then. Wednesday, May 9th, 8:30pm. Here it is another day and still the same letter. (Guess I’m up to your tricks now.) I’m just dead right now and ache all over. I’ve been digging dandelions and weeds out of the front yard all day. What a job. You see it’s been so windy that all the seeds from the weeds in the vacant lot all have blown over to our lot and such a mess I’ve never seen. It’ll take me three or four more days of digging before I’ll be able to mow the lawn again. I got the lawn mower page six back from having it sharpened tonight. Cost $1.50, which is cheap in comparison to what most charge as this fellow does it at his home on 103rd near State Street. He’s a Hollander and told me tonight that his son is home on a 60 day furlough after spending five months in a Nazi prison camp. He was liberated by the Russians in January. He had lost 40 pounds but otherwise seemed okay and is regaining his weight slow but sure. After his furlough he will go to Miami and from there may be shipped to the Pacific. He had said that Nazi cruelty is all it’s cracked up to be. Again I thank God you were not a prisoner of war. I’m enclosing a clipping on Indiana and "Bo" McMatlan. Thought it might interest you. You’ll note page seven that torn corner on second page will be found on the back side of the first page. Or do you get what I mean? I had a letter from Eleanor Dlanky yesterday. I’ll enclose it with this if it won’t weigh too much. If so, I’ll send it in tomorrow’s letter. I’m packing another box to send you. I hope this reaches you now that you are finally settled for a change. I sent you a box of powders in the other day. Hope you get it okay this time. I’m not spending much this time as it hardly seems worthwhile when there’s so little chance that you’ll receive it. The can of fruit I’m sending costs 80 blue points, so you see it’s pretty hard for me to send canned goods now Page eight. adays. Fruit of any kind in cans is practically extinct anyway. Was lucky to get this. Ronnie told me today that you were going to take him riding on his sled and in an airplane when you come home. Boy, looks like you’ll have to really step when you get here. How will you take him sled riding if you should get here in July? Every day he picks me a bouquet of gorgeous dandelions and brings them in for me to put in a vase. One day he had 6 water glasses filled with dandelions lined up on my kitchen table. Oh well, guess taint every son who gives his Mom flowers at his age. We sure have fun. Good night sweetheart, and take good care of yourself. You belong to me, and I want you home safe and soon. Love, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Thank you for the sweet Mother’s Day cable, darling. The operator when she called, said it was from my son overseas. P.S. Wednesday I got a V-mail dated April 29th today. ...

telegram from: GEORGE W SHONKWILER to: ALICE SHONKWILER 1945 MAY 8 DARLING LOVE TO THE BEST MOTHER IN THE WORLD. WISH I COULD BE WITH YOU. ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 8 May 45, [Tuesday] France, 8 P.M. Noteworthy: (unique letter) Dad makes observations from Paris on VE day, including the mood of fellow G.I.’s. My dear Alice and Ronnie, La guerre est finie. Yes, the war is finished. Finished over here and for all the Europeans. There is much rejoicing and justly so because these people have been through a terrible ordeal. So have we and some of our boys are doing a lot of rejoicing and celebrating too. But mostly by the <? Com Z> troops. The combat boys, especially those who know that for them the war may be far from ended, seem to be taking things a little easy. And I have heard some few of them remark how unjust it all apparently is. We come all the way to Europe to settle their differences - at least put a stop to their fighting temporarily[,] and now that they are free and can begin life anew we have to travel to another part of the globe to settle someone else’s troubles - or are those ours? - I have forgotten. No, for many of us, today is just another victory with still many to go until the final one and this page 2 celebrating has not quite come up to expectations so far as I am concerned. As I told you in my Sunday letter[,] I was fortunate enough to be in Paris Monday and Tuesday May 7th and 8th. Just got back a couple hours ago. Had another very nice trip. Something new every time. This time, of course it was during the announcing of the war’s end. As soon as we got there one could sense the excitement in the air. Of course everyone knew the war was over and the official announcement of it was a useless delay in celebrating. It was going on Monday and lasted well into the nite. [I] suspect all nite and today has been just a continuation of the same only with more people involved. All stores were closed at noon and I think entire Paris was out on the streets. Peace was officially announced at 3 P.M. just as we had to leave. We left in a convoy of eleven trucks from Opera Square where the main celebration was going on and drove through the entire city with the streets lined with cheering people. You can page 3 imagine the ovation we received even though we had just been on pass. They didn’t know that or didn’t care. We were just a lot of G.I.’s in a group that was plenty cause enough. I was able to get a roll of film and took some pictures of the mob. I certainly hope they turn out. The day was warm and bright so they should be nice. Well my dear, I think this is one visit to Paris I shall never forget. Only wished my pass had been good for a day longer so I could have been there tonite. I can’t imagine what that place will be like tonite. We arrived in Paris about noon Tuesday. [We] Were billeted in the Grand Central Hotel. Had a very nice single room with water and a lavoratory. Had lunch and then bought tickets for the Casino Follies. Another fellow and I went. I was very disappointed as it was nothing more than a very high-class burlesque. Saw a lot of pretty girls with nothing on and plenty of nice scenery. That was about it. page 4 In the evenings I went to hear Major Glenn Miller’s band and that was a real treat. Even though he is still missing they still call it his band. The band consisted of forty pieces. The string section alone had twenty-five pieces. He had some good singers and about the best band I think I’ve ever heard. Far better than his civilian band. The show lasted an hour and a half. One half hour of it was broadcasting on the A.G.F. hookup. After that just loafed around watching the celebration. A little after midnight decided I had seen enough so went to bed. Today was just some more watching the celebration. I had sworn that when the war was over with Germany I would get drunk for my first time[,] but for some reason didn’t feel like it. Was content with wine and Coca-Cola. I know I’ll feel much better than some of the fellows tomorrow as a result of my slowing up. Maybe I didn’t quite get the right spirit but then maybe I’m just saving up for the real celebration when I know we can all go home and there is no more fighting for any of us anywhere. Maybe when that times comes I’ll be home and you and Ronnie and I can do our celebrating together on a really grand scale. After reading all I can about the announcement yesterday concerning how many are page 5 going to be discharged and who, I still am optimistic enough to think I am one of those who may have a slim chance of being sent home in six months or so. That seems a long time but when I realize I’ve been away almost a year now, six months more or less will go by too I’m sure. Of course I don’t expect the next six months to be anyways near so filled with action and excitement as the last[,] but I know I will be just as glad if it won’t. If I have something to do it can’t be too bad. I am sending you a number of papers I bought while in Paris. I hope you are keeping them. And this Red Cross thing is the tour I took when I was in Paris before. [I] Had intended sending this to you then but forgot. I also got a hold of some rather inexpensive handkerchiefs I am sending. Thought after you took what you and Ronnie wanted you might give one to Joan, Eda Mae, one to Bobby if you think he would like it, and if there are still any left then to any one you care to. Perhaps one to your brother’s little girl. They aren’t much but they still cost like hell. And by the way, wish you would tell me something nice you and Ronnie would like to have. Perhaps someday now things will loosen up a little and I can get you both something. I want to page 6 but it’s pretty hard to choose. Nearly every one here buys perfume to send home[,] but [I] know your dislike for that. So have refrained except for the bottle I already sent. Perhaps [I] should tell you anything in the clothes line is almost out of the question. [I] priced a black market silk slip for $90. Thought that was just a little too much. Also had in mind sending the Jostis and Holmes some little thing. Do the women like perfume? Let me know and perhaps some day before leaving I will accumulate enough money to buy something just to let you all know I have not forgotten you. Had the good fortune of meeting one of the fellows I trained with at Blanding in Paris. We came out together but were split up soon after landing in England. He is 35, married and one child. He told me [that] last August they put him, along with his whole company, in the glider troops. He has been on two missions, Bastogne and the jump across the Rhine. Plenty rough. Told me of a couple other fellows we trained with who got theirs before they even hit the ground. Boy, am I glad I never got put in with that bunch. He was another who didn’t see much use in celebrating. Thinks now he will head for the CBI in a very short time. <? Nice> isn’t it? Yet many celebrate. Well my dears, this is enough for this time. All my love to you both, and keep your fingers crossed. Daddy ...

v-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler France 9 May 45, 9:30 p.m. Wed. Noteworthty: Dad’s favorite actress: Irene Dunne. Dear Alice and Ronnie: Back to V-Mail and not much news tonight. Already things are pretty much back to where they were last week. As far as we in the Army are concerned there has never been a change. We work just the same. No extra time off and no celebrating except after hours. Of course there are a few <? inot> G.I. drink[er]s but as a whole nothing much more than usual. Just came back from seeing Irene Dunne and Charles Boyer in, [the show] "Together Again." Very good. Since Irene Dunne has always been my favorite Actress[,] I could put up with Charles Boyer. He was even better than usual. It’s very nice here tonite. Still very light yet and everything very peaceful and quiet. Too damn quiet - there isn’t anything to do and I’m afraid it’s going to be Like this <? shine> monotonous every day <? lafe> from now until no one seems to know. I am going to try to answer some more letters now so good night for now and how’s my little Ronnie tonite? All my love to you both, Daddy ...

v-mail from: Pvt George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler France 10 May 1945 Thurs. 10 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie: Just back from seeing Errol Flynn in something about Burma ["Objectve Burma!]. Can’t remember the exact name. Anyway, it was pretty good. Of course fighting, at least over here? isn’t exactly like that but it does look good in the movies and men get killed in both and that’s the same. The point system for going home was announced tonite but as yet none of us actually know how it is going to work. Guess we will hear all about it tomorrow. I’m either going to be pretty happy or pretty sad this time tomorrow. Either way I know there will still be a long wait before I finally get on that boat for home. <? It’s> been very nice here again today and now I think that summer has arrived for sure. And it is very nice. Reminds me any week of June weather back home. Wish I were there to enjoy a little of it. Looks very much like you are going to have to spend another summer without me being there again. Hope I get some mail some of these days. Love to you both, Daddy ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 11th, 1945 Friday, 11:00 P.M. Hello, honey, Just a short letter tonite. I spent all the day mowing, raking and mowing again on our front lawn. Also pulled weeds, etc. It looks pretty nice, except for a few bare spots (around by Judy during the winter). Now I still have the back yard - oh me! I also took care of Bobby this afternoon and he had dinner with us. This evening Mrs. Dixon took care of Ronnie while I went to the show all by my lonesome. Saw the movies "Mrs. Parkington" and "Destiny". I was so tired I fell asleep during Mrs. P. I got home at 11:30 and picked Ronnie up. He had slept in Dixons bed from 8:00 o’clock on. He had his pajamas on so when he got home he just stayed awake long enuf [enough] to say "Please bring Daddy back to Monnie and Ronnie" and went right to sleep again. Such a good little boy. I took a couple "snaps" of Ronnie and Bobby today. I hope they turn out, as I know very little about how to reset it for light, distance, etc. since we took indoor pictures. Did I tell you that Ronnie’s birthday pictures were a flop. I told Ronnie this A.M. that maybe he’d find Daddy in his <? sock> next Christmas and after breakfast he ran to Mrs. Page and told her he was going to get a Christmas. This <? 85> points system doesn’t sound <? very> encouraging. I figure you at 51 points. That <? makes> three more years before you’d get the 85. Am I <? all> wrong? I hope not. All my love, Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France Friday, 11 May 1945 6:30 P.M. Noteworthy: After Dad’s injury at Saar Lautern Germany in December, he was first taken to a hospital in Thionville France. My Dear Alice and Ronnie: Well the news is out and as you well know by this time it looks none too good for me. I figure I have a total of 48 points. And 48 points against the required 85 for discharge is some difference. Such is life in the Army for a year or two more. I still have one slim hope but am not counting very much on it. So far they have said nothing about what they are going to do with limited assignment class five men (class five is below army induction standards which is how I am classified at present). After today [I] think I’ll be very lucky if I can be sent back to the States for some job there. Have given up the idea altogether of being discharged until after Japan is departed. There is some good news though in that they claim all of us except army of occupation will be out of the E.T.O. [European Theater of Operation] by one year. Of course I can always be one of those kept for Occupation or could even be sent direct to the Pacific. Naturally I am not counting on either of those two things happening. Well now you see, as is typical of everything else in the army, we have learned practically nothing and are no better off than we were before. In fact there are many of us tonite pretty disappointed as now we know there is going to be very few discharged in the next few months. And a lot of us are in for a long trip and page 2 not toward home either. Censorship has been lifted somewhat and we can now tell where we are although I shouldn’t think in any case it would be necessary as I’ve told you in a number of ways. One of them you should have discovered. Anyhow I am at Compiegne, France, about 45 miles North East of Paris on the Oise River. It’s about thirty five miles South West of St. Quentin, where Al Evers is and about 50 miles from Rheims where peace was signed. I came through Rheims last December in the hospital train back from Thionville where I had been taken in an ambulance truck from Saar Lautern Germany [now Sarrlouis] after being injured. This city has about twenty thousand people during peace time and was the scene of some pretty heavy bombing and fighting. It was a German concentration camp and there were many collaborators here. We meet them on the street most every day. When the Americans took over last summer, the loyal French shaved the heads of the collaborators and many of them, especially the women, still are trying to get it to grow back long enough so it’s not noticeable. A lot of them cover it up with wigs. Our camp is located at one end of the city and is composed of a lot of tents, and all HQ’s men billet in residences. The residences are as nice as any in the city. Very large and expensive but old and not very modern when compared to our home for instance. However they page 3 are by far better than anything I have ever had in the ETO. I had a real land slide in packages today. Eight in all. One from E. Kuester, one from Gladys. And one from Gladys Scholl[.] All Christmas packages. Yours had the sweater, scarf, flashlight bulbs, candles. <? saudy> - five pacs of cigarettes and of course a lot of candy and other things. All in good condition believe it or not. Of course the things to eat were a little stale but those that are too stale will sell to the French. They won’t know the difference. And if I can’t use the money, I can always send it to you. The other packages were also mostly food of some sort and right this minute I have my duffel bag so cramped full of stuff that I can’t close it. A couple of the packages were pretty well banged up and had been rewrapped but what amazes me is that after following me around for ten months I have finally received them, at least some of them. Your Christmas packages were very nice[,] very much appreciated even though almost six months overdue. [I] Expect those from Dad and Norma soon now. They both say they sent me some. There’s still no mail though and I should be getting mail direct to to this address by this time. Oh well, eight packages should keep me satisfied for a few more days. page 4 I got paid a couple of days ago. A little over thirty dollars. Really thought I had more than that coming but then I have received four partial pays totaling eighty dollars since last Sept. and at $16 per month it doesn’t count up too fast. Anyhow I’m up to date once again and now don’t have any thing but the $16 per to look forward to. As I really don’t need it[,] [I] am sending all of it plus a little more that good fortune has placed in my hands, along to you. Seventy five dollars in all. Good fortune doesn’t always smile so nice but haven’t done so bad lately have I? Looks like I have to keep the home fires burning some way. This is about it for now. Peter the Doctor’s son, was just here and wants me to come over for a while. So having nothing better to do will see what he has in store. If I’m due to stay here for a while might as well cultivate this friendship a little. Who knows he might even be able to get me some film. Thanks very much again for the nice packages and I appreciate all that effort you must have put in wrapping the packages so nicely. How is everything at home these days and who is mowing the yard now? Isn’t Ronnie about big enough? Give my little boy a big hug and kiss for me and one for you too. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 12, 1945 Sat. Nite (late) Hye, Sweetheart, (Like that?) Today has been a very unexciting day. Spent most of the day cleaning house, etc. When Ronnie woke up at 4:30 this afternoon I told him we were going to a restaurant for dinner. On our way we stopped at Hayes’ for a couple minutes, and she asked us to stay there for dinner. Ronnie kept saying, "Let’s go, Mommy." And when they asked him if he didn’t want to stay for dinner, he said, "No," and pulled me towards the door. I told them we were going to a restaurant and when I promised Ronnie that, I have to go. They insisted we stop in later. When we got out to the car, I asked Ronnie, "Why didn’t you want to stay at Aunt Edie’s" he said, "I want to go to a restaurant to eat!" page 2 (Maybe he doesn’t like her cooking? - could be!) He sure likes to eat out, and isn’t going to be talked out of it. I know just how he felt, as I can remember how disappointed I used to be when you and I planned on Sat. night out, and someone would call and ask us to come over to their home instead. We ate at the Rose Bowl Coffee Shoppe. It’s just reopened. We had stuffed veal, mashed potatoes, lettuce, soup and pie. It was prepared "ala Italian style" with hot seasoning, so I didn’t really enjoy it. I’d been told how good their food was, but was sadly disappointed. (Guess I like the Swedish cooking best.) Or is it just that I’m getting used to my own cooking? Come to think of it[,] there are few Swedish foods Page 3 that I like. In fact we very seldom had traditional Swedish foods. Even when I lived at home, except perhaps on Christmas Eve while my dad lived, but not after that. Guess my mom believed in American foods while in America. I have yet to taste fried or roast chicken to compare with hers. Wish I had the knack. You mentioned my sending you some coffee for your French family. I bought a pound of Stuart-Ashley coffee tonite. You might explain that this particular brand was served exclusively throughout the 1933-34 Chicago’s World Fair. If you notice it only requires one heaping teaspoonful per cup of water, compared to a heaping tablespoonful required in other brands of coffee. I’ve used this brand, and it’s very good. I’m also sending a ready-made page 4 fudge preparation that you might give this family. Tell them to just add milk as per directions, also butter (if they have it), or margarine. It’s really pretty good and delicious if nuts are added. Besides this I’m sending a devil’s food (chocolate) prepared cake mix. It just needs water or milk added. I know you don’t care for chocolate cake, but they might, especially if sugar is scarce as it is here. I’m going to bake some cookies tomorrow, so we’ll enclose some if the 5-lb limit hasn’t been reached with the above-mentioned articles. If I remember I’ll enclose a cup of powdered sugar to make frosting for the cake, which can be made by melting butter and adding a little cream or milk until the powdered sugar, butter and cream is of a consistency to spread on a cake. Add a teaspoon vanilla if they have it, or page 5 a few drops of lemon juice to flavor. If you don’t give these things to your French friends, perhaps a fellow soldier can get his French girlfriend to prepare the cake and fudge for him. After Ronnie and I ate our dinner tonite, we went shopping for groceries, and found no meat again. When I got home Mr. Page gave us a steak, (free, and point-free) which he had gotten through one of the Root Bros. In fact he got 4 steaks and he gave me one, and his dad one and saved two for himself and Mrs. Page. Just goes to show you these Jews always managed to get meat point free. I’m having my steak for Ronnie’s and my dinner tomorrow. I s’pose I’ll eat it with a guilty conscience, as I don’t approve of black market stuff. I guess this is the first I’ve had, however. Page 6 I had 2 airmail letters (Dated May 1st and May 2nd, plus a Start and Stripes) and a V-mail dated May 4th, today. Not bad for one day and brightened an otherwise dull day. Certainly it is strange isn’t it, how a letter can do so much for a person’s morale, but it sure does. When we finished eating at the Rose Bowl[,] Ronnie insisted on going down to watch people bowl. I had a time getting him out of there. He just loves to see those balls roll up the alley and go "bang" when they hit the ten pins. He sure is all boy and no mistake. Was glad to see the excerpt from Glady’s letter and to hear she thinks I’m okay as Ronnie’s mommie. Did I tell you she called the other day and said she and Joyce may come in a couple of weeks. She said Art Hacker had been home on furlough and got married. Bye now, we love you, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Note Elinor’s mentioning my visiting her this summer. The funny part is getting this letter that day you mentioned my going there for a vacation. ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France Sat. 9 P.M. 12 May, 45. Dear Alice and Ronnie: Did pretty well this morning, five letters and three this afternoon. Another letter mailed May 5th, written May 3rd. But that is still about the best I’ve ever received and things are definitely getting better. I received a V-mail from Joan or from Edith and two of three pages of a V-mail from Tostis, the first sheet is still coming. One V-mail from you and two airmail. All mailed after April 21st. The one from you mailed May 5th is the first I’ve received direct to this address and now of course I expect to get them regularly along with the rest of my packages. Believe I have told you in a number of letters about the [former] prisoners I have seen in Paris and a few right here in Compiegne who have been liberated from the Germans and are home for the first time in many years. When I was at Dr. Poiri’s house last evening with Peter[,] his uncle who I told you about once before was there with his family. He was an officer in the French Army and was page 2 captured by the Germans in 1940. He has a very nice wife from Alsace and two girls - 5 and 9. He said the officers were treated pretty well but the others very badly. Even the officers got very little to eat. He is quite poor and looks much older than he is. However he doesn’t look nearly as badly as those I saw in Paris. As you say I am very lucky not to have been captured. With my stomach I couldn’t have stood much of that. However, I don’t think I was ever in much danger of being captured. Of course one never really knows how close he does come to missing such things. Jim Tostis’ letter was very nice. He remarks about back home being the "home of the brave and the land of the free." Well he should be in the army if he really wants to know what region in <? tation> is. Naturally where one is a civilian he expects certain freedoms from government control and the Lord only knows how much I’m going to demand freedom from government control over the private individual when I get home but I suppose as tough as it is a certain amount of what they are doing is necessary. I know you people are still far better off than these page 3 people are in the countries I’ve been in since coming over here. Heaven forbid that the U.S. should ever come to such as this. He also maintains the possibility of the three of us - he, Murray and myself going into business together when I return. Could be and then again maybe not. I’m not just sure yet what will happen when I get back. Anyhow after what we’ve been hearing the last few days guess I won’t have to do any worrying along that line until Japan is defeated. However that is just another reason why I had wanted you to get the low down on Chamberlin if possible before I return. I have definitely resigned myself for six months to a year more over here. There’s always a bare chance of course that fortune may smile on me but right now I see no indication of it. You see this depot is going to handle men coming back from the front on their way home and to the So Pacific and that means only one thing as far as I can see. And that is that it’s personal will be here for some time. I’m part of that personnel even though I am attached unassigned and carried as <? excess> personnel. I still have not entirely given up hopes though and I’m page 4 always looking for my luck to hold. It hasn’t treated me so badly so far. has it? Except of course with a few exceptions. One of your letters contained the letter from Catherine. Rather nice letter I thought. Of course she wasn’t saying anything I wasn’t already very familiar with. It’s nice having other people agree with me though. Your May 5th letter contained the pictures and I thought they were very good, especially the two colored ones. Guess you needn’t ever worry about me straying a little over here not when I have something like these pictures to tell me what I am waiting for back home. Even though it still may be a hell of a long time at least I am pretty sure of making it now, some day. [I’m] Certainly glad you got to take Ronnie to the circus. Guess we must have gone to circuses about the same time only some 4,000 miles apart. I really would have liked to have seen Ronnie. I can imagine how much enjoyment he must have gotten out of going. [I’m] Glad you received the money. Sent you some more in yesterday’s letter. Let me know when you receive it. [I] wouldn’t worry too much about spending some of it. That’s what money is for, you know. page 5 Hope I get those films soon. And send me as many as you can. It’s very difficult to find any over here. As for worrying about what I’ll be like when I get back, well only time will tell. Don’t imagine I’ve changed so very much. Older, yes - definitely in looks - actions, probably. On the other hand after living through all this I think I will appreciate some of the finer things of life a little more and that should help. I’m still pretty much my usual quiet moody type and I imagine you will not be able to change that. In fact would advise you not to try. As that’s part of me. I’m too old to be made over now. Glad to hear about your nice dreams. [I] Certainly hope that they come true and soon. It’s very warm here tonight. I’ve been sitting before our open French windows without a shirt on writing this. It’s now 10 P.M. and still quite light out. [I] Saw a fair show this evening, Jimmy [Donald ?] O’Connor, Jack Oakie, and some gal in the Maria han Family. [Bowery to Broadway ?] How is that Red Cross deal coming, if at all? All my love to you both forever, Daddy ...

V-Mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 13, 1945, midnight. Hello, Daddy, This is Mommie writing to Daddy on Mother’s Day. Aren’t you thrilled? I took Ronnie to SS [Sunday School] today and as today was Mother’s Day, the parents were to stay during Sunday School. The kids gave money last Sunday towards flowers to decorate the alter and what do you think, each mother was presented with a little potted plant by her son or daughter. Was Ronnie thrilled when he walked over to me with his present of a flower? He also presented me with a Mother’s Day card that they had made during Sunday School. So you see, honey, even though you weren’t here to give me flowers, Ronnie did instead. Mr. Page mowed half our back lawn today, but got so tired he gave up then. He said he’d finish tomorrow night if it didn’t rain. Today we had gorgeous weather, but it’s raining tonite and according to the radio, tomorrow, too. We had the steak for dinner that Mr. Page gave us last night - not bad! They got a chicken from their guest today, so they asked us to have dinner tomorrow night with them. Ronnie and I went to the State Theater after supper tonite. Saw "Ministry of Fear" and a <? gypsy> picture in <?Tearnisslor>. The Pages came down to visit when we got home. Good night, darling. Heard anything about coming home? Love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

V-MAIL from PVT George Shonkwiler to Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 15th May, 1945. Tuesday, 11 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, a little late tonight as there was an extra show downtown that I stayed for and am very sorry I did because it wasn’t much. Also saw Hollywood <? Cantan> for the second time. Probably wouldn’t be writing at all tonight except for the fact that I received another Christmas package from you today. This one contained the fruitcake and the carton of gum. I get my mail while at the office now. You can imagine how long the fruitcake lasted among these wolves. The piece I got was very good. The boys all seemed to like it very much. No letter again today and since I just about wrote myself out yesterday there wasn’t much news tonight. I think I wrote eight letters yesterday afternoon and I’m all caught up yet. Looks like things are going to get plenty <? minatonay> around here for the next few <? monthss>. Certainly hope some way <? gortane> will <? seaily> on me and I get shipped back to the states. Thanks very much for the nice package. And now I am off to bed. All my love always to you both. Daddy. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 15, 1945 Tuesday noon My Dearest Darling, Ronnie is standing beside me supervising. He says, "Are you going to write a letter to Daddy?" I said "Yes." And he replied, "Goody, goody." The other night while I was putting him to bed, and asked him if I should go to bed too, he said, "No, Mommy, you go write a letter to Daddy!" So in obedience, I did. So you see it’s Ronnie who tells me what to do, now that you’re away. Perhaps you’ll have a hard job getting your "boss job" back. He’ll probably rule us both - that is unless he gets some competition. I was just too sleepy to write last night, so today I’m not taking any chances, I’m writing before I get that tired. This rainy, cold weather we’ve had this whole past month is getting me down. Yesterday it rained all day and also very windy, with a 39 degrees temperature. Today it’s still raining and page 2 according to the paper will have 36 degrees temperatures tonite. Guess I’ll be paying high gas bills all summer at this rate. Besides damp weather is hard on my joints. Ache all over. Maybe with your sinus and my arthritis we’ll both have to go to Arizona. Ronnie’s playing "fire engine" and is making a noise like a siren. You should hear him - oh me! This weather is hard on him too, as he can’t play outside and therefore doesn’t get to play with his buddies, Bobby, Tommy, and Johnny. He has pretty much fun by himself, tho, as he has quite an imagination. He even pretends he’s playing with Bobby and keeps up a conversation for both. He was eating lunch yesterday and in response to something I said, he said, "I’ll knock your head to pieces," and I said, "What did you say, Ronnie?" He very quickly says, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it." You see Bobby and Tommy say things like that and of course Ronnie doesn’t quite. page 3 realize what he’s saying. One thing is for sure and that is that you don’t have to worry about his being a "sissy" as long as he plays with the boys. All in all, however, he behaves very well when he’s at home and seems to sense that he can’t act like he does while he’s playing. The Pages got a chicken from a couple who were visiting them Sunday and I was invited up to share it last night. I felt obligated, so I furnished a fruit salad and a lemon chiffon pie for the occasion. All in all, we had fried chicken, new boiled potatoes, gravy, corn, fruit salad, olives, rolls and marmalade, and lemon pie and coffee. It certainly tasted good to me, as I hadn’t had any fried chicken since several months ago. I understand they can be bought at black market prices of $1 to $1.50 per pound live weight. - Personally, I’d rather go without. After dinner, and putting Ronnie to bed we sat upstairs listening to the radio and we were all tired and all three of us page 4 dozed off. At 11:00, we had our customary coffee (and cookies) and I was in bed by 12:00 midnight. Besides baking pie yesterday, I baked cookies for my honey. I put each cookie in wax paper, then seal the lot in cellophane paper, with the iron and again put them in a box and wrapped them in wax paper. I’ll be anxious to know if they get there in good shape. - Let me know, as I won’t do it again if they’re spoiled when they get there. I also packed in the 5 lb box, 1 lb of coffee, 1/2 lb sugar and 1/2 lb powdered sugar, one box devil’s food cake mix, and in an eight ounce (first class package) I sent two rolls of #120 film and a box of Lux soap. You <?are> can’t send over 8 oz. by f1rst class mail. The 5 lb box pkgs. have to go by parcel post (4th class mail). When you give the French doctor’s family the coffee you can tell them that this page 5 Steward-Ashby coffee requires only a heaping teaspoon to a cup and also that this coffee was the coffee used exclusively throughout the Chicago (1933-34) World’s Fair and all its concessions. I hope they like it. I can send more coffee if you wish, but not sugar as it’s pretty scarce here too. Did you get any powders, yet? I hope so, as I’ve sent several boxes since you left. The last one only a couple of weeks ago. Hope you get them before you run out. I do think the Army should furnish them, however. I don’t s’pose you know anything definite on when you might get home? All I can figure is that you have 51 points, and at that rate you won’t be home for three years. I hope I’m all wrong in my figuring for once. Ronnie and I just finished our lunch, consisting of vegetable soup, crackers and lemon pie and milk. Yum! Yum! wasn’t it page 6 good? I’m thinking of going down to clean the basement this afternoon, but I dread the job. The floor should be scrubbed, too, but I guess I’ll let that go until warmer weather, so it’ll dry out better. The Salvation Army truck was just here, and I gave them some waste paper and a box of my old clothes. I may be sorry about the clothes, as if you’re gone 3 more years, I might need them. Oh well, I can always join a strip tease chorus! (Oh yeah!) I’d like to drive out to Rockford (if Mr. Page can spare me some gas) this week-end, but it’s so cold I probably won’t. I’d like to see Eleanor’s new baby boy and also Chuck’s daughters, as I haven’t seen them since November. That’s almost 7 months ago. Gladys is also coming in soon, so I’m wait[ing] page 7 to hear from her. I haven’t seen or heard from Marge or Murray since VE day. I guess it’s up to me to call them, as I was there last. Jim and Martha were here a couple Sundays ago, but I wasn’t at home. She called me after VE Day, however, and said they had decided on their new defense home. It will be nice having them in Roseland, if we’re still here in July. - I can dream, can’t I? Maybe you’ll be home in time for their "house warming." Who knows? Why can’t you start going to sickbay until they [are] good and tired of your ailments and send you home? It might work. Now that, that war is over I think any method of getting home would be cricket, as you’ve done your duty. Your health couldn’t stand the S. Pacific, anyway. I read where Olivia de Haviland is in a hospital with tropical fever because of entertaining in the South page 8 Pacific. I didn’t renew your subscription to the Tribune, as i’ve already spent money for two - 6 month subscriptions and you’ve only rec’d 2 issues, as far as I know. Let me know, however, if I should renew it again for you. Letter-450515 Fri Apr 11 23:01:05 2025 3 Well, guess I’ll stop now and get to work as it’s getting late. I haven’t had a letter from you since Saturday. Hope I get a few tomorrow - I hope, I hope, I hope! Bye now Darling, and say hello to your buddies for me, and a kiss for you alone. All my love and for always, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 16, 1945 12:00 midnight Hello, honey, How do I rate with all the French competitions. - No, forget it, don’t tell me, I might not like the answer? I see in the letter (dated May 5th) I rec’d today that you are planning (or rather were) a trip to Paris. Your letter was dated April 5th, but I gathered by things you mentioned that it was s’posed to be May 5th. For one thing you mentioned getting some letter from me dated April 25th and 26th, so guess even you make mistakes, and I had believed you invulnerable to such things. You mentioned going to Paris on a 2 day pass on Mon. and Tues. and as the letter was written on Sat. May 5th, you must have been in Paris on VE Day. I hope so, as that would be more of a thrill than in camp, or did they do much celebrating in Paris. I’m anxiously waiting to hear what you have page 2 to say since VE Day about your chance of coming home, etc. I’m enclosing a letter from Mr. Chamberlin and also a copy of one he’s already sent you to APO 176. Perhaps you’ll get this copy sooner. That lease business doesn’t sound very promising, altho, of course, the new owner may keep things as is. Then again, he might lease it to someone else or even tear down the bldg. Time will tell. When the weather turns nice (if ever) I may drive out to see him. The weather is still rainy and cold. It’s rained continually for weeks. The vacant lots next door look like a creek and already the mosquitoes are breeding a bumper crop. I haven’t done much today other than bake a butterscotch pie, which Mrs. Page and I just sampled with coffee an hour ago. Her husband is up on the North side playing poker with the boys and won’t be home till the wee page 3 hours. She went to church and came home about 9:30 and spent the rest of the evening with me. I’ve been sewing on a linen suit jacket to wear this summer. It’s red linen trimmed in white. I started it 3 years ago and just finishing it now. I’m digging up all kinds of old stuff and wearing them again, as I can’t buy any new. I don’t mind, as it’s fun to see what I can do on my own. It’s surprising how "necessity can be the soul of invention." It’s a good thing I had lots of clothes or I’d be out of luck. Murray stopped in tonight and we were talking about real estate, etc. He said we’d never get $14,000 for this house, as it’s the old houses that have gone up so terrifically and not the new. He also said that the high prices can’t be had after this year. He said with so many war plants laying off help and closing page 4 down, etc., that sales have already dwindled in the past 6 weeks. What he says may be true. It’s hard to know what to do now-a-days. Perhaps I should sell and move in to Mr. Chamberlin’s house and cook for them. Doubt if that would be very satisfactory however - if I could only cook! As for getting cash for the house. That’s easily done, as the people who buy could take a loan, couldn’t they? Or is this possible for the full amt. You see I’m rather ignorant on this business. I hope someday to have you teach me a bit about real estate, as I don’t want to be one of these wives who are entirely oblivious to how their husband’s affairs are run etc. I plan on being very "nosey." You don’t mind, do you? I’m willing to learn and that’s half the battle they say. Well honey, guess I’ll retire now and get some sleep. Bye, now, Love always, Mom and Ronnie P.S. I got a xmas package back today that was mailed last September and I salvaged some of it and will send it in a day or two. It sure traveled a long way. ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 16 May 45, Local 10 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad talks about Mom contributing to the war effort; and about his work; and about his conscience. My dear Alice and Ronnie: Was the recipient of a very nice twelve page letter today mailed May 8th from my honey. Seeing as how I have had no mail now for a few days this one came just about in time. It used to be, if I ever received any mail at all over a period of a couple of months or so, I was very happy but since I have settled down here I am beginning to expect something most every day. Of course I am disappointed quite often but then disappointments are right up my alley. Guess you are going to be in for one too from the sound of your letter today unless a miracle happens, and miracles don’t seem to ever happen to me. You see I fully expect now to be here at least another nine months as this depot is going to handle the men being evacuated. In fact I think it will be a miracle if I get home then instead of being shipped to the South Pacific. However, so far I am not thinking about the So. Pacific, just worrying about how I am going to put up with nine months or more of this. Since I already have ten months in here maybe the hardest are over at that and I know, as does everything, the time will somehow pass. page 2 I went to see Paul Muni and Merle Oberon in something about the life of Chopin [A Song to Remember] tonight. It would have been very good except there was something wrong with the soundtrack as usual only worse and I could only hear a word now and then. It certainly will be something to get back in God’s country again and be able to go to a movie where the seats aren’t so hard that you can hardly stand sitting down for a duration of the picture and the reels don’t have to be changed every twenty minutes and you can hear what the actors are saying and many other gripes, etc. In "Hollywood Canteen" last night I certainly got a laugh when that fellow said, "one thing in the service, we get the latest pictures first." I’ve been seeing pictures over here that I had seen as much as five years ago. Oh well, why kick, they are doing a pretty good job of providing entertainment for us at that. At least, much better here than I’ve found any place else in the ETO. [European Theater of Operation.] [I] never say much about my work because there isn’t much to say about it. Mostly I file correspondence all day - exciting. Ronnie could do the work I think - anyhow Bobby could. Of course, they say somebody has to do it so I’m the guy. However, the work the page 3 other fellows are doing is just about the same and they all seem satisfied so it’s just something else I’m trying to get accustomed to doing over here without straining my nervous system any more than necessary. You keep harping on the fact that you are not working. Still you tell me how hard you work keeping up the house, yard, etc. [I] Wondered what you would do with all that if you were working someplace. However to get you off the subject I’m going to say that you can now do whatever you think best. As for contributing to the war effort, that’s a lot of bunk. {I] Don’t think there would be very many people back home doing much work toward the war effort if they were paid in the same basis as we soldiers are. And don’t you ever let anyone tell you different. I figure I’m doing or having done enough in our family towards the war effort and as far as I’m concerned the job you are doing now is plenty toward this or any other war. One thing, if you do go back to work, under no circumstances do I want you to go back to Pullman or any other factory work. If Smiths paid anything I could very easily get you a job there if you wanted I imagine but if they still pay their girls like page 4 they used to I don’t know what good it would do you to work there. Still would prefer that you work something out with Chamberlin if you work at all if possible. If you should then find something wrong out there[,] that would be one sure way of <? groving> that up. The little we have out there now would be nothing to what could be lost. Every nite I think I will surely get around to writing some one besides your letter but here it is again nearly <? chow> and I have to shave yet. I owe letters to Murray, Tostis, Gladys and plenty others. Well most of those people either can see you or read the letters I write you so they can hear about me secondhand. That’s better than not at all. Besides I have very little to tell anyone anymore it seems. Didn’t hear much about Ronnie in that last letter[.] [S]uppose he is still very much the same and is his usual good little self I hope. Guess between the two of you[,] you’ve kept me out of a good deal of trouble. Whenever I feel myself weakening a little, I remember what I have back home and that puts an end to that. I seem to manage to have had enough trouble during my lifetime without having to be troubled with a bad conscience too[,] so am behaving. Good nite now and all my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 17 May 1945, 8:30 P.M., Thursday Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Another Day another Dollar, and Plenty of rumors. One that seems to be pretty straight isn’t at all good. That one pertains to our, including me, maybe, moving to where Sweeney has gone. And you know what that might mean. Naturally no one knows much for sure yet, and if true, just what all it will mean but we have definite ideas and they are not good. Otherwise this day has again proved to be a very uninteresting one. Very hot and with nothing to wear but ODs, very uncomfortable. I hate to think what this summer is going to be like with these wool clothes. Of course, I hate to think what the summer, fall, and maybe even much of the coming winter will be like over here. Right now, it seems one hell of a long time before I’ll be seeing a boat heading for New York. Well, enough for the present pessimistic side of my life. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get home again. But then I know I will someday. Talked to Al Evers today - Believe it or not. It was over the phone. Some way he had gotten permission to call me from St. Quentine. He wanted to know if I couldn’t come there this page 2 week-end as he couldn’t go to Paris. He told me there was an ambulance going from Campiegne to St. Quentine daily that I could ride. Told him I would come there. But now I’m not so sure. When I asked for a pass this evening I was told that passes were only issued to Paris except for furloughs. However I was told I could talk to the C.O. tomorrow about it so maybe [will] still get there. Certainly hope so as we are so close it would be too bad not to be able to see him. Since I thought sure I could go there[,] I didn’t try to talk to him about anything else so I really don’t know much else about him. Maybe will have a lot to report in a couple of days. Didn’t get any mail today so from that angle the day was a total failure. They claim here that a couple boats of mail had to turn back so that may be the reason for it being so scarce around here right now. Plan on doing a little more writing to some of the others tonite so yours is going to get cut a little short. Received the pictures back today that I took in Paris. Not very good but might give you some idea of what I saw. Well Ronnie ole boy do you recognize your Daddy now? He’s getting to look like a pretty old Daddy, isn’t he? All my love to you both, Daddy. ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 17th, Thursday continued page 2 Hello again, honey. Our son also helps me wipe dishes every meal and put silverware and some dishes away in proper places. He also can undress himself and put on and button his own pajamas at nighttime. Sometimes he gets them on wrong side out, but that’s immaterial to him. He also thanks me for the nice dinner or breakfast and so on after eating and of his own accord. He’s just too intelligent for words. And of course, he still says his prayers every night and to God bless Daddy and Mommy and to bring Daddy back to Ronnie and Mommy. Judy is still around and I’ve been watching her figure with an eagle eye ever since the day Ronnie let her out and I was unaware of her being out. She certainly looks husky and I have my suspicions, but I do hope I’m wrong this time. She’s certainly "sowing her oats" since you left. No letter from you today. I’m still repacking your Xmas box, which was returned to me yesterday. May get a chance to send it tomorrow. Also, an 8 oz. pkg I have for you, which I hope will arrive in time. I stopped in to see Marge this afternoon as she’s going to be home until Mon. after having had a tooth pulled. She paid $60.00 to have it pulled. Imagine? Must be a <? nice> job. Love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

V-Mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 17th, 1945, midnight, Thursday page 1 Hello, honey, Just a short note tonight as I’ve been tearing around today paying bills, etc. And I’m sort of tired. I paid, as follows: water-$5.06, gas, $ 15.00, Ronny’s insurance-$44.81, Van Hermann’s (powders) $3.00, renewal drivers license, $1.00. About my whole month’s allotment in one day. How am I doing? Sure glad I got those money orders, or I’d be sunk. I only hope you’ll be home before the second installment of taxes ($102.00). When I tell you about paying bills, etc., I don’t mean to complain, but just think it might interest you to know how my money is spent, etc. I haven’t bought a stitch of clothes, but would sure like to own a nice black suit someday! I’d love to have used that $50.00 Mother’s Day gift for that purpose, but know that would be silly, as it’s better to pay my bills at present. I’m too d--- sensible, I guess! Did I tell you I don’t need an automatic toaster, now? You see Ronnie sits beside the toaster and keeps repeating, "toast is burning, toast is burning" from the time I put the bread in until I take it out. Just can’t burn it anymore. He might as well earn his breakfast. Bye now, see you next page. Love always, darling, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 18 May, 45 7:30 P.M. Friday Dear Alice and Ronnie: Received a very nice birthday card today plus another long airmail letter with another enclosed that you had written me last October 23rd and had been returned for some reason. I can’t figure out why they returned so many of my letters. The address was correct. Your airmail was mailed May 10th and of course that is not bad service although it was written May 8th. Guess you still forget to mail them once in a while. The birthday card was very nice. [I] Thought I had told you that I received both your Christmas cards and the Easter card about a week or so ago. They were nice too, even though they did arrive a little out of season. No fault of ours though I know. I finally was able to get a pass to San Quentin for tomorrow and Sunday. And if all goes well will spend those two days with Al. I think I will ride on a GI truck that I was told was leaving at 8 A.M. tomorrow. It will seem pretty good to see someone I know again although I really don’t know him very well. I guess you know more about him, and Mrs. Evans too, than I know about Al. Anyhow we will get a chance to see how the other lives and exchange gossip. Wish I could get a chance to meet Dick too. Still can’t understand why I’ve only received the one letter from him. Surely would like to know where he is now. page 2 As for my birthday present, go easy. There is very little or practically nothing I want over here now that I can’t get except a discharge or a ticket home. If you could send me either one of those then get it on the way at once. Otherwise, better save your money. And by all means save your points. I am now getting plenty to eat and the food usually is not bad. In fact I’ve been eating so much lately that I have been neglecting getting up for breakfast. The job I have doesn’t call for any exercise, and no exercise means no great demand for a lot of food. I don’t believe I’ve gained much weight though. Still around 148 pounds. You talk about it being nice if you know when I was going to get home. Well it’s sure as hell would from my angle too but I’m growing more pessimistic daily about my getting home at any early date. I feel certain I’m good for at least nine more months here and then the Lord only knows what will come after that. The only consolation you can get from this is that I don’t know anything for sure and your guess is as good as mine. The army does very funny things at times. One thing I know for sure, regardless of the Red Cross, and everyone else, as long as the army thinks it can use you in any capacity in any place that’s just where you are likely to be sent regardless of individual circumstances. The only sure way would be to have Japan give up and personally that’s a bit too much to hope for just yet. Maybe not for a long time. page 3 Oh well as all things must, there will be an end to all this someday and then when we are both old and feeble we’ll be able to be together again. It’s really not going to be that bad my dear, but sometimes I get to thinking it might. Especially when I think now that it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen either one of you and a year right when Ronnie should have his Daddy home most. It has been very warm here the last two weeks but late this afternoon we had a pretty hard rain and tonight it’s nice and cool. Looks like I might have good weather for my trip tomorrow. These surroundings here are really quite nice. We are right on the edge of the forests of Compiegne and even in the edge of the city here there are many large trees, also [a] lot of flowers. Especially roses. They have the largest rose bushes I have ever seen. The building I work in is a large three-story affair. I work on the second floor and right outside our window is a large rose bush blooming. We had all the white roses we wanted for Mother’s Day and all we had to do to get them was to open the window and cut them off the bush. There are plenty of red roses just the same too. Well my dears, I have lots to do yet tonite to get ready for my work week-end so that’s about it for now. How’s my little Ronnie tonite and my dear little boy[,] when I get home I’ll take you sled riding, airplane riding, and every other kind you wait and see. Love, Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 19, 1945 Sat. Nite Noteworthy: Mom complains about too much rain in Chicago. Hello, honey, Guess I have to make up for yesterday, tonite, as I didn’t get a chance to last nite, on account of I was too sleepy. In fact I’m still sleepy. I finished making my red linen jacket yesterday, and last night Ronnie and I rode out to Rogers Park with the Pages to see her dad and sister. They bought Ronnie and me our dinner on the way out, which was kinda nice. We visited there until 11:00, eating ice cream, etc, then started for home and it was midnite when we got there. Today I cleaned house, as usual, and late this afternoon Ronnie and I went to the Tea Garden restaurant to eat our dinner. We had soup, beef chop suey, rolls and coffee and ice cream and milk. Very good, too! All this for 89 cents. page 2 I did some shopping after that, and then we stopped at the Hayes’ to give Joan a birthday present. We didn’t stay long and after I put Ronnie to bed I went upstairs for coffee, and from there I came down to write to you. I bought a little knit cotton suit for Ronnie tonight. It’s aqua blue with a little red felt frog perched on the front of the blouse. It’s so cute on him and he’ll wear it to Sunday school in the morning. This going to Sunday School really takes clothes and no fooling. Most of the kids are dressed so cute and of course our son can’t go in rags, either. He’s getting to be a little "Beau Brummel." I had two V-mails dated May 9th and 10th from you yesterday and two airmails dated May 6th and 8th today. You asked me what I’d like to have from Paris in one letter. That’s hard to say, as it page 3 seems everything is so high there. Do they have anything in the way of luncheon sets, (tablecloth and napkins) or anything of that kind? Or are these terribly high in price, too? You also mentioned not sending me perfume because I disliked it. You must have misunderstood, as I think I said, I disliked it used in excess, or cheap perfume. I do like, or would like the "Imported French perfume." - mmm! There is a "Chanel" (Chanel No. 5) which is s’posed to be very good, or anything else you want to get is O.K., too. I’m sure both Marge and Martha would appreciate some too, if it isn’t too expensive for you. You said American money can be sold for double to the French. Perhaps I should send you some, so you can double mine! However as it’s illegal, you’d better not! page 4 I’m going to see Muriel tomorrow over on the North side, and Ronnie is going to stay at Dixon’s for the afternoon. He’ll like that, as we’ve had so much rain and cold weather that they haven’t gotten together much lately. Today for a change was a nice day. Perhaps, eventually, we’ll have summer - who knows? It’s rained almost every day for the past couple of months. I’m sure sick of it. I sent you an 8 oz.- 1st class pkg. tonite. I hope you get it, and I also hope you’ll like its contents. I’ve been waiting all week to send the pkg, as I meant to enclose some "snaps" we took last week and Sunday. I got them today, and not one out of a roll of film turned out. I guess the camera is still set for indoor pictures and I don’t know how to reset it. I’m going down to Madsen’s and get some information next page 5 week, as film is too precious to waste, now-a-days. I’m glad to hear you got to visit Paris on VE Day, as it must have been quite a thrill. I’m glad you stayed sober, as no telling what you’d do drunk. They say even the nicest people go astray in that condition. And as you say, the war in the EAST has yet to be won before anyone can really rejoice whole- heartedly. Besides I want to do the celebrating with you when you get home. Hope it won’t be too long now. Goodnight, honey, and lots of Love, from Mom, Ronnie, and Judy. P.S. I read Murray’s letter from you, and what do you mean that I give you biased political news? I didn’t realize I had mentioned any views in that line. P.S. I haven’t received the package you mentioned sending me and Ronnie, either. When did you mail it? ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France, 20 May, 45, Sunday, 9:30 P.M. My Dear Alice and Ronnie Returned about about 4 P.M. today from a very nice trip to St. Quentin to find a couple nice letters, three packages, and a box of powders. So my weekend has been very good. Also received an April 11th letter from Dick - my second - he is now in Germany[,] a letter from Forrest and one from Betty Morrow mailed way last October. I wonder if all of them ever will catch up. A letter from Norma with pictures of the family. And they’ve grown like hell in four years, and a V-mail from you plus the two airmail. The latest which was mailed May 13th and contained Eleanor’s letter including the part you so very rudely marked out. The next time either do a good job or not at all as that that I could make out only leads me to think plenty about what I couldn’t read. As for telling me what it was after the war, well anything I can’t be told now I don’t want to be told after the war - and don’t let that be giving you any ideas. I caught a GI truck here Sat about 8 A.M. and arrived in St. Quentin a little before 10. Had no trouble finding the hospital or Al. Having had some page 2 experience in <? roaming> back in England of <? knowing> about where to go. We finished the morning talking. Had lunch and then some more talking Al offered to take some more x-rays of my head and seemed anxious to do it so finished up the afternoon in the x-ray room. He had taken the afternoon off. By the way[,] they have real American ice cream and <? core lda’s> there and we spent a large part of the afternoon consuming my first real ice cream since leaving the States. After <? having> chow, washed up a bit and then more ice cream. Since it started to rain hard about that time[,] we had more ice cream. Along about 8:30 P.M. it quit so we went out to see the bright lights of the city. That was very short-lived as that damn place closes up like a clam at ten P.M. And around here at ten PM it is still daylight. Add a couple beers and a cognac in some sort of a nite club before ten however. After that walked around for about an hour and went back to the hospital and bed. Al had to work this morning. So I slept until 9 A.M. then went over to the x-ray room to see how my films turned out. His boss is a very nice Major and he read the films for me. Of course the small piece of shrapnel is still there page 3 and my sinuses are still badly infested he says. However [he] didn’t seem to think there was anything serious. Hung around until lunch time and shortly afterwards triedy to find a ride back to Compiegne. Had no luck, so decided I’d better get out on the road and hitch a ride as my pass was up at 6 P.M. Waited about an hour before a convoy going to Paris picked me up and brought me back to camp. Tonight after the chow heard there was a very good movie down town[,] so saw H. Bogart in, "To have and to have not." Very good indeed. Al really looks good. Much better than I had remembered him and he certainly has gotten a better break out of the army than I have in every respect. Why I don’t I know. Guess I’m just a poor soldier. Well I’ll never makes a good one that’s a damn cinch. Anyhow, he is now a T/5 and says he’s bucking for a T/4 and he is. And since it looks to me like the Major likes him I think he’ll get it. He says their T.0. calls for five T/4s and there is only one now so he has an excellent chance. However, if he has to go to the S. Pacific and I don’t, he can be a Colonel and <? I am> still a private and I wouldn’t care. page 4 They have taken over a French school and are making it into a hospital. It is operating now but they still have a lot of work to do. They live in tents which is not too nice but he seems to be working with a very nice bunch of boys and I’ve said before his boss the Major is O.K. It definitely pays to be attached to an outfit. You get to know fellas and you get a chance for promotion. Knocking around like I have had to do, through no fault of mine I don’t think, has prevented me from doing either. It’s no wonder I don’t think much of the army. He had a snapshot taken of us together and he promised to send you one. Dick’s letter also told me about the good deal he is getting so all in all I feel pretty damn low in some respects tonite. He is on detached service to the Special Service Station of the 9th army H.Q. And is supposed to be an accountant along with three others for the army post exchange. Doesn’t know himself how he ever fell into that but it really is all right. He is now in Germany, still in general assignment, and doesn’t know what’s going to happen to him. Neither do I. Doesn’t sound like we will page 5 have much chance of seeing each other as he doesn’t think he can get to Paris and I know I can’t go to Germany unless we are all sent there. News came out today that the 15th Army has gone to occupy Germany[.] So that’s that. However, it’s still pretty well known around here that the 16th Depot is going to handle the returning troops and if I’m kept with them - which I expect - it means at least nine months more over here for me. Life is wonderful, isn’t it? As long as I have to be here though, this is really a good spot, and except for not being assigned to a unit, I couldn’t think of anything better. We have a number of things better here than Al has where he is[:] Lodging, food, although he says their food is usually very good and better working conditions, and better pass privileges. Compiegne is not near as large as St. Quentin but at least we don’t roll up the streets until 11 P.M. Two of the packages, plus the powders, of course, were from you. The powders had one pkg of cigarettes. Also received a package from your brother. All of the packages were real old. Mailed way last fall, and pretty badly banged up. Your page 6 brother’s had been rewrapped somewhere along the line. It had also gotten wet and everything was spoiled. I had to throw it all away much to my sorrow. One of your packages was in fair shape. The ones with the two tins although the fruit cake and <? cod> the candy bars that <? laesthid> it were spoiled. The cookies were still all right, and we have been eating them all evening. Part of the other package was also spoiled but the cured meat and sardines, of course, were all right. I don’t like either, but they are worth plenty to the French, so you needn’t worry. You will get that back in the form of dollars also some of the other stuff. And what do you mean give food to the French. We’ve already given enough to the French. They pay for everything they get from me. Where in hell do you think I’ve been getting all the money I’ve been sending you? I don’t figure any of us owe the French or anyone else over here anything. I’m enclosing Forrest’s letter although know I probably shouldn’t as all these remarks about you may get you to thinking bad things. However, you see I’m taking the chance. Would send Norma’s pictures too although imagine she has sent you some. If she has not[,] will send page 7 these as you might like to see what her family looks like. She really has a nice family. Certainly hope we get our chance at such things. And soon for more reasons than me. I’ve already waiting one hell of a long time for a little loving. And I feel right now like I could stand a whole lot of it. Must close now, my dears as I still have to wash and shave and it’s 11 P.M. So now until the next time, all my love to you both. And remember when you go to all those nite clubs, that it’s easy to resist to temptation but might prove damn hard getting over the consequences. I really don’t think you need the advice, though. Daddy. ...

Card from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 20, 1945 (cover page) Here’s to Happy Landings Dad (center page) In everything you try Here’s happiness on Father’s Day For "A-Darn-Swell-Guy" Love from your son Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 21, 1945 Mon. 10:25 P.M. Noteworthy: Mom attends a dance. Mom thinks about grandchildren. Mom adds up Dad’s points, gets 53. Dearest, Seems a long time since I’ve written you, but I wrote Saturday night, so guess I only missed last night, after all. Yesterday morning (Sun.) Mrs. Dixon called saying she’d decided to start Bobby in Sunday school, so said she’d take Ronnie. I hope she continues because in this way we can change off and we’ll only have to get dressed to take them every other Sunday. They’re in different classes in Sunday school and that’s a good thing, as otherwise I’m afraid the teacher would have no peace. On Sun. afternoon, I went to the North side to see Muriel. The Dixons kept Ronnie and he and Bobby went to the ball game with Mr. Dixon at Fernwood Park after their nap. I rode on the subway for the first time, altho it’s elevated after 22nd St. Page 2 I believe. I got to Muriel’s hotel about 1:40 and while there she gave me a glass of wine to drink while she dressed. From there we went out to eat. I had a very nice dinner for $1.35, consisting of a slice of roast prime ribs of beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, shrimp cocktail, creamed chicken soup, apricot and cottage cheese salad, coffee and chocolate cake. Sound good to you? It really was, altho I was also very hungry, too, which might have made it taste better. After this we stopped in the Aragon to hear Art Kessel. It was a matinee dance and not very crowded. Muriel didn’t feel good and had a headache, so we didn’t stay long. I think I danced five dances in all. One with a civilian (looked like Sonny Tufts and could have been as he is in town for a band rally). I doubt it, however! I danced two page 3 dances with a discharged New Guinea war vet, and two dances with a South Pacific vet (he had been in 5 yrs.) who had a battle star and was home on furlough. Muriel also danced with a discharged vet who was dying to spend some money and have some fun. He wanted both of us to go to the Chez Peree with him, but we refused. We left the dance all by ourselves and went to a tea room for some cake and coffee. After this we went back to the hotel for a while and I headed for home before 9:00 o’clock. Then is when I got in trouble! I was reading a magazine on the train and went past Rudolph and State as far as 3100 South, when I "came to," I got off and took another "El" back. To make sure of getting off this time I asked an elderly man sitting nearby to let me know when we got to Randolph. Well, he page 4 as well as I, didn’t know that the train stops at Washington, so before long I was as far as Grand Ave. I couldn’t get off until Clark and Division, so, I waited, got off and took another train back to Washington. What a life! Never again will I go North. Mariel still maintains she prefers a career to marriage, (unless she can have both, of course). As far as I can see, she’s no closer to either career or marriage than when I went around with her five years ago. She is working for a Dress Co., now, but I should think if she’s interested in designing, etc., now is the time to try it, if ever, but I doubt whether she’s very ambitious as far as her career goes. Another thing, living alone in a hotel room sounds very uninteresting to me. I have to have more than that, as hotel rooms page 5 are none too cozy. I’ve never had to live in one room, I s’pose that’s why it would get me. Before I go any further I must tell you that I got a letter dated May 11 and your $75 money order. It certainly is welcome, as now I feel pretty confident I’ll be able to pay the Sept. real estate tax. By the way, do I have to pay a premium for auto insurance soon? Let me know, as I’ve forgotten the date I paid it last year. You really must be holding your own in these "games of chance." We also finally got the box you sent. Ronnie’s wooden shoes almost fit him (just a little large) and you should have seen him grin while trying to walk in them. It was a sight for sore eyes. they’re certainly cute. The racing car you sent hasn’t been out of his sight since it came, except when he went over to Bobby’s page 6 house late this afternoon and I wouldn’t let him take it along. The little whistle or Jew’s harp (or what is it) we haven’t been able to work. Are you s’posed to blow on it, or what? Thanks so much for the lovely brooch, bracelet and cologne and money. I’ve been so excited about our gifts all day, I just can’t think straight. The brooch is a beauty and the safety clasp on it is very different than the ones on our pins. I think it is a better class than they put out here. I notice the flowers painted on it are done by hand, so it must have cost you pretty penny. I like this French bracelet much better than the English one, as it is made very much stronger. I’ll wear this all the time. I had to give up wearing the English <? cain> [chain] bracelet as the soldering of the links kept coming apart and I was afraid I’d lose it. page 7 Someday I hope (in our new home) to have a curio cabinet and just think how nice all these souvenirs will look in it. I’m saving everything, as perhaps our grandchildren will have cause to be proud of these mementos, too. I appreciate everything so much, knowing how painstakingly you must have shopped to get us all these nice gifts. I’m so glad to hear you’ve finally received a few xmas boxes. Eight of them at once was quite a haul. Even "Christmas in May" must be rather nice. It seemed like Christmas even to me, getting your box today. What do you intend doing with the sweater and scarf? maybe you’d better keep it, as you may need it if you’re still there next Fall, and it seems that you will. By the way, didn’t you figure page 8 your points wrong? Aren’t you s’posed to have 5 points for your Purple Heart and 10 for the 2 battle stars. You had listed only 10 points for 2 decorations. it should have been 15 for 3 decorations. You also had 2 pts. for each month overseas when I understood it should be only one for each month overseas and one each month for each month in service. If you’re right about the 2 pts. for overseas service, I figure your total, including Purple Heart and 2 battle stars should be 53. How I hope you’ll be home very soon, as 16 months is too long for any groom to be absent from his bride. Regardless when you get here, I’ll still be awaiting, so bye now, and keep your chin up, too, Love, Mom and Ronnie PS I mowed the back lawn today. It was over a foot high as it’s been raining for weeks and weeks. PS The weather was about 84 degrees today and sunny but oh such a wind like a tornado tonight and raining again of course. ...

letter from: PVT George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France, 22 May 1945, Tuesday 9 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad evaluates his room mates and himself My Dear Ronnie and Alice, For a change just back from a show and getting wet. The show "Bowery of Broadway" was pretty good, but I got caught. Went without a jacket or a raincoat and ten minutes walk in this rain doesn’t exactly lead to me keeping dry. And this damn paper the War Department puts out is lousy. Guess I’ll have to write my Senator. Who in hell is he anyway? Didn’t write you last night because didn’t have anything new to write about after a long letter the night before, and again, no mail so decided to try and catch up with some of the others. However didn’t do any good job as the fellows got to arguing in the room and I wasn’t much in the writing mood anyhow. Did get a letter off to Claude thanking him for his package. The arguing got so bad as the evening progressed that even though I’m not an argumentative person, gradually I had to get into it. One thing lead to another and before we knew it we had a regular round table discussion about a little bit of everything that led us way into the night. We have a rather mixed bunch here in this room. There are only seven at the present. page two One man was transferred this week and two others some time ago. Of the seven left we have one college graduate besides myself. He’s a man a couple years older than I and a back Sgt. Works the same building I do. Married, no children, used to be a automobile salesman or dealer and has a little money it seems. He’s quite a playboy at times, not too much in love with his wife. Apparently smart and pretty well versed on many subjects. Finally keeps pretty much to himself but occasionally, when he’s had a couple drinks too many, will break down and sorta let himself go. He’s had rather an interesting past. But not a very bright future at least from my point of view. Another Sgt, a T/4 is a young fellow, was going to college when drafted. Six feet four, good looking too many a woman, I guess, quite a wolf and a pretty smooth lad. He works across the room from me doing practically the same work. Although he does type. He is engaged to a gal back home, practically to one here in Campiegne and two of these others along the line. He speaks a little French, has nice brown eyes and with his physique what more can I say. Once in the while he does get serious and shows good intelligence. He was or says he was an assistant manager of a telegram office when he worked. The only other fellow in the room, married and having children is also the only other combat man in the room Page three. besides myself. He is 31, was wounded in Germany around Aachen, is now in limited service due to psycho. Although not very bad case, he also works where I do. As far as I can determine is playing fair with his family and is a pretty good boy. Was a high school teacher and worked a grocery store back in Iowa. He’s a private as is all the rest of us. He’s been put in Category four and slated to go home some day. And by the way I’m in category three and slated to go anyplace as far as I know. Oh yes both of the sergeants are from N. Carolina. So <? ones> believe me <? Jew> pair N. York. He works in the post office and is rather quiet. But a Jew in action. He worked in the P.Office in civilian life. Really not such a bad fellow but his nationality gives him two strikes to start off with. He is single, that’s about all I know about that end of it. We have another fellow we call Bill who still keeps me guessing. I think he is Polish. Certainly acts like one. He’s the boy that has a strategic job as far as we are concerned. He prints all the special orders. Hence <? has> advance information at times. He’s married. No children. Doesn’t play around much. But occasionally he lets himself go and then he really goes. Wine, liquor, Women, and song. Our boy Junior, the kid of the bunch, is from Rockford but you shouldn’t brag. He’s <? une> to bright a page four non-battle psycho and just an ordinary every day, a little low average intelligence American boy. Is true to some gal back in Rockford and works in a supply warehouse here. Then of course there’s yours truly. Just another soldier anxious to get home after seeing and being in everything He ever wants to in this or any other war. Average intelligence, a little better than average worker than the army has around here - maybe should say a little more care <? sauntiaes> very true to his family, hence a little slow in the eyes of many, hasn’t made many real friends because Of these reasons and then the natural barrier he seems to put around himself for some ungodly reason however not too badly liked I hope. Married damn near thirty four and has one very nice child I hear. Also have heard a few nice things about his wife. That in short is the guys I am at present living, eating, working and sleeping with. Not too bad and not too good. but we usually get along okay. Received some old V-MAILs from you today. One <? frish> one dated May 8th. And another Christmas package. This one had the can of meat, can of apricots and the box of candied peanuts which the boys at the office made short work of. The package had been rewrapped but everything was still in good shape. Thank you very much. Looks like I’ll get most of them yet before something happens Page 5. to cause me to move. There are still many rumors, a few facts here and there, some are very good as far as I am concerned and today a rather unexpected fact, but nice, which I’ll be able to tell you about in a day or two. No it has nothing to do with me coming home, so don’t get excited. In fact I wouldn’t get excited about me coming home for some time yet because it doesn’t look good -- definitely. You know what me being in category three means. It’s either here or there. Here means at least nine months I figure and maybe a year and there means one to two to three years. And so on. Nice isn’t it. Maybe for some but I don’t think so. Okay well. There is still nothing definite so there is still slight hope. One thing I know, I’m not in Category four for discharge. So I guess you had better start praying for the Japs to give up. And quick. Well my dears that’s about it for tonight. Glad to hear you are both still okay. Certainly wish you could find someone to mow the yard for you. How’s the victory garden. Plant plenty of corn and tomatoes, who knows, even the army does funny things. Anything is possible you know and I like both very much. All my love to you both. And keep hoping and tell Ronnie to keep asking for daddy to come home. Daddy ...

V-emailfrom: Mrs. G. Shonkwilerto: George W. ShonkwilerMay 22,’45Tuesday, after midnightNoteworthy: average May temperature in Chicago, 52 degrees. Darling, I’m writing only a V-mail tonight, ’cause my arms and hands are so sore from digging dandelions and mowing the back lawn yesterday. I also feel a sore throat coming on. I’m in bad shape, aren’t I? You mentioned in a letter that I had money in the Pullman Bank in my name. If you remember correctly, I drew it all [out] when you were home in July and it helped pay our income tax and real estate taxes at the time. Today, however, I deposited the $75 money order, so I’ll have it for Sept. taxes. I also ordered a wagon 26 1/4 x 14 inches (with steel wheels, rubber tires, and steel axle) for Ronnie today. I felt he should at least have one outdoor toy, cost $8.23 and will be delivered Sat. I got it instead of buying myself a Mother’s Day gift. He should have a tricycle too, as the one Gene gave him doesn’t steer right and is too big for him. He’s the only kid who doesn’t have a wagon and tricycle in the neighborhood. For my present I may buy a set of breakfast dishes, as I hate the chipped ones we have now. Do you mind? See you next page. Bye now, Love, Mom and Ronnie. Next page. Tues. May 22,’45. Page 2. Hello, again, Honey, I also bought a blue jacket and trousers for Ronnie today. He just can’t wear anything he had last year, he’s grown so, altho he’s grown only 5 inches and not 6 as you said in your letter. I invited the Pages down for dinner tonight. We didn’t have a very fancy meal, just veal stew (with carrots and potatoes, peach and cottage cheese salad, and coffee and ice cream with strawberries (which Mrs. Page brought down) and chocolate cake. After Ronnie went to bed, Mrs. Page and I went to the Beverly to see [the movie], "Meet me in St. Louis" and Mr. Page stayed home with Ronnie. It was a cute picture with Judy Garland and Margaret O’Brien. When we came home at 11:30, we had coffee and more cake. I’ll be getting fat yet, as I now weigh 113 lbs. thanks to evening snacks. That’s the most I’ve weighed for years. You will be sorry you criticized my <? deaderaendy>. It rained again today, and also [was] very windy. Our average May climate has been 52 degrees this year, and that’s low. I finally remailed that xmas pkg. that was returned to me last week. (I substituted fresh candy of course and put in some fudge mix. Your French friends can prepare [it] for you. Bye now, Love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 24 May 1945, 9 p.m. Thursday Noteworthy: situation regarding meat, Army food, black market, after war prospects, about war fighting. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Got one letter and two V-mails from you and one letter from Murray today. Yours dated Feb. 27th, May 13th and the airmail May 16th. Murray’s letter May 15th. Things are getting much better from a mail standpoint. Your letter was a nice long one, and I’m glad to learn that Ronnie is keeping you on the ball and seeing to it that you write me. Wonder how he’s doing with you along other lines. I can’t imagine him saying all the things you say he says, especially the bad ones, but guess they must be true and I’ll probably find it out soon enough once I’m home. Oh well, his old man has learned some new rough stuff the last year or two also. I’ll be able to keep abreast with him for a while yet. Wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t pick up a few new ones from me even. So glad to hear the Pages helped you out a little with the meat problem. They certainly are proving to be more than just mere tenants. Guess we were pretty lucky in renting to them too. I know it page 2 feels much better knowing having them there. I hope you are not trying to save points so you can send me something in the meat line. Meat is one thing we are well supplied with here. In fact, food has no longer become such a problem to me. Except of course it usually tasteless as hell and still cooked and served the army way. I’ll be so damned glad when I get someplace where I will no longer have to eat out of army mess gear that I think I really celebrate at the occasion. It’s like eating at the "Greasy Spoon" for years every day, three meals a day. Only now I’m getting so I miss breakfast quite often. If you worry about what to send, just include all the wash soap, coffee, candy, and so on, that you feel like. It brings high prices from the French and that means more money orders to help pay your bills. An ordinary bar of palm olive soap brings from one dollar to one dollar and a half. Also an American ten dollar bill enclosed in a letter occasionally easily brings twenty dollars in return. As long as I have to stay here I might as well make the most of the situation. But everyone else is of course dealing in currency is a little risky, but so far very few have been caught and they are page 3 only the really big operators who really steal the stuff from the government and work on a well-planned and operated scale. Believe I told you I have received a box of powders just in time - and since I’m sure I’ll receive some of the others you have sent, that should last me for some time. However continue to send all the #120 film you can buy. Your going to sick bay idea is O.K. except I’m afraid it wouldn’t work in my case. Believe me, I really tried when in the hospital and really think I had a doctor pulling for me. My trouble just isn’t bad enough to get a discharge, it seems, at least not yet. I still have hopes that limited assignment men will at least be sent back to the states someday. I certainly was glad to hear about the little program they had at Sunday School Mother’s Day. I’m glad you are taking Ronnie to Sunday School. It certainly can’t do him any harm. I’ve generally found that the boys in the Army who really respect religion are really the better class of men. There is very little church going over here and less even said about religion but one you page 4 can usually tell how a person thinks along those lines and I’ve always maintained that one’s religion is an everyday life affair, not just a Sunday one. Murray’s letter was long, and had some good up-to-date news and personal relations to current affairs which I’m always interested in. Of course I know how he leans, and then I know yours too, so after hearing both I’m usually able to get a pretty balanced picture. He also asked me about my plans later on after the war, and thinks the real estate and construction business will be good. I think it’s possible that he and Jim is [are] maybe planning on big things with possibly me included in their plans. Well I’m keeping an open mind on it all, and when the right time comes we will see what’s what then. It’s possible that we three could be successful together in such a business. On the other hand, I’m pretty well satisfied that I can also make a go of it alone - with help of course - the big question is what would be best. There is still plenty time to decide, I guess. I only hope I get home in time to get things page 5 organized in time for next spring business. It’s all in the lap of the Gods now. Time will tell. Saw Fred MacMurray and Claudette Colbert in "Practically Yours" tonight. It’s not too bad, but it was a war picture and they always distort the facts just enough to make it look good when in fact there is nothing good about the war fighting or any part of anything that goes with it. If the movies would record and make pictures of the actual facts as they really are[,] I believe the whole world would be better off. Time to go now, my dears. Have you gone out to see Mr. Chamberlin yet? Murray mentioned driving out there. Maybe you could pool your gas and make one trip out of it. Well Ronnie old boy, how are you tonight? And I hope you still remember your Daddy because he sends you and your mommy all his love. Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 24, 1945 Thursday, 9:25 P.M. Noteworthy: truck driver strike in Chicago. Hello, honey, How are you, and have you heard anything promising as far as your coming home is concerned? At present I have a beautiful cold, just about like the one I had the first time you and I went out together. I have a sore throat, earache, runny nose and [I’m] feverish. It came on yesterday, and [I] had just made up my mind to go to bed early last night when Mrs. Dixon stopped in to borrow some syrup. She didn’t leave until 12:30. By that time I felt so miserable I didn’t even write to you and I have to feel pretty bad to miss that. With a cold coming on yesterday I had no business washing clothes and hanging them out, but neither Ronnie nor I had any clean clothes, so -- !!! Then after dinner last night I raked the backyard, where I’d mowed the day before. Mr. Page mowed the front yard for me, which was nice of him. Page 2 Then, about 7:00 o’clock I baked a chocolate pie, which Mrs. Dixon and I sampled later, with coffee. Today, I should have ironed the clothes I washed yesterday, but with my cold, I did very little, but clean up the house a bit and finish the red jacket I made last week. I’m beginning to think my tonsils have grown back again, just as Elinor’s did - could be! Does your sinus trouble you anymore? You haven’t mentioned it lately. I went over to Dixon’s to get Ronnie tonight and started talking to Mrs. Hahn’s daughter-in-law and she mentioned her husband had sent her some souvenirs from Egypt and India. They were all handmade leather things. One gorgeous hassock in diamond shaped pieces of tan and brown leather; a tooled and painted purse; picture frames in tooled leather; tooled leather pillow tops; and a picture frame made of bullets. If these things had been bought here they’d have cost a fortune, but page 3 I understand that even the hassock cost only about $5.00. What a contrast to Paris prices! All the truck drivers in Chicago have been on strike for the past two weeks, so the stores have practically nothing on their shelves anymore. They’ve threatened to have the Army take over, but even that doesn’t even <? phase> [faze] them. I stopped at the A&P yesterday and he had no fruit or vegetables and [was] practically out of everything else. It isn’t enough that food is rationed, but we haven’t a chance of even getting our rations. Why don’t you go on a strike, too, and come home and sit it out? All day Ronnie has been just bubbling over with vim, vigor and pep, and here I feel like a limp dish rag, or something. I can’t wait until his new wagon is delivered. I sure hope he likes it. It’s due here Sat. or next Monday. It will come parcel post because of the truck page 4 tie-up and I have to assemble it as it’ll come knocked down. Guess who called me yesterday? It was Vy, and she’s in Rockford for two weeks vacation. She said she and her dad would come in for a day. (next week Friday from 10:00 until 5:00 P.M.) I imagine she’ll leave for Los Angeles then. I’m anxious to hear whether or not her boyfriend and she are getting married soon, or not. He was in Hawaii last I heard. Gladys (your sister) also called and asked about you, and said her latest letter from Dick was May 3rd, so she’s still waiting to hear his reaction to V.E. Day, altho I s’pose there’s little chance that he’ll be discharged, as he’s young and healthy and has not been in combat. I see the Japs are launching balloons, about 33 ft long, which have landed in Canada and the U.S. They are supposedly paper and explosive. I wonder if these page 5 are just a forerunner of rocket bombs or something. To me it seems that they’re just trying to find out where these balloons, etc. land and whether it is feasible to try something more dangerous, perhaps. I hope and pray it won’t happen here! It would be terrible if this country were invaded, too, after sending our boys all over the world to fight. My sore throat and cold is [are] making me morbid, I better stop writing right now. I haven’t had a letter since Monday, so hope I get one soon. I just saw a centipede cross the floor, but can’t find him now. I killed one a while ago, but they go like lightning. Also got a June bug in here last night, and it isn’t even June, yet. How I hate creepy things. While digging dandelions I’d scream every once in a while because the lawn was full of snakes. page 6 Ronnie keeps wanting to pick them up - ugh! Guess he’s a boy! He came in yesterday morning saying, "Sandra is my girlfriend," (Sandra Johnson on Lowe Ave.) He’s always hugging and kissing her, the little devil. She’s four years old, but that doesn’t bother either of them. Today he was strolling down 110th between Union and Lowe Ave. with a little girl on each side, and Mrs. Page called me to the window to see him. (You’d better not try his tactics.) Well, guess I’ll stop rambling on now and go to bed to recuperate from this cold of mine. All my Love, always, Mom and Ronnie P.S. I’ve got my fingers crossed hoping to see you soon. ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Item: a bill from the Peoples Gas Light and Coke Company Bill for the month from May 2, 1945 to June 2, 1945 Amount $16.20 ...

Letter from: Mrs. P. E. Hacker to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 25, 1945. Dear Wes, I received your v-mail sometime ago but lots of things have happened in between. First Art, Dick’s brother[,] came home from Africa and was married, and believe it or not I was a bridesmaid for his bride. She had a lovely church wedding and we all were [dressed in] white. So I more or less felt like a bride myself. Then of course [I] had to have some sort of a homecoming party for him and that meant cleaning house and otherwise hurrying [around] as it all fell on my shoulders as Ellen is still in Florida with Les. Then on top of that I <? assessed> and it seemed at times I just couldn’t get it all done. But now thank goodness that is all behind me and [I] can really relax for a change. As you see by the enclosed letter I did write you Dick’s address early in Dec. [in] a letter which has followed you all over. So they finally dispaired and sent it back to me. I hope this time you receive it. I also received a page 2 letter back which I had mailed to Dick early in Nov.[,] it seemed odd they should both come the same day. How is your wound by now[?] All healed and feel[ing] back to normal? I suppose you really celebrated VE Day. We were all on the whole, very quiet. I didn’t work and Art and his bride were here. So we spent the day talking and thinking over old times. I haven’t had a very recent letter from Dick. His last one was written the third of May, and he had just gotten back from a trip to Paris. He said he was going to try and look you up if he ever got to Paris. But evidently he wasn’t very successful as he didn’t mention seeing you. I rather wonder where he will have to go now or if he’ll get to stay there. How about yourself or do you hear what your destination will be? I’m planning on going into Alice’s soon, so we’ll get all the news about you then. Write when you can - and I’ll do the same. Love, Pud. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 25 May, 45 Friday 7 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad was part of the army that took Metz in November 1944. My Dear Alice and Ronnie, No new show tonight so will get started early on my letter writing. Maybe I’ll get something accomplished. Seems like it’s impossible for me to get caught up. Guess I’m getting them too fast now for me to keep up todate with answering them all. Received two V-mails today one old one from you and one from Norma mailed V-E-Day. Like you she expects me home in a matter of days when actually those days are going well into months I’m afraid. Had a very pleasant surprise today, now. Had just finished eating chow and was starting back for my room when who should I see but Al Evers. He had the day off and had caught a ride with a jeep over here. They had to return at 3 P.M. So I took a couple hours off and showed him very quickly our camp and part of the town. I think he was pretty well impressed. We do have things a little nicer here than he has and of course that helped considerably. Showed him the outside of Napoleon’s palace and some of the nicer homes here in our end of town. He said it was the page 2 first really nice homes he had seen in Europe. We do have some nice ones here but I’ve seen some just as good or better in other places in France and in England. I hope he will get a chance to come again and stay longer. We are trying to get passes together in Paris but he can’t get one as easily as I. I’m planning on going to Paris again May 31st and June 1st. That is, if I’m still here. I guess I will be all right. There isn’t any thing new happened since last nite. Your letter was written in Feb. and of course that’s all very old stuff by now. Of course I’m always glad to get them as one by one they fill in the gaps. In this one you still had the last pup. In fact, if I remember correctly you still had that one pup in a number of letters you wrote. He really must have been a mongrel. I learned a new job today - my third since starting at the office. Pretty soon maybe I’ll know it all then all the non-coms will be shipped out but me and I’ll get assigned to the depot. Then I’ll get a rating maybe - Oh yeah. In the first place none of that will happen and in the second place if any one moves out it will probably be me. Anyhow it’s nice to get acquainted with other than just filing. This new job is mailing out correspondence. page 3 Even sent some to West Franklin Street in Chicago. Boy I would have gladly delivered that baby personally. The boy who was doing the work is in the hospital here temporarily for something or other. He’s also from Chicago. And always before when he ran across those kind of letters he would ask me if would like to deliver that one personally. Guess he would like to do that too. He’s married and lives in the North side, name is Stupp. Tomorrow is my day off. I don’t just know what I’m going to do besides a lot of extra sleeping. I have been losing a little sleep the last couple nites over rather late games of poker - No, haven’t lost anything but sleep - yet - so that’s one thing I’m going to catch up on for sure. Probably will try to finish off about a half a dozen of these long overdue letters too during the day. Other than that it will probably be just another very dull day as I’m afraid most of them are going to be for some time to come. If I only had you and Ronnie living here things wouldn’t be bad at all. I couldn’t quite figure out what you meant in yesterday’s letter when you were talking about Jostis moving into their new house in July. And then you said it would be nice to have them so close if you were still there - or something like that. Planning on moving? Have you received the package yet? And also S&S and Yank. I have been sending one week’s page 4 edition at a time. Hope you hold on to them as some of them at least, I would sorta like to keep. In today’s S&S there is an article about the 95th DN and Saarlautern. Want that one especially and hope you still have those I sent you last Nov. when we took Metz. There is something said in this article about the second battle stars I may or may not be entitled to. If we get it then I’ll go over the 50 mark with points and if what I’ve heard rumored lately turns out to be true[,] that extra five points may prove very very important to yours truly in my chances of staying away <? from? the C.B.I. it certainly will be damn tough if a couple lousy points is going to prove the difference between me going and not going. However that’s the way my luck has usually been so far in the army. That’s about it for tonite my dears. It’s been a little cold here the last few nites. Certainly wish you were here to help do a little warming me up plus some other things that I could stand very nicely too. Oh well I can dream too it seems. With all my love to you both, Daddy ...

V-mail from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 26, ’45 Sat. 9:30 A.M. Darling, I still have my cold, sore throat, ears, nose running and all. I certainly could use a lot of sympathy, but get none. I did manage to iron about half my washing yesterday. And in the afternoon went up to Sears to pick up Ronnie’s wagon. It’s a cute one and has steel wheels and axles and rubber tires. He had it out in the rain yesterday tho and the finish must have been shellac, rained off in spots. I’m going to varnish it next week. He certainly loves it, and right now he has all his toys filled in it giving them a ride. He and Bobby were pulling one another in it yesterday afternoon and altho Bobby has two wagons of his own, he had to play with the new one. I was able to get 2 slices of ham and a lb of pork cutlets yesterday, but now I’m out of butter and have no points. The meat will have to last a couple weeks at least. We haven’t had any meat all week, but a couple wieners and Ronnie ate those. Last night the Pages took us to the Rose Bowl for dinner, we had roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy and coconut cream pie. It tasted good in spite of my cold. Saw a carnival on 115th street so I took Ronnie on the merry-go-round (he sat on the horse) and cried the whole time he was on - the big sissy. I had to stand and hold him. Goodbye now, Love, Mom and Ronnie Next page May 26th,’ 45 Sat. 10:00 P.M. Page 2. Hello again, honey, We had intended to see a ball game in Palmer Park after dinner last night, but it rained from 4:00 P.M. on the rest of the night. We have the lousiest weather. It did stop a little bit while Ronnie rode the merry-go-round and then started again. It has to rain every day regularly, it seems. I have so much to do today, cleaning, ironing, etc., but I feel so lousy, I wish I could rest. - However "there’s no rest for the wicked." so s’pose I’ll keep going. Remember Rena (the Italian girl who used to ride with us from Pullman)? Her boyfriend who was stationed at the Panama Canal, has been discharged and they will be married in October. Pretty nice, huh? They’re both nice kids and deserve it, so more power to ’em. I haven’t had a letter from you since Monday. - Could it be you’re on your way home? Wouldn’t that be something? Everyone keeps telling me you and I deserve to be together, too. - do we? In a way I s’pose we have earned that right, but then so have lots of others and that thought is what makes me bear up, I s’pose. Perhaps - some glorious day, we’ll get together and who knows we may go far towards "licking, this old world" after all. Bye, darling and behave and come home soon. Love, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 26, 1945 Sat, midnite F.S. You might return the paper doll as I’d like to keep a scrapbook on Ronnie’s first art accomplishments. The card is the one he gave me Mother’s Day with a small plant. Please return it, too, as it’s precious to me. Darling, This is the third letter today counting the 2 v-mails I wrote this A.M. Gosh, honey, it must be love, or am I crazy? It has to be one or the other! Got a v-mail this morning dated May 15th, but as your last letter was dated May 11th, I s’pose I have some letters coming between these dates. At least I hope you’re writing oftener than that. Since writing you this morning Mr. Dixon came over and spaded a plot in our backyard for a small garden. It took him about ten minutes to turn the soil, but it took me a couple hrs or more to break up the pieces and fix it up ready to plant. I’m going to stop at Griess the florist tomorrow to buy seed and hope to get it all planted tomorrow. As it is, I’m two weeks later getting it planted than last year, and I was late then. The victory gardeners page 2 who did plant early this year are sorry, because their gardens have been covered with water and practically everything rotted. All Michigan fruit crops are spoiled because of rain, too. S’pose fruit will be so high I can’t afford to can this year and I had planned to do a lot of it. I still haven’t found that pressure cooker upstairs. Do you have any idea just where you put it? It would be a big help in canning. I also dug around our peonias and rose bushes, evergreens, etc. in the backyard today. With this blessed cold of mine, thought the sun (yes - we had sunshine today - believe it or not!) might do me some good. Every week-end I clean the house thoroughly and not a soul appears to see it, but today when I did very little cleaning (except vacuum and dust, of course) Marge called around 7:00 and said she and Murray would be over in a few minutes. Bobby’s mother and dad were going out page 3 tonight, so he had supper with us and is spending the night here. Between he and Ronnie, none of us could hear ourselves think until they were tucked in bed. Ronnie in his crib and on the porch and Bobby in the bedroom. You once asked me why Ronnie and I slept on the porch. Well, for one thing, it’s less crowded in the bedroom with the crib on the porch. And when we have overnight company they always sleep in the bedroom and it disturbs his sleep. I find too that when he’s farther away from the radio and noise of our talking etc., he goes to sleep at once when he goes to bed, both in the afternoon and evening. The reason I sleep on the porch is to be in the same room as Ronnie, so I can keep him covered and also because I don’t feel quite as lonesome in my single bed and a single bed is easier to make up in the morning. Of course this page 4 porch sleeping is strictly for warm weather as when winter comes we’ll move into the bedroom again. There’s more chance for ventilation on the porch, too, or there will be when I get the screens up. Altho at present (and for the past two months) I haven’t been able to open any windows as our friends next door have a two-ton pile of manure in their backyard to be used for her Dahlia Garden. -- Lovely odor. Especially when the wind comes from the South. Why they’ve had it there so long is beyond me and this rain also seems to make it "perfumier" than ever. Yet, she bawled h--- out of Mr. Landers for burning weeds in the empty lot because of the smell. I prefer burned weeds any day to manure, or what do you think? She is the limit! You and she would really get into it, I’m page 5 afraid if you were home! She tells me she and her husband are praying every night for your safe return to me. Perhaps she doesn’t realize that it might be even "noisier" around here if you were home. Marge sewed on a dress while here tonight and Murray "relaxed" (full length) on the davenport while here tonite. You see Marge has to let out seams on all her clothes now she’s gained weight. They brought a quart of ice cream along, so about 11:00 we had sandwiches, cake, coffee and ice cream. Marge also gave me 20 meat points and do I need them? I was all out of points and I had no butter at all and more points will not become valid until June 1st. Now I can at least get a 1/2 lb. of butter. Murray and Marge stopped at Martha and Jim’s new house on the way over and page 6 they said the walls were up, as far as the first floor, so far. I doubt whether they’ll be able to move in by July, as planned, as I imagine this rainy weather doesn’t help to speed building. It must be exciting to build and move into your new home. I wonder if I’ll ever have that thrill. Even moving into a different house and buying different furniture would be a thrill for me, as I’d always imagined that as one of the exciting things about getting married, and as it was I missed the boat as far as that was concerned. Oh well, maybe that day is yet to come, who knows? The biggest thrill of all would be to have my husband with me and the sooner the better for all of us. When that happens, the rest will come of itself. Until that day, we’ll just have to hang on and wish real hard. Good night, honey and lots and lots of Love, Mom and ronnie P.S. the enclosed paper doll is Ronnie’s first accomplishment in Sunday School, don’t you like the coloring? ...

Letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler. Compaigne, France, 27 May 1945, Sunday, 6 p.m. My dear Alice and Ronnie, It’s raining like the devil outside. I’ve already seen the show downtown and it’s cold, so guess I’ll stay in and write your letter early. Besides, I’ve received two nice letters plus a two-page V-MAIL letter. V-MAIL dated May 17th and the others May 20th and 22nd and that last one means that you wrote it last Monday nite and I received it all in the same week. So far a record for me. And then we are moving our office to a larger house. And this afternoon we had to clean the place up and scrub it. I’m not used to that kind of work. I am certainly getting plenty soft. I know that. I’m rapidly losing all the toughening up the army did for me. Other than those things, today has been like all the rest. Oh, yes, we were informed that our extra day off would be cancelled as of today. So now we get only two days every second week. I knew that that deal was too good to last. It only means that we are sending men back faster though so the more we send now, the sooner this job here will be finished. Second page. And I’ll have some kind of chance of getting home at last for a furlough if not out entirely. Still looks like I might spend another Christmas overseas. It will be close. That’s sure. Your letters told of receiving the package, severty five dollars and about your trip to the North Side. And a few other things, of course. I’m glad you like the gifts. I certainly would have liked to have seen Ronnie with the shoes. Thought maybe he might get a kick out of them. As for your Chanel perfume. Suppose you know that that is one of the most expensive and hardest to get perfumes there is over here. I have been trying for months to buy a bottle. Some of the boys have succeeded, but they pay as high as 30 packs of cigarettes and that’s well over $30. I have hopes now that there will be more on the market soon and it won’t be so difficult to get. Dick told me they had perfume in his PX warehouse occasionally so I wrote him to send you some, but don’t know what he will do about it. As for the tablecloth, napkins and so on, that’s impossible. You have to have plenty of ration points for such things if they can be found at all. Think of something else. As for me being lucky in poker, well I am not near that lucky. You figure out the rest. page three. However, think you could safely enclose a 10 or 20, once in a while? There are plenty others doing it successfully. As near as I can figure out, you must have missed writing two days this week. That fact, along with a couple others, you mention might have me to thinking maybe you are slipping a little. Don’t give up so easy, my dear. I will be home someday. You know the temptation is even greater in this end and I don’t believe I have given you any reason so far to think that I might be slipping a little. Your <? subway> and <? elevated> experience sounds like you maybe need some one more than just Ronnie to keep you on the ball. His prompting you on the toast situation shows that he is doing all he can to take his daddy’s place. However, I am very glad you got to see Muriel and apparently have proven to your satisfaction that your life as bad as it is at present is still better than here. And I believe you have something a little nicer to look forward to I know I never have liked living alone and especially haven’t liked the last year or so. If I remember correctly, the car insurance will come due in September and page four as expensive as I know it is thinks it’s advisable to renew it. An accident otherwise might easily cost us everything we now own. As for your biased political news, there has been very little of it I’ll admit but things you don’t say sometimes means more than if you don’t say them at all. I’ve always been quite a student of psychology, you know and very often your letters tell me much more than you ever write. I’d be able to do a much better job though if your letters came regularly and in sequence. I guess I’ll speak to Uncle Sam about that. Now as to you being a lonesome bride for some 16 months, well I can say tragically that the feelings pretty much mutual on that score. Besides I have Ronnie I miss very much too. You at least have him there to help get you through the worst days. If you insist on going in business raising dogs you might as well spend a few dollars and do it right. Judy is a thoroughbred Cocker you know. Papers and all. I paid $25 for her when she was a pup and that was from Bill Morrow who says she was worth far more. Don’t imagine raising pups in the summertime would be near as difficult as in the winter. Don’t know how that could help the <? miat> point situation though. Oh well maybe you are wrong. Page 5 Now my little Ronnie this page is all for you. Mommy tells me you are doing a pretty good job of taking daddy’s place while he is gone. Just keep up the good work old boy and when daddy gets home he will just give you the job permanently. And I won’t have to have mommy ever mad at me anymore. You see you are younger than I and can take her wrath better than I. Certainly glad to hear you like your shoes and automobile racer. The little whistle worked when I packed it because I blew it. Try again. Of course it’s only a paper model so don’t treat it too rough. Mommy also tells me that you are growing up to be a big man like daddy and you goes to Sunday school and learns lots of things. I’ll bet when I get home I won’t even know you. How is Bobby these days and you tell him your daddy said hello, and I hope you are both good boys. You also go upstairs and tell Mr. and Mrs. Page hello for me too and thank them for me for taking such good care of you and mommy. Now be good boy and run over and give mommy a big kiss for daddy. Page 6 and some one of these fine days I may be home to see you both before you know it. All my love to you both for ever daddy. ...

Letter from: Private George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compaigne, France, 28th of May, 1945, Monday, 9.30 p.m. Noteworthy: discussion of being at the front. Dear my darling Alice and Ronnie, hardly know how to start this letter.I feel so low that I think I could go jump in the lake. Only there is no lake. But we do have a river running through town. Guess that would do. I really don’t have any reason for feeling so low. I received a very nice package from you today. The one with the shaving cream, toothpaste, tea bags, cocoa, and two boxes of candy all in very good condition, and I thank you very much. I am able to get my favorite shaving cream and toothpaste now as with what you sent me. I hope I have plenty to last me until I get home. I do have a splitting headache and just a general, very tired feeling. I don’t know what’s causing the headache, but the tired feeling is caused by being just that. Not especially from hard work or anything I’ve been doing, but just from being too old, I guess for army life They say one is only so old as he feels, well, I feel 90. When and if I ever get home and out of the army, I think all I want to do, Page two.for I don’t know how long, is to pack you and Ronnie up and go someplace for a very long, quiet, peaceful rest. No responsibility, nothing to worry about, and no special time I have to get up, eat, chow, do this and do that army style. Then I guess I’m just lonesome. Not just for you and Ronnie, but for other things. There seems to be no one here that I especially care for. Very few of these boys have ever seen combat. They don’t seem to know what the score is. I’ve heard men on the line say they would give anything just to be back here for a week or two, just to get away from the hell up there. These men here think this is rough, working about two hours out of the eight they put in, have to eat hot chow every day with occasionally some heated C rations or dehydrated food thrown in, plenty of entertainment, money, and places to spend it. Hell, we don’t know what war is back here. All these fellows think about is how I’m going to cut my buddy’s throat just enough to beat him out of that extra stripe on his sleeve. When they get packages from home, they dish out maybe one small portion of it to their roommates, Page three.and the rest is black marketed to the French. Hell, I’m even getting so I do it myself. Sometimes I wish as long as I have to be in the army that I was back up there with the boys. At least there you know that the guy on each side of you is going to do all he can to protect you because he knows you are doing the same for him. Everyone shares everything and the smallest luxuries, no matter how small, are really appreciated and the Sergeant has the hardest job. Here they have the easiest and the more stripes they acquire, the easier it gets and the less they do with a few exceptions. Up there no one wants his job because it takes a really tough man to do the job right. And he does it right or no one lives. Men up there would give their right arm to get an assignment like mine they think. I got a letter from my old squad leader a couple days ago. After I was injured they held <? srar> <? lantern> for a few days, then pulled out and moved up to the bridge, from there in Holland and across the Rhine River and again into Germany and playing a big part in page 4closing the <? Ahur> gap. Now yes now they are on their way back to the states on short furlong and then another long trip to possibly death for many of them. The law of averages say you don’t dodge them all. Some get it sooner than others. Well the others if they stay in there long enough get it too no matter how good they are. Shrapnel plays nofavorites if you are in the wrong place at the right time it’s just too bad. And we sit back here in what is luxury for an infantry man and <? chaplain>. No I can’t seem to make any friends with many of the boys here, I don’t know why. <? Goin> the damn frogs (French) many of them don’t appreciate what we have done for them. Only today I handled some correspondence concerning a man deceased. They pulled him out of the Oise River a couple of days ago. I don’t think he jumped in either. Because he is not the first such case. It’s a funny world I can tell you. Maybe we’d all have been better off if we had let the Germans keep Europe. A lot of these French seem to have gotten along page fivepretty well under their control. well a few of them anyway. The trouble is one never knows exactly how few or how many. I saw a picture tonite that hasn’t helped any either, "Winged Victory". The more war pictures I see the less I ever want to see another. This one was pretty rough and no doubt very true. In fact I know much of it is true. Well my dears I better bring this morbid letter to a close. I’m very tired and sleepy. There is a nice quiet rain outside. The kind I like to sleep and sleep in when I’m home in a nice soft warm bed with my best gal helping me stay warm and with Ronnie within arms length beside us. Will that day ever come again? It seems very far off tonight I’m sorry to say. I’m enclosing a small rosebud. We have lots of them all over this part of town. They really are quite nice. This one came from just off our front porch. Well my love my dears and wish a little harder for me to come home soon. I love you my dear and miss you both very very much, Daddy ...

Letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France, 28th May 1945, Wednesday 9 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad tries to get Mom into the real estate business Dear Alice and Ronnie, Now you know it’s official. I was told a couple of days ago but didn’t become official until today so I thought I would wait until the order came through. Of course you must know by this time that they have finally grown tired of calling me just private and have now made it plus first class. It really is quite a break because A.H. men aren’t usually given promotions. As you see they had to have a special order to do it. Why I was among the few chosen for such a great promotion is beyond me but so small as it is it’s a beginning and I’m not kicking. Who knows perhaps sometime during the coming year they might do it again and I could then become a <? Cpl>. Received an airmail today marked May 17th with Mr. Chamberlin’s letters. Doesn’t sound like he is doing too much but under the circumstances might not be so bad considering. No doubt it is very difficult to do all he is trying to do at his age. I tried it when is was some <? fifty> years younger and it came very near wrecking me. Sorry you didn’t make connection with him early in the Spring because I’m sure those few sales he did make you could have gotten and you would have made far more money than you need to live on plus gaining some valuable experience and knowledge of the real estate business. I still think Page 2you can do it and could work something out with him were you to go out and talk it over. You would certainly learn about the business. which you say you want to do, it would give you plenty to do, keep you up with the times, and I’m sure could work out some arrangement with Ronnie so you could have him under your control most of the time. I know it is a little hard to make the initial step, but I’m sure, once you started, you would find things much easier than you think. I don’t think you would make many sales, if any, right now because of present conditions and the season is about over. However there are always a few houses sold regardless of the season. Whether you made any sales right away or not wouldn’t matter too much as you would be learning the business, the town, the people, and most of all, something about his business. As for getting 14,000 for our house, well I wouldn’t pay too much attention to Murray’s opinion. In the first place he knows what the house has cost and that’s always bad, besides it would probably hurt his pride a little to know that we could get so much for it. However I can be wrong but I still don’t think so. If you are serious and think you can make some deal with Chamberlin, call up Chapman’s and Brandt’s and tell them the price and that it is for sale. Then see what they say. Of course they will Page 3try to get the price down, but in the end they will give you some idea if they really think they can get it. Len Maatman, the fellow I used to talk to across the street, Big Ronnie’s father, works for Chapman. Have him come over and talk to you about it. Of course, Galassine should help you too. They will probably ask for an exclusive listing if the price is anywhere near right. Its alright to give either one of them an exclusive listing, but under no circumstances for over sixty days. Brandt’s I think is probably the better of the two. Of course, let Murray do what he can, but he’s really not in a position to do much selling as long as he continues working at Pullman. As usual there were more rumors today but nothing certain so no one pays too much attention. As far as I know now I will remain with this depot handling returning troops. We have already received some. But that can change any time and any thing can happen so it’s all a big <? help>. By the way, have you seen where the 95th division is going? Of course they go there through the States where they get a furlough but frankly I’m very glad I’m not with the 95th right now. Am going to try to get off another letter or two so that’s all tonite. Did you ever get the $75 and are you getting the $10 bonds regularly?All my love to you and Ronnie forever. Daddy ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 28, 1945 Monday, 10:50 a.m. Noteworthy: Mom finds Dad’s high school and college photo album. Mom’s jealousy flares up again. Darling, I’m writing this for last night, as I went to bed early, because I still have my cold, plus other discomfort. Yesterday (Sun) morning I had both Ronnie and Billy for breakfast, plus dressing them both for Sunday school, and dressing myself - some job! Even at that they were the first ones in Sunday school. How that happened, I don’t know. After they left I had our Sat. midnight lunch, plus breakfast dishes to wash and also clean up the house a bit. By that time it was time to pick the kids up again. While on our way home I stopped and bought a doz. tomato plants and a package of green bean seeds. These I planted when we got home. The Pages left for the day, so after Ronnie and I had our dinner (pork cutlets, potatoes, green beans and ice cream) I went upstairs to find that pressure cooker after <? waning> every box in the closet, page 2 I found it in the farthest corner, under everything. Now, how does it work? All I need is one of your aluminum demonstrations that I have heard so much about! While in the closet I found a "snapshot album" of your high school and college days, and my oh my, it seems you really preferred the "chubby" gals in those days! There are some very affectionate poses, too - I’m terribly jealous. I didn’t know you were such a Don Juan. One girl is quite pretty - Roberta Elliot and I noticed she rates practically every page in the album. Am I digging up painful memories? Hope not. I also found a box of toys for Ronnie, including a nice red metal car. He’s really having a second Christmas with these toys, plus the wagon. Now all he needs is his Daddy - me too. Just as I was in the midst of page 3 exploring and cleaning and was all dirty and dusty - the doorbell rang and the Tostis stopped in. I knew I’d have company all weekend if I didn’t clean house. It’s the first Sat. I’ve slipped up on cleaning and sure enough, first the Holmes Sat. night and the Tostis yesterday. They had been out to look at their house and decided to see us on their way back. I asked them to stay for sandwiches but they hadn’t eaten dinner yet and were going to that tavern in Riverdale to eat. They asked if Ronnie and I wanted to come along, so we did, altho we only had sandwiches, or at least I did, but Ronnie had spaghetti along with Toatie and Tommy. Ronnie gave a floor show of dancing in the middle of the floor every time the Nickelodeon was played. In fact every time anyone went up to put a nickel in, he’d run up and ask them to play "Rum and Coca-Cola," or "Don’t Fence Me In," his favorites. page 4 After we had our dinner Ronnie and I went home and got there about 8.30. The clock struck just as we came in, so Ronnie said, "I’d better hurry and get my pajamas on, Mommie before the clock sings again." Did I tell you that I’ve shown him where the hands are when it’s 8 o’clock and that when it strikes, he has to rush to put his toys away and get undressed. Well, that’s how we do it and it works like a charm - so far! He will not allow anyone to help him to put his toys away or to undress. He does get knots in his shoe strings in getting them off and requires help, but usually he gets along O.K. If his pajamas are right side out, he manages to get into them O.K. and buttons them too. -- Oh, he’s a smart boy! Even Bobby makes no attempt to dress himself or button his buttons. Of course, I think that page 5 his Mommie doesn’t put herself out to teach him either. You’d be surprised how many lessons it takes for a simple thing like buttoning and unbuttoning clothes. Now he’s trying very hard to learn to lace and tie his shoe strings. He can lace them, (with supervision) but not tie them as yet. How my mother taught me to crochet at the age of three is beyond me. Guess she must have had the patience of Job. If it hadn’t been for her patience I s’pose I wouldn’t be able to sew our clothes now, either. Almost forgot again! I[’ve] meant to ask you what I should do with the boxes of dresses and clothes in the storage closet. They’re just collecting moths and Mrs. Page has mentioned getting moths up there. I’m sure that they’re no good to me. And unless you think Edith would want them it would be better to give them to the Salvation Army or Red Cross for distribution to the needy in this page 6 and foreign countries. There are a lot of relief drives on for Greeks, Poles, and other war-torn countries. I don’t relish the job of going through these clothes but I will if I felt they might help someone who needs them badly. I also feel that if at some future date we should have to pick up and leave here, it would be a good idea to get rid of a lot of excess baggage. It’s up to you, however, as you may have other plans of disposing of these things. I only wish it had been done before my arrival, but guess that can’t be helped now. Also let me know what I should do with all the old suit jackets, etc. which are still in the back of Page’s kitchen clothes closet. They are really bringing moths, as they are wool. I don’t imagine you’d even miss ’em if I gave them away, or used them to make suits for Ronnie. page 7 I just rec’d four letters from you, dated May 14, 16, 17, and 18th. Thanks, lots, honey, as I was starting to think you had forgotten us, when I didn’t get any mail last week. I also got a letter from Norma, which I’ll enclose with this. It seems you and her daughter, Joan, are in the same boat, as far as the "itching skin" goes. Thanks for the snapshots, as they are very good and gives me an idea of Paris crowds on VE Day. Don’t know as I’m fond of the one with the "Parisian gals," however. Of course, I believe you, as to their passing by at the time, etc. (Honestly, I do.) Good thing I’m very broad minded. -- (Or am I?) I wonder, however, if I sent you a "snap" of Muriel and I with a couple sailors if you would be as tolerant. (I know <?’d> - well, you wouldn’t.) page 8 I’m only kidding, so don’t let it get you down too much. Ronnie, at present is on the floor. (it’s raining outside again) trying to make hills and tunnels out of boards for his cars to go over and under. He’s sure having a tough time, cause the hills fall down before the cars get all the way up. He says, "Bad boy hill," and spanks it. Hurry home, pop, he needs someone to help him. I talked to Frances yesterday and she mentioned you might get to see her husband at St. Quentin. I hope you do meet. His son is 2 yrs old now and he and Ronnie have a big time together. He’s a cute little fellow, too, big brown eyes and chubby. Well, honey, guess it sounds as tho you and I won’t see one another for a long time. - boo! hoo! Maybe that miracle will still happen - who knows! Bye now, and lots of love, always, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 29th, 1945 Tuesday, 11:00 P.M. Hello, honey, Gee, honey, I’m so lonesome tonight. Here it is the day before Memorial Day and I have no plans other than staying home by ourselves. I still have my cold and Ronnie now has a runny nose, I think he’ll be O.K., as I’ve kept him sitting in a chair, and also had a 3 and 1/2 hour nap this afternoon. I only wish I could take as good care of myself when I’m sick, but my colds just linger on because I haven’t a chance to stay in bed. Guess this is one of those nights when I feel sorry for myself. The Pages left today for Ottawa and I won’t be back until Saturday, so it’s really deserted around here. Fact is I’m pretty scared when they’re not here at night. I’ve been sitting here re-reading your letters that I received yesterday. page 2 Sue (a girlfriend of Elinor’s, who works at Pullman) called at 10:00 o’clock. She said Elinor now has a cyst in her lower jaw and has to have several teeth pulled and a partial plate put in. She sure has her troubles, too. One thing after another. Sue’s husband has been in the Army 5 yrs (S. Pacific) and overseas 3 yrs. In fact they were married only a week before he went overseas. She said her husband is in the medical corps and trained in Malaria research, and he has written that even if he were told to go home he wouldn’t, because it wouldn’t be humane, knowing that he could be helping the suffering. He’s in Manila now. This girl has sinus trouble and an asthmatic condition and her doctor told her she should have a change in climate before the year’s up. She also just had an appendectomy a month ago. At present she lives with a sister and husband and 2 small children and they don’t want her paage 3 there, so guess she’s even worse off than I think I am at that. Judy still looks "chubby,* but I still don’t know what to think. I’m keeping my fingers crossed, as I sure don’t want any more additions to our family. Sure wished she’d behave herself while you’re away, at least. The Pages had their refrigerator fixed which cost $3.75. I s’pose I should pay it, but I didn’t even offer to this time. He also had a couple men here last night taking down all the storm windows. Guess I’d better offer to pay for that at least, when they come back. I could have asked Murray to do it, but he acted so damn (excuse me) condescending about it last year that I decided to get along without him this time. He’s too tired to move page 4 most of the time. He claims he can’t sleep well at night. It’s no wonder[,] he has his pajamas on as soon as he gets home at 4:00 and sleeps until Marge gets home, eats and then lays around until 9:00 and goes to bed again. After all even 8 hrs at Pullman can’t be that tough. It would be different if he worked as hard there as you used to, but I know better than that. Jim is working 10 hrs a day now and is still a supervisor, but he always complains, too, about how tough it is. I get so mad at their laziness sometimes I could give them both a swift kick. - Someday perhaps I will. You’re always saying that I forget to mail your letters, as the postmarks are later than the letter. I can’t figure that out, as I always mail them the morning after they’re written. Either page 5 the Pages take them, or I give them to the mailman, or I go to the post office. I notice, by the way, that your letters are postmarked, always, two or three or four days later than the inside date. In my case it might happen sometimes that I have the wrong date on my letter, unless I look at a calendar every time[,] I don’t know, anymore, what day of the week it is. Every day is the same to me, anyway. How many boxes have you rec’d from me to date? I’m so glad you’re finally getting them, as I s’pose for a while, I doubt if you believe I had sent all I had claimed to. What are you going to do with the sweater and muffler? Save them for the Fall? As you say, time will somehow pass, but it does seem even harder to page 6 wait now that the war is over in Europe than before, doesn’t it To go back to the picture you sent of you with 2 other fellows and 2 Parisian girls. Everyone who has seen these pictures says that your girlfriend was evidently taking the picture. I hadn’t thought of that angle and had kept saying that you were the odd fellow in the group and therefore you weren’t with a girl. Now I’m worried. Am I making a mistake being true and staying home every night? See - you’ve got me worried! (Way deep in my heart, however, something tells me I can trust you and that’s why I married you, I s’pect - at least one reason). I’ve been ironing all day, plus sewing and making over my old clothes, so I won’t have to buy new ones. I’m so sleepy, so bye, now and remember we love you, mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 30th of May, 1945, 9 a.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Decoration Day and the morning off. Maybe all day, we’ll know at noon. If we do get the day off, it will be the first time I have observed a holiday in the army todate. This morning at 10.30, we are going to have some kind of a parade and services of some sort I guess. Anyhow, we have to be in it. I suppose in the years to come, there will be a lot of these Memorial Day, parades, not if I can get out of them there won’t be. I didn’t write last night because I didn’t feel much better than I did the night before and I figured one morbid letter when I was feeling low was enough. Went to the dispensary yesterday morning to try and find out what was wrong. But as usual, got very little satisfaction. However, it seems that there is a boil or some glandular trouble forming behind my left ear. And that is causing my headache and stiff neck. Doctor told me to put lots, hot water packs on it. So often page twoas possible. And that is what I spent most of the evening doing. It did help and I was able to get a little sleep last night. This morning, it’s still very sore, but I’ve taken enough headache pills to kill that so guess there is nothing serious wrong. Had planned on going into Paris tomorrow and Friday. Guess I’ll still go if my pains don’t get any worse than they are now. I received your very nice birthday gift yesterday plus the two Father’s Day cards. They were both very nice. The pocketbook is okay too, but since I still have the one you gave me a couple of years ago, I don’t exactly know what I’m going to do with it. However, I’ll make good use of it some way. The small contributions enclosed in the pocketbook will easily be turned into a good profit. Too bad there wasn’t more and that reminds me of something I meant to tell you before. The French go crazy for anything in the clothes line. Even old dresses. Now instead of giving so many of your old dresses to the Salvation Army, just put a bunch Page threeof them in a box and send them over here. One of the boys here in the room got thirty dollars for one that was sent him as an experiment. Personally, I would not have paid fifty cents for the thing. I suppose all my money making schemes sound a little funny to you, but believe me, practically all of us have some kind of racket or another. And far be it from me to be backward about such things. In fact, if we didn’t supplement our meager income some way, we would have very little money to do anything with. When you stop and realize that the Franc is now worth actually only a half of one cent and we are paying on the basis of it being worth two cents. You can see how far my sixteen dollars per month would go. In French values that is really only about four dollars. The only way we can beat it is to send our money home. Then USA has to exchange our francs on the basis of two cents and we get value received. It’s a mess and as usual the poor soldier pays through the nose. But leave it to the average GI. We don’t take it exactly lying down and there may yet be a day of reckoning. Page four.It’s about time now to get ready for our little parade. If anything exciting happens, may add a little more letter on in the day. Until then. your daddy 9:30 p.m.Just back from seeing Rosalind Russell in "Roughly speaking". A very good picture. Try and see it if you get a chance. Well, we had our Memorial Day services this morning. Lasted one hour. We marshaled over to Napoleon, old private racetrack. Now used as part of our camp and parade grounds and with the small French garrison station here had a nice little program. Then believe it or not they gave us all the afternoon off. Spent it winning six dollars playing poker. There was no mail today so nothing much new to report. The weather has turned nice again and it looks like I’ll have good weather for my trip to Paris tomorrow and Friday. As far as I know now, I’m still going. There is a report that they might let all over 35 out of the Army. Now wouldn’t that be something and me only 34? Don’t know why in the dickens they can’t make it 33 and be done with it. Leave it to me to get that kind of break though. See you in a couple days. That’s my little Ronnie tonight and those very nice cards you and mommy sent me for Father’s Day.Love Daddy. ...

Letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler May 30th, 1945, Thursday, 8.30 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Another landslide today. Received 28 letters, mostly all old, but one was written March 14th and had Forest’s and Betty’s letter. Also the first one I have received with this address. It certainly is nice getting some more mail and nicer yet getting a letter that is only two weeks old. I received eight airmail letters and seven V-mails from you. Most of the V-mails were written around the 1st of March. Glad to hear that you both are alright. That is always a relief to know, at least at the time the letter was written, that things were alright back home. I received letters from Campbell’s, Jostes, Ronnies Easter card, which was very nice, a couple from Norma, a card from your brother, a letter and a card from Chamberlin, Dick Wessoluis, an aunt from Raub, and one from Dad. guess that is about all. It’s funny how they all come in bunches like this, but I am getting them and that is what counts. That makes over one hundred letters I have received since coming here. Not bad at all. Don’t know how I will ever get these answered as I am still working on the last bunch. I used to try to answer yours individually, but when they come like this, it is impossible. However, we will sorta <? skrimp> over the last few and try to bring you up to date. As you know, I have page 2 been to Paris three times. Each time very unexciting in the terms of what some people back there would try to make you believe. But then I get a kick out of doing things that a lot of fellows would call dull. At least my conscience never bothers me, and I don’t ever have to worry about explaining, or try to, to my wife someday. Guess I’m getting old, or maybe it is love. Anyhow, I don’t seem to be able to keep up with a lot of the boys over here when it comes to playing around. As for eating in Paris, well, we are not allowed to eat, because of the food shortage. There is plenty of everything to drink. Some of it is pretty rotten, but the boys drink it and get plenty drunk and sick regardless. Thanks for enclosing letters from Forest and Betty. As for Gladys, she doesn’t write to me either. Neither has Dick so far. As for Dick, I’m glad to hear he has gotten such a good break, and it is a break. I see how things are worked here a little more now, and have learned that such things are nothing more than lucky breaks. If your name comes up at the right time for the good jobs, you’re in. I hope he is able to hold onto it, but if he is in general service I have my doubts as those kind of jobs are being filled with fellows like me now, and the GA boys are going into combat. However, maybe the war over here will be over before they get around to him. If they do though, it can’t be too rough with the Jerries on the run. Glad to hear Mary is beginning to think you can handle things yourself pretty well -- not that it makes any difference, but it is nice. Tell her and the Pages, Dickson and all the others Hello for me. It looks and sounds like you are getting pretty well acquainted. There is one thing I definitely don’t want you to get in the habit of doing though, and page three. that is going to the Haye’s Church with them every Sunday. Going to church is all right, and I’m glad you and Ronnie are going. But there is a good Methodist, Baptist, and Presbyterian Church around close enough that you don’t have to go way down there. That church at 113th and Vicar is nice, also, the one that Vita goes to. If you don’t like those, there are others within a few blocks that you can choose from without going clear down there. I don’t have any particular objection with you getting more friendly with them, but definitely I do not want you to allow them to drag you and Ronnie off to their church all day every Sunday. So you only weigh 104 pounds. Better do something about that before I get home. I guess we both have about the same qualities when it comes to money. At least I’ve been accused of getting my money’s worth most of the time. The letter you enclosed of Forest’s was the latest word I have received from him. Certainly must be nice to be in a position to have your wife and family to come and live with you whenever you feel like it and still be in the Service. Oh well, he shouldn’t be in at all anyway, so he should get something out of it. As for the non combat boys getting ratings, well it is true, especially while back in the States. The only way I’ve seen anyone get ratings over here is when the man ahead of him got killed and he took his place. I wasn’t up at the front for that and glad of it. They can just send me home, the rest of them can have all the stripes. (I’m just having a cup of tea, and piece of toast, would you like to have a cup my dear.) page four You mentioned something about getting a letter from Chamberlin or that you were going to get one. Am very anxious to learn what he had to say. You never have said what you thought of my recent idea again of you going out there. You also mentioned something about caring for Jostes’ girls. What happened to that? I am in closing a money order for $60 in this letter. Hope it will help your financial troubles a little. There isn’t much I can use it for over here as long as I behave myself, which I expect to do. Glad to hear Ronnie did have a birthday party even though his daddy couldn’t be there. Guess I’ll be able to make his next one. I bought him a pair of wooden shoes tonight, which I am sending in the next day or two. They are just like a lot of the natives wear around here. Especially the farmers. You probably won’t believe it, but it’s true. They cost 100 francs -- two dollars -- I gave her two packages of cigarettes for them. Can’t understand why you are having so much trouble with the car. It was nice of Ed Lewis to come out and fix it for you though. I think you will find he is a good man. Does he know about where all I’ve been of late? One of your Feb. letters had the Christmas snap shots of you and Ronnie. They are very nice. A lot like the others, but I was still glad to get them. I also got the Aug. letter you had enclosed. I can’t understand what happened to that one. page five It’s getting late and I’m a little tired, so this is it for tonight. Certainly glad you are both all right and you still love me a little and miss me once in a while. As for me, you needn’t worry. I know a good thing when I see one or have one and I’ll be home someday to take possession again without any fear of anything I’ve ever done standing in our way. Good night my dears and all my love to you both Daddy ...

V-MAIL from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Private George W. Shonkwiler Memorial Day, May 30, 1945 11:20 PM Hello again honey, Three giant transports and 47 escort planes flew over our house today, bearing General Clark and his party, including 50 war <? herses> to the airport after their trip from Paris. I kept thinking how wonderful it would be to be among their families and welcoming my husband. By the way, how old will you be June 12, 34 or 35? I’m sure it’s 34, but since reading they may decide to discharge men over 35, I keep hoping you’re older. Can you blame me? About 5:00 today Ronnie and I went to the oasis on 111th to get a bite to eat, then celebrated by going to the Parkway to see Carol Lamard and Jimmy Steward in "Made for each other" (a picture made in 1938) and "That night in Rio" with Alice Page, Don Ameche, and Carmen Miranda, (also a few years old) and which I had already seen before. They sure get away with old pictures here too. Ronnie enjoyed them, so I guess it was okay. Doesn’t my holiday sound exciting? Even at that, it costs me all of $1.10 (including show,eats and a bag of candy). All I wait for now is word from you that you’ll be home soon. Bye. now, and lots and lots of love and correspondence, kisses and we miss you more and more. Bye. Good night. Mom and Ronnie. V-MAIL ...

Card from: N. Bonniver to: Pvt George Shonkwiler (cover page) To My Brother on his Birthday (center page) Here’s hoping this time next year you’ll be able to do any of these things you wish. For your Birthday Brother I sincerely recommend Many Happy Birthday Hours, The kind it’s grand to spend. Norma (back page) May 31[, 1945] 3631 A.E. Bybee Bvd Portland, Oregon Dearest Wes, Hope this reaches you in time for your birthday - time rather slipped up on me. [S]eems there is always so much to do. The last two weeks of school have been especially hectic - parties - <? premiers> - and all the end of school "helter skelter." Thank heaven it’s at last over. Claudette goes into H.S. next year. [D]oesn’t seem possible but guess it’s so. Suppose Wayne passes the 6th, he gets his report card tomorrow and Carol will be in 1st. Wayne now has a paper route and thinks he’s sitting on top of the world. Makes about $23 a month. Has to get up at 5:30 on Sun. morning. So far has done very well. The rest of the days he delivers the paper in the afternoon. We were able to buy him a fairly good second-hand bike so he delivers them on it. He pays Carol 5 cents a day to do his dishes and Claudette 5 cents a day to do his room. He’s really a man of money - intends to buy a war bond every other month. [H]e has it all figured out. I always figure out how Barney’s pay is to go, but most of the time it doesn’t cover everything I intended it to. Your Xmas package came back Sat. and we’ve have [had] 3 V-mails back. [N]ow Wes, about your birthday present. I can’t send you a package over 8 oz. without you requesting it and what you want or need. Have been turned down twice with packages. An 8 oz package is so small you can scarcely get anything in it. Now would you rather write and request (up to 5 pds.) what you’d like to have or could I send you a money order? Have written you before and asked you to write back asking for what you wanted but you must not have received the letter. I have no news of any one - have been so busy have neglected writing everyone therefore no letters. Still take Joan to the hospital one and two days a week for treatment of eczema. Did you ever get any relief for yours? We’ve found wheat to be one source of irritation. [D]on’t know how many more there will be. She has been on a wheatless, eggless milkless no orange diet for a month. Then the Dr. added goat milk with no bad results. Next wheat and that caused trouble so when I go tomorrow, suppose he’ll take wheat off again and add milk or oranges. Hope it’s milk as it’s hard getting much variety into a meal when she can’t have bread, crackers, cake, pie, ice cream, candy, gravy, noodles, spaghetti, etc. If I could always get meat to boil for the broth it wouldn’t be so bad. [B]ut that isn’t always possible and how she loves food. The little <? pig>[s] have been intending to take some more pictures but can’t get them all <? developed> up at the same time. Wanted to take some today but Barney broke his dental plate and wouldn’t have his picture taken without them. Said he really looked his age with them out and he didn’t want to give any one any false impressions. We’re still working hard on the house and grounds. We’re getting lettuce, onions, radishes, spinach, and <? suns> <? chard> <? feour> <? jhere>. Write us when you have spare time. We’re so glad to hear from you. Have you any idea when you are likely to get home? Were you able to contact Dick? Gladys wrote that Dick had written, he was going to Paris and try to get in touch with you. She was afraid he was on his way to the Pacific. May this horrible war end soon. Love, Norma ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 31, 1945 Thurs. 11:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Mom describes much crime in the neighborhood. More convesation about fidelity. Darling, How do you like the "snaps" of Ronnie? Can you see a change in him? He looks more like a boy now, instead of a baby when you saw him, doesn’t he? In fact sometimes I think he has enough pep and vigor to be twins. I haven’t seen Chuck’s daughters for seven months, so I imagine I’ll see a change in them too, if and when I get to see them this summer. Ronnie sure likes to pose for pictures now. He’s getting so he can turn his smiles on and off for the camera. Another thing he loves is to have a haircut. He had one today just before we had these pictures taken. He told the barber, "I went to the show last night and saw pretty girls," -- the little dickens. -- Boy is he noticing them at an early age. (Were you like that?) I received your letter today, dated May 20th. You mentioned getting pictures page 2 of Norma’s family. I received a letter from her this week, but no pictures. You mentioned Elinor’s letter and my having crossed out part of it. Well, s’pose I might as well tell you all about it, altho I didn’t want to because I figured you had enough to worry about, without my adding more to your load. You see while Elinor was here, (sometime last Fall) and she had gone to bed, I was sitting up writing to you, (as I did every evening after she retired) when the doorbell rang and 2 detectives told me a "peeping Tom" had been reported at my living room window by passing workmen (going down 110th St.). They looked around, but didn’t find anyone. That’s Chapter I. A couple of months ago Mr. Page’s car was ransacked and flashlight and all his gas siphoned. A week later I was at a show and the Pages were out and when they returned 20 minutes before I did, they found the front door open. They called me and when they got no answer, were frightened and when they got inside they page 3 found burned matches all over the floors all over the house and drawers pulled out, etc. When I got home 2 squad cars were here and house all lit up. I didn’t know what happened and when I went in and saw what had occurred, I just stood there shaking like a leaf. I’m glad I didn’t get home first anyway. The thieves had broken in the basement door and evidently knocked Judy out as she was in a daze when the Pages got here. Anyway Mr. Page lost: 1 suit (coat, vest and trousers, almost new), their radio, a clock, 1 pr. of pajamas, men’s hankies, and three shirts. We (you and I) lost your pocket watch (the small gold one) and an airplane luggage wardrobe case and the lapel pin you sent from Ft. Meade. I haven’t missed anything else as yet that I know of now, altho there might be more gone. I guess the loot will never be recovered and the cops always blame it on the colored people, and the detective said page 4 that when they arrest colored folks, when it gets to court downtown, the detectives are put on trial. They said if I’d known the serial no. of your watch, it might have helped to locate the robbers. I still wouldn’t have told you this and could kick myself for sending Elinor’s letter, but gosh, honey, I don’t want you to suspect me of any wrongdoing and especially as I’m innocent. When I said I’d tell you after the war, I didn’t stop to think you’d get angry and feel that I was keeping any evil secrets. I can see now of course that it would look suspicious, but it didn’t enter my mind at the time. I guess unless I find out differently about you, I always will be true - you know that!! My conscience is perfectly clear - that I know. Jeepers, at this rate, we’ll be driving one another to doing things we shouldn’t just because of doubts. You and I both page 5 realize (or should) that if we can’t trust one another, that we might as well cancel the whole thing, as after all mutual trust is the foundation of a good marriage, or at least so my parents brought me up to believe, and I know it must be true somehow. Of course with all the stories you hear and see about G.I. wives who go astray, I don’t blame you for wondering at times, but then there are loads of people here, too, who are always "kidding me" (or so they think) about the boys overseas having such a gay time, especially in Paris and that how can I expect to compete with all that glamour, etc. It’s all done in fun, but seeds of doubt flourish all too quickly and sometimes I could scream just hearing them go on and on. I know it isn’t true in my husband’s case, but it does get under your skin at times. But we just can’t let these things get us page 6 down, as it won’t be so very long before you’ll be home and I as well as you, want nothing to spoil that great day. I hope my crossing out the "robbery episode remark" in Elinor’s letter didn’t cause you to do anything reckless. Am I forgiven for being so thoughtless? Anyway, now you probably understand a little why I have been a little in favor of selling the house lately. Don’t let this change your decision, however, as we’re perfectly okay here, and it may never happen again. I guess I just got a bit scared at first because I am alone so much. This whole week the Pages are in Ottawa, but I’ve gotten over it, so that their being away doesn’t bother me so much. They say "lightning never strikes twice in the same place." I did take the service star out of the window as I’ve been told it attracts hoodlums, as they know you’re alone. I bought a blue slack suit for Ronnie today on the Avenue. Also washed all my furniture slipcovers. It’s been raining all day again. Bye, and lots of love to you from Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Was glad to hear you met Al Evers and finally got some ice cream after all these months. No Angel Food Cake? ...

Compaigne France 1 June 1945, Friday 7 p.m., Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Back again <? from> Paris, and here I sit holding a hot pack to the back of my neck while trying to write you. Guess you know from that that I am still having head trouble, very much so. In fact, I have felt so miserable that for the first time I haven’t enjoyed a trip to Paris. I can’t figure out what’s wrong, but I’m going to give the doctor a chance to tell me in the morning. There’s a slight swelling just behind my left ear, and it feels like someone had driven a spike in there and left it. The pain goes clear through my head constantly. I have been living on APC pills all week, and that isn’t good. Now for my Paris trip. Yesterday afternoon I took the Red Cross excursion trip to Versailles. We left at 1 p.m. and returned at 5 p.m. Versailles is about 20 miles southwest of Paris. Most of the afternoon was spent in going through the palace of King Louis XIV and two smaller palaces built for a couple of his mistresses. Guess one of them was for Louis XV’s at that. Anyhow, the palace is a huge thing and took 30,000 men, some 40 years to build, costing $300 million dollars plus cost of furnishing. A tremendous cost of money and labor and just another point to prove how <? surnn> some of these damn French are. How 40 million people can be so dumb as to let one man tax them to death so he can build such a white elephant is beyond me. Really the palace, <? tons> very impressive and <? has> this is one here in Compaigne of Napoleon looking very sick. Most of the paintings, statues, and tapestries, its had been removed but there were plenty left and some they are restoring already. If I could appreciate art, guess I would have been entranced as it was I only marveled at the construction and the building, over 300 years old, only occupied part of that time, yet practically everything still in perfect condition. I realized granite and marble does not weather fast, but it will settle and crack, and I looked hard for both without success. Guide thought pretty much the same, too <? pem> some of his remarks. He looks no different from the rest, though, because he looks up to the <? boy> like the rest of these people who can’t seem to think of anything but kings and dictators. I took a few pictures of the place and bought one taken of the group before Louis XIVth statue. I’ll send these along some of these days. Last night I saw a fair movie Bing Crosby and something about <? waves>, and then retired early. Had a very nice room in the Grand Central Hotel with a very nice soft bed. I didn’t sleep much, but it was a real luxury, just being there, and I did just that until 10.30 this morning. From then until 3 p.m. when we had to return, I walked and sat around watching Pair go by. Paris seems to have come awake. It seeths with activity and the people seem to already have forgotten the war. In fact the only thing that reminds me of the war now are the thousands of soldiers of all nationalities walking the streets and the black market. Of course the French women who can be picked up at any time day or nite. I think they are a permanent fixture of Paris though. I bought another camera today. A German make captured by some G.I. from a <? Hunii>. There are thousands of them in Paris now brought back by the combat trops on pass. This one is about like one I have at home and still takes #120 film. I paid two thousand Frances for it, $40.00. Was able to sell my cheap box camera for ten dollars so made a little profit there. Now I have something I can take some good pictures with, all I need is the film. Got one V-mail from you while I was gone and a birthday card from Dad plus one very old package you must have mailed last August from the looks of it. it had the black flashlight, (cheap one> plus two pound boxes of candy, and some cookies. The cookies were crumbs. Much of the candy was melted together, but believe it or not, the flashlight still works. I now have three in hand, and since it doesn’t get dark until 11 p.m., don’t use any and neither does anyone else. Well winter will come again, and I may still be here, so I’m not worrying about that. By the way, this is a continued affair. It’s after 10 p.m. now, and I have just returned from hearing a violin concert by Jasko Haiftez. He is very good. He is on a U.S.O. tour to France at the present time. I had never heard of him before, but guess he is really well known back in the States by the people in the know. I’m glad you bought Ronnie a wagon. Seems to me he should be big enough for the tricycle by this time. Why don’t you try and have it fixed for him? As for your breakfast dishes, sounds extravagant to me, go ahead though. You’ve only been going to get them for two years now that I know of. Glad to hear you are putting on a little weight. Are you sure it is in the right places? There is absolutely nothing new in my status here, and am almost convinced I am good right in this spot for some time to come. I know CB is worse, but damn it, I would like to go home for a change. Well, see you about next Christmas if I’m in my very lucky.And for now, all my love to you both, and rush those films.I am enclosing some pictures of Versailles.All my love to you both, again, daddy. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler June 2, 1945 Sat. Nite, 10:30 P.M. Darling, Sat. Nite again and as they say in that song - "Sat. night is the loneliest night of the week." That certainly is the truth! In fact every night this past week has been very lonely, as the Pages left Tues. afternoon and won’t be back until tomorrow. I got a card from them today from "Starved Rock". Guess I have to catch [you] up on the last 2 days events as I didn’t write last night. My throat was so sore again that I just went to bed page 2 instead of writing. This makes more than a week with a sore throat and stopped up nose. Wouldn’t be surprised if this cold lasts all summer. I’ve already lost five pounds of that 113 lbs I weighed a couple weeks ago. Vy and her Dad came in yesterday morning about 10:30 and were here until 4:30. They had lunch with me. We had, scalloped ham and potatoes, green beans, plum and college cheese salad, coffee and lemon chiffon pie. They were due for dinner at her cousins at 79th and Ingleside at 5:00, and she was leaving for California at 10:00 P.M. last nite. page 3 She looked good, but her hair is really snow white now. She was wearing her diamond and plans to marry the man after the war, she says. I have a feeling they won’t get married for some reason, but I hope for her sake that I’m wrong. She says he writes every day, but sometimes for a month at a time he doesn’t write at all, and gives as his reason that he, "Just gets tired of writing to people". - Sounds funny to me, but then people are funny. Besides he’s of Ukrainian descent. His name is Kazzullo. Wasn’t Mary Ukrainian? Maybe that accounts for it. He sounds just about as page 4 independent as she was. These Ukrainians and Polacks have been batted around so much by Russia and Germany, it’s no wonder they’re a bit "batty" at times. I took them down to Cottage and 111th where they caught a street car to go to 79th. On the way home I stopped at Dixon’s as Ronnie wanted to play with Bobby. She was having beef stew and asked us to stay for supper, which we did. After supper his sister and brother-in-law came over and we had a glass of beer, after which Ronnie and I went home and to bed. page 5 At 9:00 this morning, Edith Hayes called and said she was sick in bed with an infected sinus and is s’posed to have an operation next Wed. if the swelling goes down. This will be her 3rd operation for it, she says. She had ordered a stewing chicken at Brandt’s 4 or 5 weeks ago as she was s’posed to pick it up today, she asked if I would do it for her. I did, and when I got it home (I was s’posed to put it in my refrigerator as she had no room for it)[,] it still had head and feet on it and it wasn’t even cleaned, so I fixed it up and it’s in the refrige. now. She wants me to keep part of it for Ronnie and myself but I don’t feel that I should. Besides I don’t like stewed chicken very well, even if I haven’t had chicken for page 6 a long time. Joan came home with me for lunch, as all she’d fixed for herself for breakfast was a piece of toast. We had scrambled eggs, warmed ham and potatoes and ice cream with bananas. Boy, can that gal eat. Of course being 5 ft. 6 and 1/2 inches tall guess she can use a bit of food. She was so thrilled because she got real butter at my house. They always have margarine at her house, she said, even before rationing. Edith called tonite and said that she was so grateful for all I had done and said to let her know and she’d take Ronnie for a whole day sometime in return for the favor. I’m not anxious to have her page 7 take care of him, ’cause just a 1/2 day over there doing anything he pleases, and he’s so darn hard to handle when I get him home. Thinks he can get by with the same things at home. It’s no wonder Joan is so spoiled. So you don’t have to worry about my letting her take care of him very often. I’d intended mowing the lawn today, but it’s been raining off and on, so I gave up, eventually. I read in the paper that it rained 19 days in May and that’s quite a record. I’m enclosing a few clippings one of which is a picture of a gym set. Do you think if we got this set for Ronnie perhaps he’d stay in the page 8 yard and he could play with his friends at home instead of roaming all over the neighborhood. It’s all I can do to keep track of him, so he doesn’t trot up to Halsted and also 111th with Bobby and Tommy. I know we don’t have money to spend on such things, but if I thought it would keep him out of danger, it’s worth that and more. He has $21.00 in the bank, but I’d rather hate to take it out unless you think I should. They have wood ones for $19.95, but doubt if they’d stand up to outdoors very long. Maybe my idea is all wet, so if you think so, just say so. page 9 I got a letter from Irene Sinertsen today and I’m enclosing it. Edith said today that Ernest’s brother also has been discharged because of trench feet. He was 38, too, of course. I wonder if Elmer will be discharged. I talked to Francis Evers on the phone tonite and told her you’d met Al, etc. She and her sister and baby, are coming here for dinner next Sunday, altho as yet I don’t even know if I can get meat. Francis sent me 40 pts. this week, so I was able to buy some butter, cheese and ham this week for which I was very thankful. page 10 I’m so sleepy, honey that I can’t write anymore. I had a glass of hot ovaltine and some cookies and I guess it’s putting me to sleep. I have to get up early and get Ronnie off to sunday school, so bye, and take care of yourself - you belong to me - and don’t forget it! Goodnite and maybe I’ll dream of you, love and kisses, Mom and Ronnie p.s What is a BAR man? Irene mentions it in her letter. P.S Just got 2 more $10.00 war bonds today. That makes just 4 and all that I’ve rec’d. Shouldn’t we have more? ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 2 June 1945, Sat. 10 PM Noteworthy: (addendum) Towns Dad’s unit took. My dear Alice and Ronnie, Another Saturday nite and another week gone. So far I’ve spent the evening seeing a rather poor show and walked through a cheap carnival here in town. On the way back stopped at my French friend’s for a few minutes chat. Very exciting evening I assure you. We moved into our new office while I was in Paris so I missed that - which made me very mad. The place we are in now is about like the last. Really we are a little more crowded as they are putting in more men and we got a couple page 2 extra in our department. Redeployment is in full swing now. Our work hasn’t felt it yet but we will and I expect in the very near future we will be very busy. Lately we <? haviing> being doing much. I’m enclosing a money order for $100. You see your packages are paying off, reverse lend lease or something. I might even allow you to spend some of this on yourself since I can’t find much from this end to buy and send you. I looked again when in Paris but nothing doing. Things are still too tight. Am hoping that later on I will page 3 be able to get something. No mail again today and that finishes out the week with exactly one V-mail letter from you. What kind of service is that I’d like to know? My head still is splitting but it does seem a little better so didn’t go on sick call today. New [knew] he would just tell me to put on more hot wet packs anyhow. That’s it for tonite my dears. Maybe tomorrow two or three letters will give me a little more to write about. All my love to you both, Daddy Addendum letter from: Sergeant Arthur Lane to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler Dear Wes, It really was good to hear from you again. I guess my last letter must have bounced around quite a bit before you got it. We didn’t do much celebrating at the end of the war. We still are sweating out what’s going to happen to us and are all hoping for the best. That is all we can do. Your job sounds O.K. - a hell of a lot better than you were doing here. -- If we go anywhere near Compiegne I’ll look you up. - I suppose the RD’s here will be packing up soon and moving out though. That Paris celebration must have been something. After you left us we stayed at Saarlautern quite a while - Had a couple of breaks at Caume and <? Veluug> and then traveled north to Belgium and then into Holland for a while. We hit combat again on the Rhine drive to lock Krefelt -- Munchen, Gladbeck, Verdunge - then after another rest we crossed the Rhine and helped clean the Ruhr pocket - taking Hamm, Dortmund and some of those other places. Right now, we are on inactive duty just North of Munster - So that’s the story - Be good now and write again, As ever, Art ...

from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler, 36902856, Hq & Hq Co. 16th R.D. A.P.O. 129 % Postmaster, New York, N.Y. June 3rd ’45 Midnite (Sun. mite) Hello honey, (1) Just another uneventful Sunday. This morning Ronnie and Bobby went to Sunday school with Mrs. Dixon. Brrr, was it cold all day today, about 38 degrees or less, such weather. I asked Ronnie what his Sunday school teacher said to him today and he replied, "She said, "be quiet Ronnie", that’s what she said to me". I guess it’s pretty hard for him to be quiet at that. After Sunday school Bobby came over for a while. They were sitting, looking and exclaiming over some baby pictures. I asked Ronnie if he’d like to have a boy and he said "No", very emphatically. I then asked Bobby if he’d like a baby brother and he said "No, I want a baby sister". I said why don’t you tell your mommy and he replied, "I already asked my daddy and he said it costs too much money". Isn’t that terrific, haha. Murray came over for an hour this noon to wait for Marge who was having her hair fixed at the beauty shop. After he left Ronnie and I ate our dinner and he went to bed. While he was asleep I made a cute little brown wool gabardine cap for him. I’m also making a <? loafer> jacket short pants out of brown and white checked wool. These outfits are terribly expensive. And I’m making it out of my brown gabardine jacket and material left over from my <? checkered> suit. See you next page,love, mom and Ronnie.______________________from: Mrs. G. Shonkwilerto: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler, 36902856, Hq & Hq Co. 16th R.D.A.P.O. 129 % Postmaster, New York, N.Y.June 3rd ’45 (late)Hello, honey. Again (2)After his nap, Ronnie played outside with Bobby. Then we went up to theParkway restaurant for a sandwich and stopped up at Marg and Murray’safterwards for a couple of hours. The pages came home just as I wasputting Ronnie to bed and about 10.30 they came down for some coffeeand donuts. Seems good to have them home after staying here alone sincelast Tuesday. They had brought a souvenir for Ronnie, but as he was inbed, I told them to wait until morning so I don’t don’t know what it isas yet. It always seems a long time between Sat. noon and Monday noonbecause of no mail delivery at this time.I always hope I’ll get mail on Monday and that is tomorrow. I also keephoping in each letter that the next will bring good news of a dischargefor you. Why don’t you get hospitalized for your skin, stomach, ordermatitis? Seems to me you’ll get home sooner that way. It’s an ideaanyway. Well good night and lots of love always, Mom and Ronnie.V-MAIL ...

from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Private George W. Shonkwiler June 4th, 1945, Monday, Darling, It is well after midnight, and I should be in bed, but guess I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t write you, so here I am. It’s a about a month since I received Dan Sweeney’s wife’s letter, and I just now wrote her a few lines. She’d mentioned my coming to <? Banny> sometime, and I in return asked her to come here. I doubt either one of us will do either, however, as in a way, it’s kind of silly for us to get together at all Page two. unless, of course, we might, after you and Dan come home. I had two very nice letters today from guess who, dated May 24th and 25th. I’m glad you finally got those powders, as I was afraid you might be suffering without them. By the way, how is the stomach and skin and so on? And also your sinus. Of course, the sinus doesn’t bother, except in cold weather, I s’pose. This meat situation is bad, but as we eat lots of eggs, and I haven’t minded too much as yet. Of course, now I hear milk, and Page three. eggs are going to be scarce. That will be something as Ronnie and I eat more than a dozen eggs per week now, and at least two or three quarts of milk per day. Ronnie prefers eggs to cereal, which the doctor said is okay. Mrs. Carlson, (across the alley), asked me a couple of weeks ago if I cared to have fresh eggs, as her mother has chickens. Was I glad, as the store eggs aren’t at all good. I’ve had four dozen so far from her at 50 cents per dozen. These are the first fresh eggs I’ve had since we got Page 4. them from Dick Weseliands (or how do you spell his name?). Do you have a combat infantry medal? I noticed Elmer Sirest’s son has, and wondered if you did, too, or is that something special? I’ve been busy all day today mowing the lawn and digging dandelions. I mowed the whole lawn except for about one third of the backyard, which Mr. Page finished when he came home. We had frost last night, and the temperature all day today has been 39 degrees, or 40 degrees, and windy. Page five. I had wool slacks, vest, blouse, and suit coat, and scarf, and still froze while cutting the grass. It didn’t help my cold either. I got a pound of pork cutlets last week, and have had them broiled, fried a couple of days last week, and today made a stew (r is it chop suey), with the balance, and still have enough for tomorrow? That just goes to show you how far one pound of meat has to go nowadays. If only a person could get a chicken, but guess page six. that’s wishful thinking, as there just aren’t any. I put my name on a list a week ago for a chicken, so I hope some time in the future I may be lucky enough to get one. Who knows? Even Murray’s mother can’t get a chicken out there. Imagine. Ronnie has been out all day today. Dressed in snow suit, hood, and mittens, of course, plus sweater underneath. (Such June weather.) Went out after breakfast and came in for lunch and his nap, then out after page seven. his nap and in for supper and then spent a few minutes with Mr. Page while he was digging. Mr. Page dug up an 18-inch garter snake and Ronnie, with his "sawed-off shotgun", shot it and also shot every worm as the earth was turned over. The gun of course is wood and with a trigger which makes a noise as he clicks it. After a few minutes he went over to play baseball with Mr. Dixon and Bobby. At 8.15 he came in saying, page eight, Mr. Dixon had sent him home. (I, of course, had called and told him to send him home.) I told Ronnie to be real quick while undressing as I was listening to Lux Radio Theatre. You’d have laughed seeing him tiptoe around and talking to me in whispers all the while he was getting ready for bed. Even said his prayers in a whisper, he’s a model child at times. After Ronnie was in bed, the Pages asked me to join them upstairs so I brought some sewing up with me. I’m making a vest in short pants for page nine. Ronnie and also a cap, short pants and loafer jacket. He sure needs clothes to look his best at Sunday school on Sunday, but I manage pretty well as it doesn’t take much material and I can also make things out of cast off closing. He grows so fast it’s all I can do to keep lengthening his old clothes all the time too. I’m glad to hear you saw Al Evans again. Is he as nice as his wife, I wonder. I like her very much. page ten. You asked if I plan on moving before July? When I said "if we’re still here when the Tasties move in to their new home," I meant that you might be home by then and we’d move to Glenn Ellyn, but I guess there’s no chance of that happening after all. Martha mentioned that if I wanted to go to work after July, she’d take care page eleven. of Ronnie during the day. Would you mind having him stay with her during the day? It might be a good thing as Tommy and Bobby are so tough with Ronnie and are teaching him to be such a toughie that it might be a good idea for him to play with other kids too. I’m pretty sure Martha would take good care of him although I, page twelve, wouldn’t know what to pay her. Maybe she could set a price. What do you think? Why don’t you want me to work at Pullman? Any particular reason? I could probably inspect as they need them at present. I wouldn’t want to do heavy work anyway. Besides I wouldn’t care to work at Smith’s. Oh well, maybe you will get home and I won’t have to work at all (that is outside housework, I mean). Good night, darling. All our love always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 4 June 1945 Monday, 6:30 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Three very nice airmail letters from you and a V-mail from Dad today. Your letters were dated May 20th to May 27th and 28th. And one of them had Norma’s letter enclosed. It’s a good thing I received them too because they have helped me over a pretty rough day. Yesterday I thought my head was better, but today I have known differently. I went to the dispensary this afternoon and the major told me to come back in the morning and he would send me over to the hospital for an x-ray. We have a station hospital here in Compiegne. Can’t for the life of me figure out what can be wrong. It doesn’t seem to be a boil. Yet I haven’t hit my head against anything page 2 or been hit. The only thing I can think of might be causing it is possible strain. Last Sunday a week ago while we were cleaning our new office, a ledge I was standing on while washing a window, gave way and I nearly fell over backwards. As it was I caught myself going in time and jumped. But that was only about three foot drop and I certainly thought nothing of it at the time. Oh well maybe after tomorrow I’ll find it’s nothing more than a little pain which is a part of everyday life in the ETO. (European Theatre of Operations) There is some USO show in town tonite which I think I’ll try and see. About three painkiller pills should get me through it. How do you like my new pen? We sign up for one at the PX, wait a couple months then we finally come up for one and page 3 take what comes. Cigarette lighters the same. I was lucky my name happened to come up right after they got a new shipment of each and I was able to buy this lifetime guarantee, $8.75 pen (Schaefer) for 206 francs, or $4.12 cents. Also, a pre-war finished Ronson lighter. Of course Ronson lighters are the envoy of all the GIs <? need> here. I’ve seen men turn down $20 for one. This one cost $106 francs, or $2.12. It is really very nice. A French man offered me eleven dollars for my old one. The one that used to belong to you, remember? It has been banged and dropped around considerably since leaving the States so I’m half tempted to sell it to him. However that and my pocketbook are about the only things I still have that crossed the pond with me originally so I might keep it just as a keepsake. page 4 One can’t ever grow rich on keepsakes though can you? Boy I’m getting worse than a Jew. It’s the environment. It seems all the ambition anyone has around here is first to get out of the army and second to make as much money as we can as quickly as possible. It’s a great world. Dad’s letter along with yours and everyone else’s I have received since VE Day asked when I will go home. All the other boys get letters asking the same thing. It’s quite a laugh over here because it sure as hell looks like we are stuck for some good little time yet. We sent [home] a lot of big pointers through here today though. Someone is getting to go home anyhow, Those boys all deserve to go though, so I don’t feel too badly about it. One fellow had 42 months in the ETO. Guess he will page 5 be glad to reach New York. I’m sorry to hear about your cold. Certainly hope it’s better now. It seems to me that there is nothing as important around there but what you would kinda let things go a little and rest up a bit when you are not feeling too good. So Ronnie’s starting young with his gals. If I remember correctly the Johnson gal is not bad. He learns young too. As for my old flames, guess I did have one or two and Miss Elliott was one of the nicer ones. Wonder where she is now. Somewhere along the line I lost track of her - after I had started to I.U. I think. Ronnie’s doll and Mother’s Day card is very cute. Can hardly believe he is getting big enough to do those things. Damn it if I don’t get home pretty soon I won’t even know page 6 him myself. As for the pressure cooker. Believe Edith Hayes knows how to work it. Also, I know Gladys does. One thing you can be sure of, food cooks much faster in it than anything else and as scarce as meat is around there, I certainly wouldn’t risk ruining any experimenting. As for the old dresses [I] believe I gave you a solution to that problem in one or two of my back letters. However, don’t try and send them all at once. Some of your packages never reached me it seems. Of course use any of them you can for making things for Ronnie. I can think of no better use they would be put to. I’m still very much behind in letter writing. Had good intentions last nite then the boys started a poker game and needed another, so page 7 I forgot letter writing to the extent of winning a few hundred francs. I lose too once in a while. I’m afraid I could never become very rich as a gambler. I usually know when to quit though so don’t think I’ll ever lose much either. That seems to be my trouble I play too cautiously. About time to go to the show now so must close. Looks like we are going to get wet. But it won’t be the first time over here so I’ll see the show anyhow. Your letters were all three very nice and really they are the only thing that counts these days. So keep them coming. Maybe same day yet the gap between us will be narrowed to the point where we can do much more about it than write letters. page 8 Oh for that day. Until then all my love to you both. Your, Daddy Addendum. letter from: Louis Chamberlin to: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler May 23, 1945 Dear Mr. Shonkwiler Your letter written early this month was received on the 21st. I mailed a letter to you on May 14th to [the] address given by Mrs. S. Replying to your question: "is this a good time to sell (?) or will I be able to get more when I return home?" I am convinced that the real estate market will be STRONG for at least five years; it will require considerable time to get building activities in full swing and during that period the demand for houses will continue and prices will be maintained at high levels. Yes, it is a good time to sell, BUT YOU MUST HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE ALL ARRANGED FOR BEFORE YOU SIGN A SALES CONTRACT, because your chances of renting are practically nil, and if you buy a house that has a tenant you do not know when possessions can be had: if you buy from an owner then possession can be secured. In my last letter I said that new listings continue to come in and there is always something to sell. Just as I started this letter a lady phoned and said: "I want to buy a 6-room house priced at eight to ten thousand dollars. What have you got?" I found that she has a bungalow to sell at $5,000 and I know of another owner who wants to sell her 6-room house and buy a bungalow. Now my job is to see if there’s a chance to make a double deal. It is not easy because you have to suit four people with both the house and location. AND THE PRICE. Sometimes we accomplish this miracle. Glad to hear that you have seen Paree! and Napoleon’s castle - did you have dinner in the dining room and French attendants serving the viands? (You see I’m drawing the best picture I can.) There is some inquiry for vacant lots. You will have plenty of building contracts to work on when you return, which I hope will be very soon. Mrs. C. continues to have plenty of health problems; not having help at home creates many difficulties, but we manage to keep going. Yours sincerely, L.A. Chamberlin. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt. George W. Shonkwiler June 7, 1945, Friday night, 9 p.m. Hello honey, Was so thrilled to get two letters today, (dated May 28th and 30th), but when I started to read the first, I was almost sorry I’d received it, because I felt so blue after reading it. Don’t ever say again that you’d like to jump in a lake or do away with yourself in any fashion. You scare me to death, saying things like that. I had my second colitis treatment today. They seem to do me a lot of good. In fact, I got up at 7:20 this morning feeling page two like a lark and finished my ironing and did a little sewing and so on. Your letter really got me down, however, and at present, I feel lower than I ever did. I realize, of course, that your headache and boil on your head had a lot to do with it. So I hope that your mood has passed by now. How did the boil come out? Or was it one? I know when I don’t feel well, (like the past three weeks for instance), I get down in the dumps too. Then when I feel better and can think more rationally, I decide we page three both could be a lot worse off than we are. Just think how badly you could have been injured. Some of these boys will spend the rest of their days in a hospital, and you do have a future, even if it’s a long way off to plan on. Then there are other boys who have lost their wives, either by divorce or otherwise. Some have lost their children. You and I have each other, plus an adorable little boy. Both should be worth waiting for. As for close friends, you and I are in the same boat. I don’t have one real friend that I can page four trust for sure. Of course there is Marge, but then she has so many other friends and relatives, plus Murray, that I don’t see her very much. When she and Murray do stop in, it’s only for a short visit, as Murray must get home early for his rest. And then, again, I always wonder whether she’s just being nice to me because of you and Ronnie and so on. Of course I have the neighbors, but they are all much older than I. So you see, I don’t live the life of Riley either. I do have Ronnie, and that is a compensation. But if you remember right, that when you page five and he were alone before my coming you didn’t feel that that was an ideal setup either. Of course I only see him at meals anyway. He’s so busy with his gang of chums and girlfriends, morning, noon, and night. This morning he went outside to play by himself in the backyard, and you should have heard him singing away, "My dreams are getting better all the time." I didn’t know where he learns these songs, but I suppose he catches them on the radio. He came in for breakfast at 8.30, then at 9.30 out again, page six although, this time, Bobby and Johnny Olson, Tammy Ivan, and Jennifer Nirkhe were in the backyard too. Mrs. Dixon had gone away, and I had to look out for Bobby. So that’s why Bobby didn’t insist on playing at his house. What a racket. Every two minutes someone was crying, and one or the other would tattle on the other, which is something I ignore because they’re all just as full of the dickens. Even Ronnie can hold his own in a wrestling match now. I’ll bet the "dutchess" (next door), was fit to be tied. Every time a plane went page seven by overhead, the whole gang would make noises like a Tommy Gun and shoot the Japs down as they called it. I’ll bet it seems funny to you to even think of Ronnie other than as a little baby, doesn’t it? Even a year makes quite a bit of difference at his age. You’d be astonished at his vocabulary as there is very little he can’t make you understand now. In fact, he can converse quite intelligently when he wants to. About the time Mrs. Dixon came home, (about 11:45), Ronnie hit Bobby on the head with a truck page eight and away went Bob, and just before that, Jennifer and Tommy had left. So, Johnny and Ronnie kept on playing until 12:30 when I called Ronnie for lunch. He didn’t want lunch, he wanted to go over to Johnny’s house. He came in, however, and was a good boy and ate all his lunch. I s’pose should have spanked Ronnie for hitting Bobby, but I didn’t as Bob has been teasing him all morning and had it coming. I did make him tell Bob he was sorry, though. It’s hard to mediate their disputes as all kids page nine are selfish and they don’t get over it until 10 or 11 years of age. Or so I’ve read (I guess some people never do get over it). However, I didn’t think that applies to either you or I. Or am I wrong? The Pages went out tonight and I’m alone as usual. Gosh, I wonder how it would feel to get all dressed up and go out for a change. I haven’t even seen a good show for a month. It’s almost 10 o’clock and believe it or not, I think I’m going to bed. I have a lot to do tomorrow and perhaps if I get started early enough I’ll be through in time for Ronnie and me page 10 to attend a movie. If it wasn’t such a tiresome trip for Ronnie, I’d attempt going to the loop as out here I’m always seeing pictures I saw years ago. I notice your letters are no longer censored, which must be a relief for you. I’m glad you liked the billfold, but sorry you can’t use it. Do you intend to sell it? I hope not, but if you do, just remember that I paid $7.50 plus 20% luxury tax for it, and don’t take any less. Ordinarily I wouldn’t quote the price of a gift, but in this case I don’t want you to lose anything on it as per former page 11 sales. Come to think of it, perhaps I can scare up a few clothes to send you although I’m so afraid you’ll get in trouble, although I see no reason why you can’t sell your own things. Anyway, I guess the French make plenty on you fellows too. As for Chanel #5 perfume, just forget it, as I had no idea it was so expensive. By the way, just for curiosity sake, how much did you pay for the perfume you sent me? It smells very nice, I enjoyed the description of the boys you live with as it helps me picture things page 12 in my mind. I particularly enjoyed my husband’s description and proud to know that he’s behaving and also that he loves me a little. I can readily see that being true would make you unpopular with fellows who are trying to find excuses for their own behavior. Just don’t let it get you down and someday we’ll show them all that it pays in the long run, if not present. At least I hope so and if we both try hard enough and believe in it long enough, we’ll manage somehow. Good night, darling, and sweet dreams to the dearest man I know, love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt. George W. Shonkwiler June 7, 1945, Thursday 9:10 p.m. My Darling, Received a nice letter from "that man" again today. It’s funny how a person lives for letters these days. The mail service is a wonderful thing when you analyze it, isn’t it? Of course the days I don’t get letters, I don’t think it’s so hot. My cold has finally settled in my head and I’m having terrific sinus headaches. I haven’t had a sinus headache since I had my tonsils out four years paged two ago. But now I have them again. I’ve also had a little trouble with my colitis, so today I went to a doctor. He gave me a colon irrigation and I have to have another tomorrow and the next day and also on a very strict diet of fruit. Fruit and vegetable juices and vegetables for six days. Imagine the meat situation won’t bother me for the next week it seems. The tragic part of it is that I was able to get a three pound pot roast, (20 points and $1.61) for next Sunday when Francis Evers and page three her sister are coming over, and my meatless diet won’t be over until next Wednesday. My mouth has been watering all yesterday and today just thinking of Sunday’s feast and now I’m to be deprived of it. I have worse luck than anyone it seems or what do you think? Well, I guess it’s worth it if I really get fixed up. He tells me after these treatments I’ll be able to eat anything and feel good in the bargain and also clear my page four complexion. It’s $5 for the first treatment and $4 each thereafter. I’m going to need money, it seems. I sent you a box today containing a box of cookies (which I baked last night, believe it or not), and also 10 bars of Palmolive and Camay soap. (Perhaps the soap might pay for a couple of my calls to the doctor. If you’re sure you won’t get into trouble.) The cookies I hope you like well enough to eat. Of course if you don’t page five get them within a month, doubt whether you like ’em. Seems your luck isn’t too good if being in category 3 means you can be shipped to the Pacific. Of course that is also my bad luck, isn’t it? Guess they don’t think you’re in very poor health. I’m beginning to think you’d have better chance of getting out because of my health. I have low blood pressure, 110, it should be 126. He also said my pulse is 72 instead of 74. It skips a beat once in a while. Plus that I’m anemic. He says after getting the toxins and poisons out page six of my system, the rest will easily be remedied by diet and vitamins. So don’t worry too much. All indications are that I’ll live. They say the good die young, so guess I’ll live to a ripe old age. I’m also going to start going to bed before 11 o’clock every night, if possible, as I’ve been staying up too late, lately, altho I’ve been home every night. You mentioned "all those night clubs I go to" and so on, page seven That’s a laugh, and that’s for sure. The only time I even see a nice restaurant or a cocktail lounge is when I have company from Rockford, and that happens about once in two or three months. You are the one who gets around drinking cognac and champagne and not I. As for temptations, they are few at my own fireside and furthermore, who would stay with Ronnie while I strayed? Even Virginia, (across the street), is dating and hasn’t been here for a couple of months. So, honey, even if I had the page 8 inclination, I wouldn’t have much chance. I’m not even inclined, as I’m willing to wait for my true love, even tho the time drags. The way I felt the past three weeks, I wouldn’t care to go out, even with you. My cold of course is what’s getting me down mostly at present. Ronnie is so disgustingly healthy that I feel even more ill, just watching his vim, vigor and pep. He stayed at Dixon’s while I went to the doctor today, but altho he was in bed there for his nap, he didn’t sleep. I asked him why he didn’t sleep, and he replied, because you were gone, Mommy. Can you imagine? Mrs. D also said he had asked for me several times, saying, "is Mommy back yet?" Guess he misses me, after all. Good night Darling and sleep tight. Be good on account of we love you, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt. George W. Shonkwiler June 10, 1945, Sunday night Darling, Spent a pretty busy day yesterday. Started to clean house in the morning. Then, from 11 o’clock to 12 o’clock p.m., had my third treatment for colitis. Then shopped for groceries and picked up some meat Mrs. Page had ordered. She was having seven for dinner and I had ordered a potroast. When I picked up for her, it turned out they hadn’t rec’d any roasts from the packing, so her package contained five veal chops as a substitute. Imagine serving seven people on five chops. But page two that’s what she did today. Yesterday afternoon I finished the house cleaning and after supper, I, (all by my lonesome), went to the State to see "To Have and Have Not" with Lauren BaCall and H. Bogart, and a Sherlock Holmes picture. Mrs. Page put Ronnie to bed and was home all evening and she suggested my going out. Everyone tells me I should get out more. But, gosh, I get so lonesome sitting alone in a show. Last night, I was mad as I sat down in a seat and (two empty seats between us), a man (about 40) kept staring at me. I finally got scared and moved further to the page three front. Guess they think just because a girl’s alone, they are out for no good. So you see it’s tough as I go "batty" staying home alone and feel conspicuous going out alone. I had called Frances, but she was unable to go. Anyway, I saw the picture that you recommended as good and I thought it was pretty good too. I got home close to 12 o’clock and the Pages asked me to come up for a cup of coffee (Postum for me however as my doctor won’t, let me drink coffee). After that, I was too sleepy to write, so I didn’t, (I’m a bad girl, aren’t I?) But I notice you miss oftener than I, page four so I don’t think I’m so bad at that. The hour for bedtime is drawing closer and here I am still writing. This morning, Ronnie went to Sunday school as usual. But Bobby didn’t go as they had taken him to a party Saturday night and didn’t get iin until 3 a.m. They certainly don’t care how long they keep him out, as long as they don’t miss out on their parties. Yet, he seems to survive. So maybe it’s okay. I don’t think it’s such a hot idea however. I think it’s terrible when Ronnie is up until 10, and that doesn’t happen very often as he’s usually in bed page five at 8 o’clock or at the latest 8:30, depending on how many detours he can’t think of before getting to bed and also how many books he has read to him. I no sooner finish reading one book and he’ll run and get another. I expected Francis Evers and her sister and Donald (the son) about one o’clock for dinner, so after picking Ronnie up at S. School at 10.35, I prepared a potroast, carrots, potatoes, peas, a salad made with raspberry jello and peach halves, and I baked a lemon chiffon page six pie. Plus, dusting and vacuuming. On top of all this, they arrived at 12:30 instead of one o’clock. We didn’t eat until 1:30, however. Besides the above, we had vegetable juice cocktail. The only thing was that I am on a vegetable and fruit diet. But I reneged and had a little of everything, even a cup of coffee. You see, I’ve been drinking Postum lately, which is made from roasted cereal barley, and so on. (I’m as bad off as the French). Today was a nice sunny page seven day for a change, and the kiddies, (Ronnie and Donnie), played in the backyard. I took some pictures, and I hope they turn out okay for a change, as it’s my last roll of film. By the way, did you ever get the two rolls of 120 film I sent you last month? I hope so! Frances and her sister stayed for supper, too, and we had cold beef, potato salad, jello peach salad, bread and butter, coffee and more pie. About 7:30, I drove them home, and she showed me some souvenirs her husband (Al) had sent her. page 8 These were some snaps, photos of Saint Quentin, a filgreed Dutch silver base, kerosene lamp, some handkerchiefs, a vase, a silver egg cup, e.t.c...

Magazine cutout from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: Pvt. George W. Shonkwiler This is a preview of me when you get home if I find you’ve been stepping out with any of these French Madamoiselles. So BEWARE! ...

V-MAIL from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: REC George W. Shonkwiler June 11, 1945, Monday night. Hi, honey. How are you? I’m pretty worried about your swelling behind the ear. I haven’t had a letter since you mentioned going to the doctor again in your June 1st letter. Aren’t you satisfied with all your aliments? Do you have to have more? I wrote a long letter last night, so hope you’ll settle for this today. I haven’t accomplished a thing today outside of straightening up the house a bit and bringing a roll of film to Madison’s for developing and printing. He gave me a roll of 620 and one of 120, so I was pretty lucky. Marge also called today saying she got a 120 for you through her sister. I’ll mail them first class, so perhaps you’ll get them pretty soon, I hope. Marge also mentioned that the point requirements will be lowered for discharges because they only released 250,000 by the over 85 percent schedule and how I hope you will be included in the revised point system. I’m always looking at married couples and wondering if they realize how lucky they are to be together. I doubt if they do. <? unintelligible sentence> Love always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Happy Birthday card to "Wes" To my Husband on His Birthday (page 1) Bringing my loving Birthday wishes to the dearest man in all the world! signed Mom and Ronnie (page 2) ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 12th, 1945, Tuesday, very late My Own Darling, Happy birthday and how I wish I could have had you with us to celebrate it. I was so darn lonesome that I asked the Pages to come down to eat with us. You see, I still had the 2 1/2 pound chicken (a fryer) frozen in the refrigerator since last weekend. I waited weeks before I got it at Brant’s. We had fried chicken (exceptionally good) potatoes, buttered asparagus and carrots, Waldorf salad (celery, apples and nuts) and ice cream (strawberry and chocolate), page two and cookies. This is the first chicken I’ve prepared since last November because they’re not available. All I’d have needed was an angel food cake and it would have been an ideal birthday meal for you. Am I being cruel to even mention this meal? Well, you were both spoken of and thought of at the meal if that helps at all. After dinner, Mr. Page suggested Mrs. Page and I going to a show while he stayed home with Ronnie, which we did. Mrs. Page insisted on paying. We saw "Experiment Perilous" with Hedy Lamarr and "Forever Yours", page three with Joy Hodges (I think). Both good, but the Hedy Lamar picture was rather morbid. Did I tell you that since my cold left me, I’ve had terrific sinus headaches two weeks now? I spent $13 last week on having my colitis treated and now this. I haven’t had sinus headaches since I had my tonsils removed (four years ago), but it seems they’re back. I’m going to Billings in the morning for a checkup as I’ll go out of my head if this keeps up much longer. I got your money order ($100) yesterday and I’ll no doubt spend my share page four on doctor bills. What A Life! Some of it will probably go for auto insurance. You mentioned that it would be extravagant buying a breakfast set for $7 or $8. You should talk, buying $50 worth of cameras, $50 pistol, $13 cigarette cases, lighters, pens, and whatnot. Not that I blame you, but just thought I’d tell you anyway. You see I haven’t bought a thing for my personal use outside of a couple pairs of shoes. And I thought perhaps if one had a cheap breakfast page five set, it might save our good dishes. As it is, I don’t have a dish that isn’t cracked or chipped to use when or if I have company for a cup of coffee. If you remember the condition those pastel dishes were in when Mary left, you’ll agree. But I don’t know why I’m telling you as I can’t afford a new set anyway. By the way, do you think I should bring the car to Packard for an overhaul or not? Maybe they’d settle for $5 per month. It needs a dent or two repaired, plus grease and a simonizing or whatever page six else that they do. Let me know what you think and soon. Thank you all the <? hankies> in the package of <? Yanks> and S&S you sent. I gave one to Mrs. Page and will give one each to Eleanor and Joan for a graduation gift and I’m enclosing a letter from Claude. I think Ronnie and I will accept the invitation and do you think I should offer to pay some of the expenses? I talked to Gladys and she says Dick may be home for 30 days at the time as he is going to the S. Pacific with the 9th Army. She said if he page seven did they’d be up at the lake for a couple days and if not, she and Joyce would come for her vacation. (I don’t know if that’s one or two weeks.) Then perhaps I’ll hear from Eleanor to come at the same time. Be just my luck. I doubt if Eleanor would ask me for more than a weekend anyway. How I hope your rumors of your coming in three months is true. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to celebrate our anniversary together for a change? That would be too good to be true I guess. Even by Christmas would be wonderful. page eight I’m just dreaming and dreaming. I’m glad to hear your ear swelling wasn’t serious. It worried me. I had letters yesterday dated June 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 6th. Not bad I’d say. I’m sorry you aren’t getting mine. After Mrs. Page and I came home from the show (at 12:15 a.m.), we had coffee and muffins, which accounts for the late hour. Ronnie and I again wish you a happy birthday. (If that’s possible.) Congratulations on the PFC, honey. How do you like the pictures? All our love, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: Pvt. George W. Shonkwiler June 13th, 1945, Wednesday, 11 o’clock p.m. Hello Honey, This will be very short as I’m due in bed now. You see, I’m going to Billings in the morning at 8 o’clock, so I’ll have to get up at 6 o’clock to make it. Besides, this headache is no inspiration for a love letter. I just wrote to Claude accepting their offer of going to a lake cottage with them. Mrs. Page, Ronnie and I walked up to Michigan Avenue today where I paid the telephone bill and bought a couple overseas cartons. (I fell asleep just now, page two imagine.) I’ve been using the pressure cooker lately for a few things. Today I made a big kettle of vegetable soup. I got a big soup bone from Benny for 20 cents, and as I had about a half pound of beef on hand, I cubed it and put it in along with carrots, celery, parsley, potatoes, onions, bay leaf. It was delicious, and I have enough for several days. Do you like homemade vegetable soup? I hope so, so I can make it when you come home, too. Ronnie likes it and ate a big bowl of it, plus page three bread and butter, peaches and milk for supper. At noon, we had leftover chicken, potatoes, gravy, asparagus, and ice cream. I’m enclosing a couple of snaps taken on Dixon’s camera last Christmas. She just had the role developed now, and gave me these two tonight. Mr. Han (next door to Dixon’s) gave me a bunch of the dahlia bulbs tonight, and some chrysanthemum plants. Nice, don’t you think? Mrs. Dixon gave me a bouquet of carnations from her garden today and page four I picked several peonies from our own bushes, so I have a big bouquet of flowers on the radio (carnations). A bouquet of pink and white peonies on the dining room table, one peony in a bud vase in the kitchen, and a bouquet of peonies on either side of the mantel. Very pretty, I’d say. I sewed on a jacket for Ronnie this afternoon, but gave up as my head was splitting. It’s been about 85 degrees today for the first day in months. Bye now, love you, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from; A. Shonkwiler to: PFC. George W. Shonkwiler June 15th, 1945, Friday, 2:35 pm Hello Sweetheart, I’m writing early today, as you see. It’s because I didn’t write last night I s’pose. I left Ronnie with Edith at 7:30 yesterday morning to go to Billings hosp. clinic for a checkup on my headaches these past two weeks. After a blood, and urine test, I went to the ears, nose, and throat clinic and the doctor couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with my nose, ears,throat, or sinus and couldn’t page 2 figure out my severe headache. He suggested I see my own physician as it may be trouble somewhere else. I had been told when I called the Army Dependency Bureau that at Billings they only charge for medicine and so on. But at Billings they couldn’t understand why the Army said that, and also said they’d had lots of patients who had had the same idea and they wished someone would set the Army straight. Well the visit cost me $10 and I didn’t page 3 learn a thing! It just seems sick people are just given the run around nowadays and the doctors will give you just about a minutes time and take your money and send you on your way. It sure is a racket. These terrific headaches day after day (and all day and evening), just about are getting me on a verge of doing something desparate. I can readily see that you felt like jumping in a lake when you have headaches. Everything takes a dark page 4 outlook when your head’s buzzing. I returned from the hosp. about noon and took Ronnie home for his nap. When he woke up at 3:30, he kept vomiting continually and from then on until he went to bed at 5 pm. He slept awhile and got up and vomited some more and this morning he had some orange juice, cereal and milk and it came up again and then again in another hour. Last night I asked the Pages to have some soup, page 5 pie, and iced tea with me for supper. (They have their big meal at noon.) While we were eating in comes Ronnie and vomited (just missed the dining room table by an inch) all over the floor. I called Dr. DeYoung today and asked his advice. I told him R. kept asking for water and milk but when he got it, it came up. He said no milk at all and just two teaspoons of water when he asked for it only and increasing up to eight teaspoons until he can page 6 hold it down and suggested not feeding him a thing and lots of rest. I’ve been doing that and so far he hasn’t vomited since 11:30 and has had a nap from 12 o’clock to 1 o’clock and is now in bed again (against Ronnie’s wishes, however). Dr. said not to worry, as it’s common for a child to get upset at sudden hot temperatures. (It was about 85 or 90 yesterday.) Also, Edith had let him keep drinking cold water all morning and she said page seven. he had to miss most of his breakfast because she had a flat tire and had to find someone to take Joan to school. I have to watch his water drinking as he gets a glass out of the cupboard and drinks and drinks until he hiccups, of course. Edith just lets him do anything so she wouldn’t attempt to stop him much to my sorrow when he comes back home again. I had intended letting <? he> care for him as Mrs. Page pageEight had offered to, but they weren’t awake when I left the house and Ronnie was, so I had to bring him to Edith. Bobby had the same vomiting spell the beginning of this week, so perhaps it’s just a touch of summer flu. Mr. and Mrs. Dixon also had the GIs, (as you call it), this week, and now Mrs. Page has them today, so perhaps it’s just the summer flu like you, Ronnie and I had once while you were home. Dr. DeYoung seemed page Nine to think nothing of it, so guess how I shouldn’t worry, either. (Right now Ronnie keeps calling me saying he wants to get up, so I guess he’s on his way to recovery). I just went in and told him if he slept a little while, I’d read a story to him later. He said, OK, Mommy. Remember the letter telling you of our robbery? Shortly after it, I wrote to Alderman Lindell asking for his help in getting a streetlight. I told him of being alone and about the peeping toms, page 10 gasoline siphoning and also the robbery. I also mentioned you being overseas and that I felt safer and you’d appreciate knowing we were safe as we probably would be if a light were installed. I’m enclosing his reply and to end this chapter happily they arrived yesterday and started installing one light pole on the other side of Fulton’s house and one at the corner across from my house. They laid cable all the way through the curbs from the corner on through to the page 11 light pole by the alley near 111th Street. I’ll bet those people (Shepherds, Matmans and Ambules) are mad because they’ll have to re-seed their curb lawns. The Pages and I are tickled to death as we won’t be so afraid anymore. What do you think of your wife’s efforts getting lights installed? Quite a politician aren’t I? Murray, Mr. Page and Mr. Dixon laughed at me when I started my campaign, but guess I page 12 did all right at that. What do you think? I think I’ll write Lindell a note of thanks. He might like that. I had mentioned the lights to Mrs. Kuester but up until April, when I wrote myself, there was no action. In fact, she may not have mentioned it to Emil. I’m sure she’d have told me if she had. I had a letter from Dan Sweeney’s wife yesterday, (which I’m enclosing) and one from Oralee, which page 13 I’ll enclose in my next letter, as this one will be too heavy for airmail with it. Ronnie is sound asleep now, so guess he’ll be okay. Just don’t worry. Mr. Hamm gave me some chrysanthemum plants last night. So I’ll have to go out and plant them, and also the dahlias before they wither away. By now, until later. 8:55 p.m. Hello, here I am again! Well Ronnie is his old self again, it seems. Page 14 He got up at 4:30, raring to go. He and I have been out planting my dahlias and chrysanthemum plants that Mr. Hamm gave me. I dug up a plot about three feet wide next to the garage (that is the width of the West end of the garage). The chrysanthemums I planted at the back of the house between the rose bushes alongside of the tulips, (which altho in bud this spring, froze up before they could bloom). I also planted three more rows of beans, and more radishes and carrots. Ronnie helped plant some of the seeds. page 15 and such a help he is. These pages stuck together, and I turned two sheets at a time, which accounts for all this skipping around. (Intermission) I just had a call from Frances, telling me her husband had written, saying, you loved me, and that you were behaving yourself. How you men stick together. Seriously, though, I’m glad you are a good boy, and think I’m okay, and taking care of Ronnie as I should, and so on. I s’pose the reason I’m behaving like a good wife is ’cause I sort of go for you too. (Believe it or not.) It’s raining cats and dogs, but I think I’ll brave the storm to mail this tonight. Bye now, my love always, mom and Ronnie. June 15, 1945, Friday, 11.30 p.m. Hello honey, This sheet belongs with a letter I just mailed at 10 o’clock tonight. I hope you get them at the same time, or you’ll wonder what it’s all about. I found this sheet on the chair when I returned. I was in a hurry and it got astray. I just wrapped a 5 lb. package for you and also an eight-ounce with one roll of film and one bar of soap. I got this roll from Madsen. Marge hasn’t brought the other roll yet. She had said she’d be out Wednesday, but didn’t show up. Well, bye again and I hope you’ll get both parts of this letter at once. Ronnie insisted on having supper tonight. He had spinach and veg. soup, and it stayed with him this time. Love, mom. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: Pvc. George W. Shonkwiler June 16, 1945, Saturday night Noteworthy: Mom shows she is quite capable, diligent, and very hard working Darling, Notice the nice new stationery. Isn’t it beautiful? Nothing but the best for my honey. That’s what I always say. It certainly is a wonderful feeling to look out and see those lamp posts giving glorious light. Sure helps to make a person feel safe and sound. Last night for some reason, they gave only a very dim light and I was pretty disgusted. But a man came around this noon and evidently repaired a short in the wiring so the result is bright light and thank goodness. I’ve been a pretty gal today and that is for sure. First I went up to Michigan Avenue with Ronnie and Mrs. Page. I picked up a slack suit, (gabardine), I had ordered for Ronnie a couple weeks ago. It’s just like a man’s with page 2 in or outer shirt and long pants with loops for a belt and a regulation fly front. He certainly is a real boy now. His clothes now come from the boys Dept and not from Infantswear as when you were home. I bought a scrapbook to put Ronnie’s works of art in so as to keep them for him. I also bought a pattern for a sunback dress as I’ll need one if I go to the lake with Claude’s family. I already had some cotton material I bought last Fall for a house coat. Besides doing these things I deposited $75 of the $100 you sent. Part of it I’m using for the May 12th through June 12th gas bill $16.72 and the balance for a phone and light bill. You said I could use some for myself but I won’t as I may need it if I have the car checked over and Simonized. (That is page three If you think I should). I now have $225 in the bank as a result of your money orders. As you know of course $102 will go for taxes about $30 for auto insurance so I’m still not much ahead it seems. It’s nice to know I can keep up our bills however so I don’t want any piling up for you to pay later if I can help it. I know that the things I go without now (such as clothes, luxuries and so on), I’ll have some day if it’s in your power so I’m not fretting. The next money order I get (if any) I may hold out, so that I’ll have something new to wear when I welcome you home. I’ll have to look nice to compare with all the glamour you’re seeing now in gay Pariee. page four I got home from shopping at noon and after having our lunch, Ronnie went to bed for his nap. I started cleaning house, dusted all the floors, vacuumed the rugs, scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors and dusted the furniture, changed bed clothes and was ready to go to work in the yard by four o’clock. From then until six o’clock I dug dandelions, six wagon loads, out of the backyard. Mr. Page gave me a long dandelion digger as a gift this noon and it works fine. I also cut and pulled all the weeds around next to the fence. Ronnie got me up at 4:30 and helped me load the wagon. He and Judy had more fun. Every time I threw a dandelion plant in the wagon, Judy jumped for it and Ronnie page five would bawl her out, "No, no, Judy. Mommy wants those weeds in the wagon. Stop that Judy", to no avail, however, as Judy thought it was a game. At 5:30 Ronnie said, "Let’s stop picking weeds Mommy and go in the house and eat carrots, beans, chicken and milk". I said, "are you hungry Ronnie?" And he said "yes Mommy". So at 6:15 we ate a meal composed of lettuce and tomato salad, broiled ham, candied sweet potatoes, broiled white potatoes, green beans, whole wheat bread and milk. Boy did Ronnie eat. He was really hungry. In fact, he ate three good meals today, which is wonderful considering his being so sick yesterday morning. Mr. Page works on Saturday evenings, so she came down after supper and page six sat and talked to me while I cut and sewed on my sundress. I have the blouse practically finished. At 10 o’clock he came home and we chatted some more and up until now we were having coffee and ham and cheese sandwiches and cookies upstairs. Ronnie, of course, went to bed at 8:15 and was sound asleep before 9 o’clock. I had to read Simple Simon, Old King Cole, Hickory Dickory Dock, Peter Pumpkin Eater and a few more to him before he consented to retire, of course. He just about knows them by heart. I read the first word or two of each line and he finishes. Pretty smart child, isn’t he? If I skip a line, he sure tells me a thing or two. Marge and I conversed via phone tonight and she tells me her brother, page seven in one letter mentioned playing baseball in Campaigne a while back. He is stationed at Saissons. Says he comes through Campaigne on his way to a supply dump quite often and will try to look you up sometime. Just in case you have a chance to look him up, his address is as follows: Captain John Dianton, 230th General Hospital Med Department, APO 513. He works in some capacity in medical supplies, if that would help you locate him. Besides the other things I attended to today, I mailed you a five pound package and an eight ounce package with a roll of film and bar of soap. If you need anything, first let me know and I’ll try to send it. You, page eight see I must still have a request letter to send you things. I used today’s request letter once before but took out the sheet that she stamped last time. She didn’t stamp on the correct sheet last time which accounted for my using the same letter twice. Once I used an old Blanding Florida letter in which you had mentioned the contents of a box you boys had shared. I just underlined the things you mentioned and as they don’t read the whole letter it worked fine. I’m just too brilliant (or crooked) which is it? Tell your CO that I need you at home and that I said so. Bye and good night. Our love always and always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

v-mail from: PFC George Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 17 June 45 Sunday 10:20 P.M. Compiegne, France Station Hospital Dearest Alice and Ronnie: A very dull day but no different than the rest and now that I have caught up a little on my rest, they have begun to <? arago> but not too much yet. They took a whole bunch of new <? ..age> of my head today and more blood for blood counts, blood tests, etc. But that’s as much as I can tell you because that’s all I know myself. Saw a very good show this morning, Barbara Stanwyck in "Connecticut Christmas" ["Christmas in Connecticut."], finished reading a book and that’s been about it. Right now everyone is in bed but me and I should be with that <? gbarnton> head ache I have. It aches the same in bed so that’s rather useless too it seems. I have some time since I have written you a v-mail. But no mail again today so there isn’t much to write about. I don’t ever get much gossip here in a hospital. I played a fair game of shuffle board yesterday. And today have been so sore can hardly move. Guess that poves to you how really soft I am. Looks like I’ll have to take a basic training class to prepare myself for the rugged life of a <? soldier> should I see I’m going to get out maybe someday. Goodnight now with lots of love, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to PFC. George W. Shonkwiler June 18, 1945, Monday, 9.05 p.m. Hello honey, How is everything? Did you hear anything new about coming home? Have you heard that wives and sweethearts will be sent overseas to keep the men happy? It’s been in the papers and also broadcast they tell me, but I, myself, have neither read nor heard it. Marge was one of those who said so, so guess it must be true. If you are kept there would you want us to join you? Or don’t you think it wise? If it’s a matter of a few months, I don’t suppose it is. But if it’s several years I imagine we’d better get together before we’re too old. (What am I saying?) Yesterday morning, Ronnie and Bobby went to Sunday School. and as it was Mothers’s Day, the Mother’s page two were there to witness the service. If you’d been home, you’d have had to go to Sunday School with Ronnie. Mr. Dixon wouldn’t go, of course, but I think if you’d been here, you’d have attended, wouldn’t you? When I went to pick up the boys, guess who was in Sunday School with her Mommy? None other than Shirley and Sally Hitchcock. I had looked at her, but didn’t recognize her and turned away. Later, she walked over and talked to me and of course then it dawned on me who she was. Ray was home for a 10-day furlough and has already gone back to California, but she’s not leaving until July 7th. She had a very nice suntan, but seemed thinner, altho she claims she’s heavier than when she left Chicago. She said she’d be over to see me before she leaves, but from past experience, I doubt it. page 3 I’ve thought of asking her over for lunch, but haven’t decided as yet. Yesterday at 1pm, Ronnie and I went along with the Pages to her dad’s and sister’s home to celebrate Mother’s Day. We met them at a restaurant on the North Side called Pikes. A very nice place with a large fireplace, and walls and so on in knotty pine. We had Waldorf salad, vegetable soup, stewed chicken, mashed potatoes, scalloped corn, hot rolls, coffee, and lemon pie. All very good, and Mr. Page insisted on paying our share, so that made it even better. (Boy, am I Jewish?) I just heard a fellow on the radio pull this one, -- Did you know that 35% of a woman is made of muscle, and the other 65% is made up? Wasn’t that corny? After our dinner, we spent the afternoon at her Dad’s home in page 4 Roger’s Park, had supper there consisting of potato salad, cold beef slices, peas, canned cherries, and cake, and tea. We didn’t get home until 11 o’clock. Ronnie had slept at home from 11.30 to 1 o’clock, and at Roger’s Park from 4.30 to 6.30, so he didn’t lose out on his sleep. He enjoyed the ride out so much as there were a lot of boats on the Lake Michigan and at present he has a mania for boats. He’s forever sneaking in the bathroom to sail his boats and trains in the sink, and makes just as much of a mess as you used to when you took a shower. This morning, I washed and hung clothes all morning, while Ronnie played with Johnny, Tommy, and Bobby at Bob’s house. While they were pulling one another up and down the sidewalk, Mr. Kulton (next door) called to them to be quiet as his page 5 wife was ill. Later (about 3.30 p.m.) while I was digging around the evergreens on the side next to their house, I heard a terrific shrill voice, (Mrs. Kultons) talking away and pretty soon he stepped out the front door and she screamed at him, "if you’re not home for dinner, I won’t be here when you come back. You better come back from that door." He had just stepped out, but as he saw me, he hurried back in, and went out the back door and boy, did he slam both doors. Whew! He came back about 5:30, but left again in a few minutes. Poor old fellow with a wife like that. I hope we never have any scenes like that for the public. It’s people like that who should be 4,000 miles apart, instead of folks who want a normal, peaceful life together. (Well, not too peaceful!) page 6 I dug up the ground around the evergreens in front of the windows and also planted a border of -- well, whatever it is. Mrs. Page’s sister gave me about four dozen plants of this stuff. I don’t know the name of it, but it has green leaves and yellow flowers in the center. All I need now are some stones to put between the plants, and it would be very artistic. I also planted dahlias at each side of the house, and two geranium plants flanking the front doorway. Besides this, I planted some Marigolds, phlox, and so on and if I’m lucky, we’ll have flowers this Fall. We’ve had beautiful peonias this year because I loosened the soil around them early this spring. Mr. Han gave me a bouquet of a dozen from his peonias page 7 Sunday morning and I have them in vases on the mantel. Very pretty. Edith and a friend of hers stopped in this afternoon for a few minutes and she oked and oked over my garden and geraniums, and so on. She thinks I am so ambitious, dear me. (If she only knew how lazy I can be!), but never have a chance to do anymore! Mrs. Dixon said she’d come over and spray my rose bushes and tomatoes soon as they have "bugs". Did I tell you what I planted in my garden? -- beans (green), carrots, beets, radishe, and <? salsify> and tomatoes. I didn’t plant any corn this year as my garden is too small, so if you expect corn when you get home, you’re out of luck. This letter is turning out to page eight be a long one, isn’t it? I love to get long letters, so guess that’s why I write them. I rec’d three letters from you today, date June 7, 9, and 12th, also one that I’d sent you in Oct. was returned to me. I also got the pansies and be sure and thank your little friend for me. She gets younger in every letter. It seems your last letter says she was 11 and in today’s you say she is nine. You better keep your stories straight, honey. Did I thank you for the rose you sent me? It meant to, it still had its fragrance and although dried smells just like a rose. The Pages have gone out, and I’m alone, so I think I’ll join Ronnie by going to bed early. Good night honey and all my love to you always Mom and Ronnie. P.S., the temperature was about 70 degrees, and is now 60 degrees. Summer certainly is slow in coming. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 19th, 1945, Tuesday, 11.15 p.m. Hi darling, Every day that passes, I think, one more day and one day closer to the day when my honey will come home. I meant to iron this morning, but instead I started the day by sprinkling all my vegetables, flowers, and so on. The nozzle on the hose keeps coming off all the time and the first time it came off I was soaked from head to foot. Was I mad as I had just put on a clean house dress. After that, I dug more dandelions and mowed the back lawn, raked it, and mowed it again. page two In the process of mowing, the roller came off because the fixture, which holds it, broke in two. I finally put it together anyway, without half the fixture, and then the roller was stationary and boy is it tough pushing when the roller doesn’t go around. I finally finished, but I was dead tired. I then came in and did dishes, cleaned up the house, and so on. After supper, Mrs. Dixon called to ask if I wanted to play bingo again, so I did. One young fellow got a covered card in 54 numbers and won $300. Isn’t that something? page three They also had a $25 door prize and 24 $5 and $10 bingo games, but I didn’t win even once. There were 336 people there all wanting to win. It was fun anyway, so I’m not complaining. As it’s for church, it’s a good cause. Ronnie slept until we got home at Bobby’s house. Mr. Dixon was nursemaid. Did I tell you that his Fenger baseball team won the city championship. They played the final game opposite Austin at Cub’s Park. Guess Mr. Dixon’s pretty proud of his team. I’m enclosing a card I rec’d from Chamberlain. page four I haven’t been out to talk to him as yet. I haven’t had any gas coupons for over a month. Mr. Page and Edith each donated me a couple coupons, or I couldn’t even pick up groceries. We’re getting an increase of two gallons per coupon June 21st, so perhaps I can make it out there soon. At the church tonight, a Hawaiian girl sat next to us at the table. Her husband was killed in the Pacific a year ago, and she just came to this country a couple of months ago to live with his parents. She has two children, the page five youngest 17 months old. She was dark enough to be a colored girl. I just can’t figure out how our boys can marry Hawaiian, Filipinos, Africans, and so on. But as one fellow told me, who was in Africa, that when there are no white women around, even the blacks begin to look white. I understand this Hawaiian girl’s two children are beautiful, however. I haven’t heard from Claude in regards to our vacation as yet. I’m in the dark as to how we get to Lake Shaffer and so on. Mr. Dixon came over and page six sprayed my rose bushes and tomatoes today. Pretty nice of him, I thought. I got another letter back today dated August 17. I’ll enclose it if I remember. How is your bump and also your itch, and stomach? You haven’t mentioned either for a while. Good night now, honey. And may all your troubles from now on be little ones and the blessings many. All my love and a bit more. Always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler. 68th Station Hospital, Compaigne, France, Wednesday, 9 p.m., 20th of June, 1945. Noteworthy: Dad’s after war plans My dear Alice and Ronnie, I took a rest yesterday and did not write you because there was absolutely nothing to write about. And I had hopes that today would bring mail. But there was no such luck. However, have just won about ten bucks at a little poker. I’m back ahead a little now and feel that that is nearly inspiration enough to get off a letter to you and Ronnie. The doctor told me this morning that the x-rays have all shown nothing wrong with me. Since my skin is clearing up nicely and all the infection is gone, I imagine my days here in the hospital are numbered. My headaches are some better, but I do still have them. He has so far said nothing about that. I’m really not sick enough to be in a hospital and since page two.there is very little here to keep ones mind out of the gutter, I am about ready to leave myself. It was good getting a few, nites good, sleep though. Really think that a good long rest is about all I need anyhow to get backto normal. The weather continues to be exceptionally nice here. Not really hot, but warm enough that we lie around with just the pajamas on all day. And plenty cool enough at night to sleep under cover. I had rather a difficult time last night. Boy if this doing nothing and getting lots of rest keeps up much longer they had better send me home soon to you or I’m afraid some of these French gals are going to begin to look mighty tempting. Really think I’ll be able to hold out though. Look out then, my dear. Sure would be damn nice if I could make it for our page three.anniversary now wouldn’t it? Boy that would really be a honeymoon all over again. Well, anniversary or not, there will still be a honeymoon I’m thinking. Have just finished reading a book, "The Razor’s Edge", by Somerset, Maugham. That hasn’t helped too much either. Am enclosing a little manuscript I have been putting my spare time towards while loafing here in the hospital. No doubt you have heard of the GI war bond contest. Well, I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides, it has helped pass the time. Really have no expectations of driving a new Buick very soon though. Now, let’s have your criticisms. Remember, one can’t say much in 250 words as I soon found out. The title was one we had to write about. That always makes it tough too as far as I’m concerned. When I do any writing, if ever, I prefer to choose my own title. Page four.Well Ronnie old boy, haven’t said said much about you lately, have I? Don’t worry, I think of you just as much all the same. I wonder every day how good a little boy you are. And if you mind your mother and eat your meals, put away all your toys when you are through playing with them, and if you go to the sleep when you are supposed to and many, many other things. Also wonder if you remember your daddy and wish that he were there to play with you once in a while. Well, I wish I were there to play with you; Mommy too. I can tell you that. How are you and Bobby doing these days? And do you help Mommy by being a good boy all the time? All my love to you and your Mommy now. And some of these days, your daddy is going to make it home yet. Good night now from your daddy. Page five. My savings and post war plans A successful man once told me his formula for attaining his present enviable position in life. First, he withheld ten percent of his income no matter how small. And put it to work working for him, returning the original capital plus the gain Thus he became wealthy. I believe that principle sound and have practiced it even during my army career by placing over ten percent of my income in war bonds. Secondly, he said success is not determined necessarily by financial gain. One must have a goal and a plan for attainment of that goal. I have such a goal and plan. I desire to have a home, wife and family and provide them with some of the comforts and pleasures of life. Then, through my experience in construction of small homes, I hope to make owning a home available to all those who desire to be a homeowner. To accomplish this, the cost of a good home must be reduced by the use of improvements in construction, use of new materials and the relaxing of building restrictions in districts now prohibiting the use of progressive building methods. The addition in my plan due to the war is to see that these United States of ours should be kept safe from all aggressors in the years Page sixahead. That is my duty along with the millions of other people now sacrificing so much. These are the goals for which I will strive to attain in my post war plans. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 20, 1945, Wednesday, 11.30 p.m. Noteworthy: $0.69 dinner for Mother and child. Hello Honey, How are you tonight? A wee bit lonesome for Mommie -- I hope! I know she’s lonesome. Guess folks don’t realize when things are going normally that they have something precious. It takes a bit of worry and heartache to appreciate the good things in life. Oh dear, I’m getting sentimental and you don’t like that, do you? I spent part of this a.m. sprinkling and the rest ironing. All this sprinking I’m doing should page two give me some flowers and vegetables -- I hope! The soil is so clay-like that I doubt whether I’ll have much luck. I wish I’d dug my garden outside the fence like I did last year. At least I had a good crop then. No letters from you for a couple days now. How I miss them. There I go, giving myself away. Edith called today and invited me to attend Joan’s graduation exercises and the PTA reception following. I said I would, but as yet, have no one Page three to care for Ronnie, but I suppose either Mrs. Page or Dixon will. I suppose I’ll have to buy the gal something, but I don’t know what. Ronnie and I went out for dinner tonight. We ate at the Parkway restaurant. The meal wasn’t so hot, but was only sixty-nine cents for both of us, so I shouldn’t complain. We had pea soup, pork tenderline, french fries, mixed vegetables, lettuce, salad, coffee, milk, ice cream. The mixed vegetables were terrible, (out of a can, of course). I should complain when I <? s’pect> all your food comes out of page four cans. After dinner, we went to state theater to see "A tree grows in Brooklyn", and "Remember April" with Gloria Jean. Both very good. I had read the novel of "A tree grows in Brooklyn", and it followed it pretty closely for a movie. I meant to enclose the August 17th letter last night, but forgot. So hope I remember this time. Ronnie was so good in the show tonight, although he did have to "go" once, but that seemed to be his way of intermission. I had to pay twelve cents for him tonight, so page five you see he’s a big boy. It’s a gyp, however, as I always hold him on my lap. However "all children must have tickets", they told me, regardless. I must owe at least twelve people letters, and some I have owed for months. See how you disrupt my other correspondence? While I was at the show tonight, a girl from Rockford had been here and left a note. Just my luck, and I’m home practically every night otherwise. Guess I lost out on a lot of local gossip. Well, darling, as I page six have no particular news to convey, I’ll say good night, and add a nice long kiss, and hope someday soon it will be a reality. By now, sweetheart, and I hope you will never have to use my letters as evidence that I once loved you, as I want to always, and only you can change my mind. Good night, your loving wife and son, Alyce and Ronnie ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 22, 1945, Friday 10:45 p.m. My darling, Well I have to catch up on yesterday’s news too as starting last night I’ve had intestinal flu and wasn’t able to sit long enough to write. Come to think of it, I could have written it in the bathroom as I spent all evening up until 2:30 this morning there. I finally went to bed and went to sleep, but woke up this morning as sick as ever and spent all of the morning up until 3 o’clock this afternoon running from my bed on the davenport to the bathroom. I didn’t eat a thing all day up until supper time when I ate a little. Mrs. Page gave Ronnie his lunch upstairs today, which was pretty nice of her. I thought she knew how I felt as she had it last week Friday, page 2. Yesterday was Joan’s graduation day, and as I’d been invited to the exercises, I had to run up to the Avenue for a gift. I bought a lady’s billfold (red leather), and I paid only $1.25 for it, although it was real leather. I also gave her the Paris hanky, and she was very thrilled with it. The program started at 1:30 and ended about 3 o’clock when soft drinks and cake were served. I left at 3:30 as Ronnie was asleep and Mrs. Page was taking care of him. When I got home, he had been up about 10 minutes and was busy helping Mrs. Page empty her garbage in the garbage can. He had slept from 12:30 until 3:15, which was a long time. He always does sleep 2 hrs or more each afternoon, as yet, altho when hot weather comes, he probably won’t. Believe it or not, the Hayes’ page 3. took Ronnie and me and also a girlfriend of Joan’s to dinner at Neldtman’s next to the Nantucket last night. I had a lettuce, carrot, and radish salad, fresh fruit cocktail, cream chicken with mushrooms, mashed potatoes, corn, coconut pie, and two cups coffee. This sounded like a big meal, but portions were very small, and I could have eaten more of everything. We also had rolls, cornbread, and jelly, no butter at all. Everything was good, but not enuf of it. Can’t figure out what made me so sick unless it was the cold, carbonated soft drink at the graduation reception or the ice water at dinner. As we were leaving Neldtman’s and Ronnie saw Ernest put a tip under the plate. He grabbed the money and was going to give it to the waitress. I took it away from him and put it back. page 4 Boy, did he yell. The hostess gave him a sucker as we went out, but he was so mad he wouldn’t take it. Just kept yelling "I want to give the money to the girl" over and over. We finally got him outside, but she broke loose and ran back in and went to the table, and then he cried some more because the tip was gone. I finally got him to thank the hostess (between sighs and tears) for his sucker. Was I embarrassed as the place was filled to overflowing with people. I can’t figure out his temper when crossed in anything. If he always got his own way, it would be different, but he doesn’t. Must be hereditary. You don’t have a temper like that do you? I guess he does inherit his persistance from you as when he decides he wants something, he page 5 gets it or else gets mad. Of course, a lot of it comes from being with Bobby, as he’s a pretty big crybaby when things don’t go his way. He is also, forever telling tales on Ronnie just hoping I’ll punish him. I guess all kids do have a cruel streak in them. Of course, I don’t pay any attention to Bobby’s tales and just call him a tattletale. Ronnie doesn’t get punished for anything unless I see him do it myself, and I can usually talk him into not doing it again. After all, you can’t expect a three-year-old to be perfect in behavior anyway. Even adults are far from that. I got your letter today dated June 13th telling of your infection and hospitalization. I’m more glad than worried, as it sounds like the page 6. Doctor knows his business and penicillin is s’posed to be wonderful medicine. It is made from bread mold. Did you know that? I understand that it also has been successful in V.D., and the cure is much quicker than the old methods. It has been confined entirely for war use, until just recently there has been some used for civilians in hospitals and so on. I do hope that they’ll cure it as I’d hate to think of you scratching the rest of your life. If they can cure that and your stomach, it would almost be worthwhile having been without you all this time. Of course, being home might have cured you quicker at that. Here’s hoping they send you home for a real rest and vacation, and soon. All our love, and for always, Mom and Ronnie P.S. Ronnie was very good through the meal yesterday and ate everything on his plate. So don’t get the idea he’s a bad boy, because he’s not. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 24th, 1945, Sunday, 10.45 p.m. Hi, honey, It’s me again. Gee, how do you ever stand all the blah, blah, blah in my letters? I honestly wish I had the knack of making the little things that happen in my life sound interesting. But guess you’ll just have to take my letters as they are, as I’m very poor in composing them. I guess I told you in Friday’s letter about my flu and so on. Well, it lasted well into Sat. a.m., and when Gladys called Friday night, I was tempted to tell her not to come Sat. morning, but didn’t. She and Joyce called me from the Kensington Station at noon, and altho I was pretty weak, I arranged to go down the loop with them. As I was so sick Thur. and Fri., I had all my weekend shopping for meat and page two, groceries to do Sat. a.m., plus cleaning house, scrubbing kitchen and bathroom floors, and so on. Ronnie and I met them, and we went down to the loop and shopped around until 2:00, then ate our dinner at the Triangle Restaurant (or rather it was lunch). Ronnie and Joyce each ate a big dish of spaghetti, and I had a ham sandwich, coffee, and pie. Gladys had a peach lunch. Then we shopped again until 5:00, Gladys buying a shorts outfit for both she and Joyce, and I bought only a little sun suit for Ronnie. At 5:00 we stopped at Gimball’s for dinner. I had roast beef, au juice, chicken soup, tomato juice, chef salad, potatoes, carrots, and lemon pie, and two cups of coffee. Ronnie and Joyce split a dinner of chopped steak and above dishes at the page three. waitress’s suggestion. Both Ronnie’s and my meal came to only $2.43 (plus tip) that way, which wasn’t bad for the loop. (My meal was $1.75.) After dinner we went to the Oriental Theater and saw "Hitchhike to Happiness" and a stage show with Jean Parker in person. The picture wasn’t too good. When we left the show, it was about 9:30, so we went home and glad to get there. We were all dead on our feet by then, and the kiddies very tired. Ronnie was almost asleep when (on the train) he caught sight of an eight-year-old girl across the aisle, and a flirtation started, and they held hands and what have you. Just like all the men, never too sleepy to notice the women. It’s only after they married that they get too sleepy for romance. page four. This morning Ronnie and Bobby went to S.S. as usual and Joyce went too. She said Bobby kept hitting Ronnie all the time and then Ronnie would yell, ouch, and get bawled out for not being quiet. When Bobby tells me (for example last Sunday) he claims Ronnie slaps him in Sunday school, but now I know differently. The Sunday School annual picnic was today in Dalton Park, and Mr. and Mrs. Dixon took Bobby and spent the day there. But although I wanted to go, Gladys didn’t want to, so Ronnie missed out on it -- poor little feller. For dinner today I used the pressure cooker and it turned out very good. I ordered a pot roast (2 1/2 lb.) a week ago and for second choice, a veal roast. Guess what my meat pkg. contained when I picked it up Sat. a.m., five pork chops and page five. I was lucky to get that, imagine next time I’ll order pot roast as third choice, and perhaps I’ll get it. One never seems to get first choice. I had apricots in raspberry jell-O, salad on lettuce, pork chops, buttered carrots and green beans, potatoes, gravy, hot Parker House Rolls, and jelly, rashes, celery and olives, and ice cream, and iced tea. Outside of the chops, I think you’d have enjoyed the meal, too. Just about 1/2 hour before Gladys and Joyce left at 4:30, Jim and Martha Tostie and Tommy stopped in. (All my guests always come the same day it seems!) I had a couple of films left on a roll I took on Joan’s graduation day, so I took snaps of the whole gang. I hope they turn out okay, as I know you’ll like to page six see them. I won’t get them until next Sat. however. After taking G and J to the station, I fixed a supper for myself, Ronnie, and the Tostis’. We had lettuce, tomatoes and bacon (toasted) sandwiches, iced tea, chocolate cake, and ice cream. Then after dishes we all went in the backyard to play ball with the kiddies but next door, Mrs. Fulton slammed the door to show her disapproval. Also reprimanded both Joyce and Ronnie for pulling each other in the wagon past their house. After the fight I overheard over there last Wed. she had a lot of nerve asking for peace and quiet at all. I’m glad I won’t have her as a neighborhood forever, I hope! Jim asked me to tell you that Trainer Ferguson of I.U. passed away May 20th and also that page 7 Coach Tom has resigned his position to go to California on business. He said he’d thought you’d be interested. Martha told me a rather sad story today while she and I went to the store this afternoon. She said she was engaged to a fellow when she was 21 and in an auto accident he broke his back and when she went to see him he immediately wanted her to feel free to marry someone else as he would be a wheelchair cripple the rest of his life. At different times (as his nerves in spine were severed) he had to have both feet and so on amputated because gangrene set in. For three or four years she still remained true to him and didn’t date, but at his insistence she went back to continue her schooling and then met and fell in love with Jim. She wrote this fellow then that she had found someone and so on that she felt could take his place in her heart. Well the end of the story is that this page 8 man died last week during another amputation. I’ve often thought that there was something sad looking about Martha’s eyes, and now I can see what must have bothered her for all these years. I think that his death will more or less relieve some of this feeling that perhaps she should have stuck with him. I was just thinking that life is really more tragic than fiction at times. I guess even you know that, also, as you’ve certainly had your troubles. I hope that when all this is over that perhaps you and I can finish out our lives and love as a happy ending and that we’ll have a chance to make up for all the time we’ve lost. I’m home all alone now as the Tostis’ left at 9:00 and the Pages have page nine been gone since morning. Frances Evers called at 9:30 tonight asking if I could come out for dinner next Sunday. I can’t as I’m going to the cottage at the Lake Schafer with Ronnie, Gladys and Joyce. Gladys can only stay Sat. and Sunday as her vacation won’t come until later in the summer. I don’t know how long I’ll stay but Claude and Jo are staying for 2 weeks. I hope we have a nice time and that we’ll still be friends when I leave. Al Evers is alerted and his mail is censored again, so he thinks he’s headed for the S. Pacific. Frances is broken hearted as she didn’t expect it so soon if at all. She is such a nice girl that I feel just as she does about it -- almost. Come to think of it, there are very few people I do dislike very much. I can always see thru people and find a spark of good somewhere in their make page 10 up that to me makes up for a lot of their bad traits. Do I have a strange philosophy? However I’ve never been successful in pretending to like someone I did dislike and I think that will always be me. Nor would I dislike anyone because of things anyone else could tell me regarding them. I have to find out for myself and I’m not from Missouri either. Well guess I’ve taken up enough of your time so we’ll close very soon. Are you out of the hospital by now? f you’re cured -- I hope so! Otherwise I want you to stay until cured. (As if I can tell the army what to do.) Well good night sweetheart and cheer up, we’ll be together soon and the three of us can give three big cheers! Our love is yours for all time, Mom and Ronnie P.S. Norma (your sis) was injured by an auto while crossing a street but luckily was thrown to the side and got only a gash over the eye and bruised of course. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital, Compiegnes, France Sunday, 9:30 p.m., 24 June 1945 Noteworthy: attached letter from GI comrade. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Received another letter late last evening. Another one of the boys from my room brought this one up mailed June 11th - the one with the old lady with the boxing gloves. If I thought that that would be all I’d get out of playing around over here, I might be more tempted because I’m really not afraid of your fists. Especially if you have aged that much. Don’t imagine you have aged so much as I have. My hair isn’t quite that gray yet though. They had a movie here for us this evening which I attended, <?Save> body <?Disting>. Now I have just finished watching the German prisoners put on a little tumbling exhibition as entertainment for their fellow prisoners. Their stockade is right outside our ward I am on the second floor and by looking out the window had a ringside seat. Page 2. Their music was furnished from a guitar[,] accordion and some harmonicas. They played quite a few American pieces. I think they got the instruments through the French Red Cross. There are about 200 of them in the stockade. They do most of the work in the hospital and around the depot. They really have it pretty good considering they are prisoners. This one I talked to that works in this world [ward] seems to be pretty intelligent. However, I take much of what he tells me with a couple grains of salt. Just came back from talking with Johnson. One of my room mates. The young sergeant who works in the same office with me. He hurt his knee and is in one of the wards downstairs. He told me that my immediate boss is leaving for an assignment in the States. I knew he had applied for it, but didn’t know he had received it. He leaves Wednesday. Isn’t that something? It seems his Page 3. Mother has cancer and is not expected to live over a few months. The Red Cross wrote a few letters and the rest was done here through our CO. He’s a nice fellow and it’s tough having to go home for that reason, but it really is a nice break that he is getting to go. Johnson also told me that it is rumored again that the depot will move out about the middle of Sept. Of course, as far as I know that’s still a rumor and definitely still three months away so I’m just hoping and keeping my fingers crossed. Now if I was still with the 95th Div. I would be home by the time you receive this letter. They left La Havre Friday for the States, furlough and then the CBI. How would you like that? They didn’t come through this depot but I know they have left La Harve anyway. That letter from Sgt. Lane I was supposed to enclose in yesterday’s letter Page 4. I am enclosing in this one. The boys he talks about are those in my squad. Lucaratti is the one that had his eye put out that I saw back in Birmingham England. The other boy, Tanaus[,] sounded like he didn’t do so well. Yingling is one of the boys who helped me to the medics. You see, but for that one bad day[,] it’s very likely that I would still be with them. At least he says the remainder of the squad was intact at the end, and now have and then on my way to the CBI. Life and war is a funny thing, isn’t it? I guess I’m much better off here now than if I hadn’t been injured. But then at times I wonder. Guess only time can tell that, if ever. I still haven’t received the film you mentioned sending, nor the soap pkg. It’s after 10 and my bedtime. You see I’m an early to bed-er now. So this is it for today. Keep plugging my dear and hoping - someday Love Daddy Attached letter from: Sgt. Arthur Lane to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Selm, Germany June 3rd 1945 Dear Wes Here I am again and here we are, still sweating out that return trip to the States. The way it looks now, we’ll be lucky to get back before the 1st of July. We haven’t any idea where we will be going for a staging area, but you can be sure that if we come through the 16th, I’ll be looking you up in Compiegne. Here is the dope on the boys. In that room with you were Lucaratti, Tanaus, and Yingling. Yingling didn’t get a scratch. Tanaus got sprayed with shrapnel. He’s in the hospital in Cleveland where he is having a skin graft over his kidney, and still has steel in his neck. Luraratti lost an eye and is now an MP at Le Havre. He got it <? worse> I think. Since then, the only casualty has been Dixon, who shot himself in the small left finger the day after we quit fighting. That’s the story. By the way - congratulations on that new stripe. I’m really glad to see you get it. So long As ever Art ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Station Hospital, Compiegne France 25 June 1945, 3 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Missed writing last night because I got involved in a hot pinochle game until way after dark. Besides of course there being no mail and nothing to write about. I’m starting early today because tonight there is a movie and then more pinochle, I suppose. And that might mean missing again. I guess you think all I do now is loaf. Well, it is pretty nice, but I’m afraid my days of leisure are rapidly coming to an end. The doctor said to stop the penicillin today for a couple of page 2 days to see what happens. If nothing happens by then, I’ll be on my way out in the cold, cruel world again that’s certain. I’m in the ARC recreation room now and have just finished playing nine games of some real fast ping pong. I got beat 5 times to 4, but I’m improving. This fellow I play with beat me every game when we just started playing a couple, three days ago. I called Al Evers Monday and he said he would try to come over today but guess he couldn’t get away. They page 3 are moving out soon. Have already moved out of their hospital. He didn’t say just when they are leaving don’t suppose he knows but no doubt it won’t be long. He didn’t know if they were going direct[ly] to CBI or not but this other general Hospital I mentioned a few days ago is, so I don’t much doubt that his outfit will do the same. Can’t say that I envy him any if they do. But then if they go back to the states that will be something else definitely. Sure would be hell if I page 3 stayed over here until this [F]all then we went direct[ly] to the CBI. That would really be my luck. Well time will tell and right now time is a long time coming. 8.30 p.m. Just back from the show. A lousy detective affair. It’s raining and quite refreshing after a rather warm day. I still think this weather is pretty good though. Probably will change my mind after the two hot months just ahead have come and gone. Stopped in to see Johnson a few minutes on my way back from the show. He says page 4 he is bucking for going back to the states. He might make it too. I know he will if they have to operate on his knee. Guess I’ll jump out of the window here so I can break an arm or two. A broken <? bme> means a sure trip back to the states and this hospital life is pretty soft. Take it from me. Well my dears, the boys are hollering for another pinochle player and they won’t give me any peace so guess I’ll have to either finish this up now or postpone it. Anyhow page 5 for the present that’s about it for today. Of course no mail again today. Some times I wonder if you really do write all those letters you are always telling me about. I know one thing[,] I am only averaging about two letters a week from you for some reason. And it’s been that way for quite a long time now too. Now all my love to you both. How’s my little Ronnie tonight? Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 25th, 1945, Monday, 11:50 p.m. My Darling, I’m writing this in bed with a glass of Ovaltine beside me for a nightcap. Ronny’s sound asleep and looks so sweet in his crib, just like a little angel. Which reminds me, while on the elevator Sat. in the Triangle Restaurant, the operator (a girl) just couldn’t get over what a cute little boy I had. He just slays ’em old or young. Guess I don’t have to tell you, do I? I’ve had a very uneventful day today and not even one letter. Boo-hoo! Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be luckier. I got a letter from you Sat. which you had marked airmail but had forgotten to put a stamp on it, so it came regular mail. It was dated May 23rd, so it was pretty old news, as I’d already had a June 13th letter, the day before. A letter’s a letter, tho, and still very much appreciated, but don’t forget the page 2 airmail, next time. Don’t feel very good today, but nothing serious. Did very little today, altho I did alter a shorts outfit that Gladys bought for herself Sat. I told her at the time it would be too small, but she listened to the clerk instead, so as a result I spent almost all day altering it in a 1/2 day [dozen] places so she can wear it next weekend. She just can’t seem to realize she has large hips I guess. She weighs 16 pounds more than I and is an inch shorter, so figure it out. Ronnie said at the dinner table tonight that he wants a baby sister. Imagine? He said, "go buy one at the store, Mommy, the baby store". I asked him who told him you could get them there and he grinned and pointed at himself. In other words, it was his own idea. Well honey, do you think I page 3 get him that instead of a playground set? Well, it’s an idea. After all, you want him to have the things he wants most, don’t you? He wanted to take Hohn’s little granddaughter (two years old) home with us tonight when I went over to get him for bed. I wrote Claude tonight and that was the extent of my evening except for a phone call from Marge saying she’s on her vacation and that she’d be over at 9:00 in the morning for a sun bath in the backyard. Did I tell you that Dick has sent both Gladys and Joyce watches from Germany? Gladys’ is worth $125. He also sent two home for himself. One a Longines and the other a Given Vertihin. He’s also sending two expensive cameras home. He works in the PX or warehouse which page 4 handles watches, cameras, equipment, and so on. He also sent her a carton of film (16 rolls, I think). He says he "charges it off" as damaged goods and in other words, is stealing the stuff or what? Sounds funny to me! He’s also sending home a shotgun. Don’t mention this to Dick or Gladys as I may be all wet and don’t want to be in the middle again. I’m only guessing! Why don’t you ask him if he can sell you some film as it seems he’s able to get it? Well, good night darling and get well soon or at least well enough to come home and I’ll try to cure you of all your ailments if I can. Bye and lots and lots of love. Mom and Ronnie P.S. Dick’s brother, Art, was home on furlough from the Pacific and got married while at home. Dick’s brother, Les, is now a Staff Sgt. Can’t figure out his staying here and it’s not cause he’s physically unfit. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 26, 1945, Tuesday, 11 o’clock p.m. and all’s well. Hello, Honey, Gosh, darling, when are you coming home? I know it’s a silly question, but just can’t help speaking my thoughts. It just keeps running through my brain day and night, night and day. I guess it’s no wonder as you’re about all I have outside of Ronnie, of course. I haven’t seen my brother for eight months, and although I sent a gift for Patsy’s birthday, and also a postcard later, I haven’t heard from them since they phoned the first week of May. Seems my relatives on my side of the family are about extinct. You’ve just got to come home to keep me from being so lonesome and blue. Marge came over at 9:00 this morning and brought some fresh butter rolls so as I was just about to page 2 eat my breakfast, she ate with me. After breakfast we both donned halters and shorts for the first time this year and took a sunbath. It was cool, but the sun was warm, and I did get a bit red. Marge left for <? Harney> after lunch (waffles and coffee) and after putting Ronnie to bed, I did a little sewing. I made a halter to wear with my seersucker slacks, and also a cute sun suit for Ronnie, all out of an old seersucker skirt, which I had no use for. The sun suit is blue and white striped with four dogs embroidered on the bib top in blue, yellow, green, and red. These sun suits cost $2 to $2.98 apiece, and I can make them out of scrap materials for practically nothing. I’ve been saving spare change in a little tin bank since last Christmas, calling it my vacation fund, page 3 and when I opened it and counted it today, I was pleasantly surprised to find I actually had about $16.80. This will really help pay part of me [my] expenses at the cottage with Claude and Jo, as I do want to share their expenses to some extent, at least. Just as we were through eating dinner tonight, Ernest and Edith stopped in. While they were here Mr. Morgan (the war bond salesman) also came in. He said he didn’t know if you’d returned yet or not, so on the chance that you had, he stopped to see if you’d like a bond. Of course, after finding out you’re still very much in the Army, he just sat and talked for a while. He’s the same fellow who came around just before you left for induction. Remember he also had a son, Ronald (about 13 years old). Did I tell you that my headaches page 4 disappeared after wearing my glasses a couple of days? Must have been eyestreamed. I’m going down to have my glasses changed one of these fine days too. We had 91 degree temp. last Sunday, but today is again pretty cool, but sunny. After our hot weather sunday, it rained all day Monday (yesterday). As my day is about over and it’s getting close to midnight, guess Judy and I will go to sleep. I’m enclosing Elinor’s letter and Mr. Chamberlin’s, plus one I wrote in Sept. and was returned to me. I haven’t had a letter since the June 13th one telling me of your first day in the hospital. That was last Friday. I’m getting very worried. Good night now. And love, love, love, and kisses from, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Marge said Murray didn’t think there was enough business in Glen Ellen to warrant him going into business with you and so on. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 27 June 1945, Wednesday, 5 p.m. My Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Well, I got about everything today. Two packages and nine letters. The latest one mailed June 19th, and told about you receiving my June 12th letter, which is the day before I came to the hospital. And that getting the news back and forth in a petty big hurry. One package contained the soap and film. The other one, had the coffee, sugar, cookies, candy, and your picture. The powdered sugar had spilled out a little but otherwise, everything was in excellent shape and you can be assured that your delicious cookies did not last long once I started passing them around here in the ward. Your letters also had a little bit of everything in them. The Christmas pictures from Dixon’s the pictures of Ever’s boy and Ronnie, and of them and you, and then, of course, the snap of you in the package. Also the letters from <? Onalee>, Lindell, page 2 Claude, and last but not least, the "five" which can be put in good use and will do at least what you said. Thank you very much for everything and I must say it really goes a long way toward making up for all that I haven’t been getting lately. It was very good of Lindell to have the lights put in. I hope you did write him. Even felt like doing it myself. However, it’s very likely that Emil Kuester had a lot to do with that as he is his secretary you know and handles all such details plus reading the letters. I think you would probably make a damn good politician at that and he would also do well to cultivate your friendship. Of course you know he is a Republican. Must be like daylight around there. You know, at that, that office has done one hell of a lot for us. First the water, then the street, and now the lights. Someone must have some influence somewhere along the line. Was very glad that Claude and Jo asked you to their cottage for a couple page 3 weeks and that you accepted. Guess you will have a chance now to really get acquainted with them. Hope they won’t stack up too badly in your estimation. But don’t think they will. Anyhow it was nice of them to ask and Ronnie. As for paying, use your own judgement but don’t imagine they will take any thing. Al Emerson didn’t come today either so guess he has either left or can’t get away. Too bad as I had hoped to get to see him again before he left. I have already written to Jack <? Deintori>. But imagine he has left or is getting ready to also, so don’t imagine I’ll get to see him either. I’ve almost given up hopes of seeing Dick over here as it seems most of the boys going back to the states do not come through our Depot. We get those going direct to CBI and the high pointers. That’s why they claim our job will be finished by Sept. Oh well, it still sounds good anyway. It does seem like about everyone is going to get back before I am page 4 but it could be that that is a good thing after all. We shall see. Sorry to hear about your ills. Also Ronnies short ones. Certainly glad he gets over his in a hurry. Now, what about you? Still think if you take things a little easy for a while and get to bed a little earlier that would do more than any Doctor can do for you. Now about what I said about your buying some breakfast dishes. Think you should read that letter over again as I’m sure I said no such thing about you not being able to afford a set of breakfast dishes. As I remember what I did say was that I guess you have been trying to buy those dishes about long enough. You should be able to afford them by this time. In other words Buy them. Ronnie and you both look good in the pictures. Guess your instructions in working the camera helped as your pictures are much better than the others. That’s a good camera once you learn how to work it. The one I have over here now page 5 is sorta temperamental. I have already ruined one roll of film with it. But I couldn’t make out what those damn German words meant. Hope I do better with these. As for the spending a lot of money for such a trivial things, well I’d pay most anything to have a camera here because that’s the only way I can keep a permanent record of some things I see. As for the gun, that’s one of those things I’ve been able to get and keep so damn few real souvenirs so far and a pistol seems to be the one thing that all of us want to take home. Me included. And this is a nice one. It was nice of Mrs. Sweeney writing you again. I wrote to Dan a couple of times, but never have heard from him. Might try it again some of these days. I wonder if he is hitting the bottle as much as he was when I was with him. If he is I have my doubts sometimes if he ever makes it back. He was really lonesome I know that. But God, aren’t we all. page 6 There’s another show tonight, so guess I’ll take that in pretty soon now and probably add a little more to this afterwards. There has been nothing new develop in my status today but fully expect to be released this week. Probably Friday. That will be 16 days in here. And that has really given me a chance to catch up on my much needed rest. This time it has practically all been rest too as there has been no pain from wounds and so on. I have grown used to skin trouble. Of course my headaches were no laughing matter and still aren’t occasional but you can put up with most anything if you try and I have had plenty of experience and have plenty of <? Calloss>. Time to go now. We’ll see you after the show. Wes 7.30 Well, the show "Brewster’s Millons" might have been pretty good but this damned French electrical system broke down and about half of the picture was all we got to see. Anyhow, he had just spent three hundred thousand dollars in six days in that isn’t hay. page 7 Sounds like <? Ovalu> and Fred are pretty well stuck in the West. Anyhow they seem to be doing all right in the <? apiny> now. I think they should, with their combining income. Guess they deserve a break at that, and I’m glad for them. Only wish some of those breaks would come our way someday. It would be a good idea to have the car looked after. It may be a long time before we are able to buy another and a stich in time might save us some future walking. Personally, I’ve walked about all I want to in the infantry. Glad you finally got the money order. As for any future ones well that all depends on a number of things. Being in the hospital definitely handicaps my activities though I know that. The <? cartons> were very nice. I like the one with Ronnie asking to be introduced to his Daddy. The one with page 8 the beggar and the cigarette stubs is no joke over here. We see plenty of just that. And by some pretty good looking French men and women too. Of course, there has been talk here of having wives come over but nothing definite and then only for men who will be in the army of occupation. So far, I don’t think I will be part of that. However, if I were to stay here very long and could, would certainly want you and Ronnie to come over. I don’t like this living apart any better than you do. This picture I am enclosing is of the little girl who sent you the pansies and the one you are so worried about. She has real pretty brown eyes and is typically French. Really better looking than this picture shows her to be. She is real shy though and I haven’t been able to get very far with her. Guess I’m losing my power over women. The change in the French money does page 9 not effect any of us. All they did was to call in all the old paper money and issue new. The old money, much of which was printed by the Germans and was being used by the French Black marketers. They hoped to catch many of them by making them turn in this money and I imagine they have. Also a few big time GI operators. 9.45 PM. This seems to be going into a continued story but you see there were three or four fellows that wanted to play some poker so a couple of us old veterans in here proceeded to teach them better. I only won about 400 francs, but the other fellow cleaned out the crowd so there wasn’t much use playing with each other so we quit. Now I’m back to you again and a few dollars richer. This army life sure has its ups and downs. Knowing how to play cards page 10 help and I’ve been playing all my life. Funny I’ve never learned how to cheat though. I had learned some of the things to watch for and the other night I caught one of the boys red handed. Nothing happening but it didn’t look so good for awhile. Just proves that you can’t trust anybody it seems, not even your roommate. Well maybe your wife, if you have a good one. Well Ronnie my little boy Mommy tells me you are rapidly becoming quite a little man. Playing wars, going to Sunday School, having girl friends, and talking with big words, and a lot of other things. I think I’ll really have to be introduced to you all over again when I get home. Mommie too maybe. Do you suppose? Have to go to bed now, thanks again for the packages and all the nice long letters and all my love you both always, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Vet Hospital Compiegne, France 28 June 45 Thursday 9:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad’s platoon, he could do that? Dear Alice and Ronnie, Just finished winning two out of three in pinochle so I guess it’s time to let you know I’m still alive. However it looks like I’m due to stay here in the hospital a few days more after all. My skin started breaking out a little again and the doctor said to resume the treatments again. That can go on forever as they are not giving me anything to stop the trouble at the source and I’m convinced that just using medication on the irritated places will never clear it up entirely. Oh well it’s a pretty soft life here and from the Stars and Stripes today it looks like I haven’t got a chance getting out of the Army until after we defeat Japan so who am I to want a change. Who knows maybe they will page 2 give up on me some day. However I know better than to even think such a thing. We’ve had more rain today which of course always makes my headaches much worse, plus meaning we are cooped up in the ward. Did get to see two shows. The 11th Special Service Platoon, the one which I was formerly in, put on a show for us this afternoon. It was very good. Only about six of the original bunch are still with the show. I talked with them afterwards. They have done a lot of traveling and are going back to Germany now. Still don’t know if I did right getting out of that or not. Would have gotten to see a lot more of the country here. That is, of course if I had stuck. Then tonite there was a very poor movie. After that the pinochle and that brings me up to now. Of course, after all the mail I received yesterday hardly page 3 expected any today[,] and there wasn’t. Our ward is filling up a little now. We have sixteen patients in here now, all skin trouble like mine or worse. Guess I’m not the only nervous man in the service. Of late, our chow has not been as good as usual. Tonite though we had steak, dehydrated potatoes, beans, lettuce, onions, bread, butter and coffee and one half peach. Everything very good except the potatoes. Don’t imagine you have ever eaten dehydrated potatoes so you have no idea how lousy they are. They cut the raw potato in[to] about 1 / 4 inch cubes and then they are dehydrated. And that simple little process just about ruins all food, certainly as far as flavor is concerned. And potatoes is [are] one thing it does more than ruin. It makes the taste like so much well[,] you know what. Carrots are the same way. page 4 We also get dehydrated apples, beets, beans (not so bad) lima beans and powdered milk which is also tasteless. If I ever get home and you pull any of that dehydrated stuff on me you will soon be looking for a new home and that’s for sure. One of our new patients is a new divorcee and a newer newly wedded man. He is in 16th Hq and married one of the WACs stationed here with the Air Force. She’s not bad, a bit on the hefty side, but does give the boys something to talk about. They were only married a couple [of] days when he had to come here - and old leg injury and some skin trouble, too, I guess. Kind of rough on newlyweds huh? She comes up to see him every nite. Now wouldn’t that be nice if you could come and visit me? No, that wouldn’t be any good, either. Time’s up. It’s too crowded here. Love, Dad ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler. June 28, 1945, Thursday midnight. Noteworthy: Dad’s first day in the hospital (Notice the date on the envelope, July 16, 1945 (atomic bomb day) Darling, It’s just seven days ago since I had a letter from you and that was dated June 13th and written on your first day in the hospital. I’m plenty worried by now. I keep imagining all sorts of things having happened. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another to worry me ever since you went in the army. It’s no wonder I’m getting nervous. When someone says,"boo", I jump mile. It certainly will be a wonderful feeling when you actually come home all safe and sound. Everyone says, oh, don’t worry, he’s on his way home. Wish I could believe that. I just can’t get that optimistic anymore, it seems. Yesterday, I just about killed myself by washing all our clothes, sheets, towels, and so on, and also iron from noon until 11.30 last night. page two. After that, I had some coffee with the Pages and at 1 a.m., took a bath, and got to bed at 2 a.m. and couldn’t sleep for a couple hours because of a terrific rainstorm with the thunder and lightning galore. I read in today’s paper that it did a lot of damage. Then Ronnie woke me up before 7 o’clock this morning, and from then on, ( after about three hours sleep, all night), I’ve had a busy day. Marge called at 9 o’clock, and we went shopping until noon. Marge bought two new dresses, (and I? none). After that, she, Ronnie, and I had lunch at the Rose Bowl. Later we came home, and I polished the car with car-nu while Marge sewed. I spent $9.12 on the car yesterday (I’m enclosing the receipt). I didn’t have time to take it to Packard, so Mr. Page took it to the garage. He patronizes. I’m taking it to Packard for a bump on a Page three, fender, and touch-Up, and simonizing middle of July, as they’re too busy now. The Pages got a chicken yesterday from "Marty Root", and tonight, Ronnie and I were asked to share it with them. Mmm, very good. We had boiled potatoes, gravy, fried chicken, peas and carrots, and vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries. Not bad. All I have to do tomorrow is clean house and pack our clothes and go to Gladys’ in time for dinner. Then stay all night as Gladys works till noon when we’ll start for Lake Shafer to join Claude and family. Gladys can only have this weekend there as her vacation won’t come until later in the summer. I hope Jo, Claude, and I will get a long okay, but I think we will, although Page four. I don’t know how Ronnie will fare with the kiddies. About 10.30 tonight, I was upstairs again for ice cream, (with bananas and chocolate sauce), and cookies. Mrs. Page will care for Judy while I’m gone. Hope poor Judy won’t get too lonesome. I’m driving to the lake as I’ll have too much luggage to go on a train. You see, I have to bring sheets like it’s tall too, plus our clothes. Claude said, he could get me gas to come home, (I hope!). If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow, I won’t enjoy my vacation, and that’s for sure. Keep writing to this address as the Pages will forward my mail to me. Well good night, sweetheart. P.S., I’m enclosing some snaps of Ronnie (three) we took today. Cute, aren’t they? ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 29th, 1945, Friday Nite Dearest, Well I’m sitting here writing this at Gladys’ house. I actually got here without getting lost. Imagine. I took Rt #30 out of Chicago Heights and drove around until I found the place. I’m certainly getting to be a smart girl, don’t you think? Aren’t you proud of me? I spent all day today packing our clothes and cleaning up the house. Marge had been over and the two of us (for a couple of days) really made a mess of the house. I felt awful about leaving Judy home alone, but guess she’s better off there as I don’t know whether they’d allow dogs at the cottage. And I’m afraid she might get lost. She looked so woebegone when we left that it just about broke my heart. But she’s such a nice doggy. And I’ll sure page two miss her. I only hope the Pages can make her eat ’cause even when I leave for a evening, she won’t touch her food until I return. Ronnie’s lying in the middle of the bed, crosswise right now, and I don’t know how I’ll get in without waking him. I came out here at 6:00 o’clock and for supper, Gladys had steak. Imagine? I haven’t [had] that for months. She says she always manages to get meat out here. We had tomato and cottage cheese salad, broiled steak, very tender, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and banana custard pie with vanilla wafers as crust and iced tea. Is your mouth-watering, Darling. She showed me some of her souvenirs that Dick has sent as follows. In perfumes -- Cloud No. #5, <? Sahiapardli>, <? Molyreaux>, <? Shalimar>, <? Havbigant> and others, also a $125.00 watch for her and a $40.00 watch for Joyce, a Given <?veritlin> and a Longine for himself, a Nazi page three. flag, a Nazi helmet,cigarette lighter, pearl necklace, lapel pin, bracelets, two cameras, and a tripod. I mentioned he was charging these things off as damage, but I guess that was only the one camera which has bent hinges or something. The rest he buys for a fraction of retail price. For example, a $50 Given watch for $20, $125 Rolex Swiss watch for $36, and so on. He also bought Les a watch. I asked Gladys if he could get me a watch, as mine doesn’t seem to run much anymore. If I could get a $125 watch for $36 it would be worth it, I think. I understand Dick and two others may remain in Germany to open a couple new warehouses, so guess he’s lucky not being sent to the Pacific. We’re due at the Lake Schaefer at 3:00 o’clock tomorrow (Sat.) as Claude and Jo will get there about that time. After Gladys leaves Sunday, I’m going to be terribly lonesome seeing Jo and Claude together and you and I so far apart. Page four. No letters again today. That makes eight days since I heard from you. Whatever is wrong? I’m so worried as the last letter I had was dated June 13th, and your first day in the hospital. When I get to the lake, I’m going to call home to find out if I had any mail and have them forward it to me. Well, good night now, Darling, and hope you are well, and perhaps on your way home. I can daydream, can’t I? Just remember always, and especially on those ultra blue lonely days, that we love you and want you, so don’t give up, just hang on tight and I’ll do the same. Love and kisses, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Write to Dick, and he may send you a couple dozen rolls of film. He sent G 25 rolls. P.S. I have to go to Crown Point to buy a $5 use tax sticker in the morning. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler June 30th, 1945. Saturday night, midnight Dearest Wes, Well we’re here, believe it or not! Gladys didn’t have to work this a.m. after all but as we got a letter from Claude yesterday saying they wouldn’t get here until 3:00 p.m., we didn’t start until 2:00 p.m. After breakfast I drove into Crown Point for my Federal Use Tax sticker ($5.00) as the old one expired today. I also bought a pair of overalls for Ronnie and sunglasses for both of us. Ronnie looks too cute for words in his. I don’t feel so hot as it’s my third day with a sore throat again. Can’t figure out how I can get ’em all the time as my tonsils are out. Guess I just don’t live right. Just about noon I called Mrs. Page and asked if I’d had any mail and lo and behold, there was a V-mail dated June 17th. (The last letter I got nine days ago dated page 2 June 13th). I asked her to read it over the phone as I was so anxious to hear about you. You spoke of having more x-rays and so on. I s’pose I have letters coming dated between the 13th and 17th, so I sent Mrs. Page a forwarding address today and several special delivery stamps. How are the penicillin treatments working? Any improvement? I hope so and also hope they can clear up that sinus infection, also your "tummy". We arrived here at about 6:00 p.m., although we started at 2:00 p.m. Gladys had had new rings put in her car so we could drive only 40 miles per hour. Her speedometer doesn’t work, so I had to drive first to gauge her speed. On top of that, her radiator was clogged so that it boiled over all the time. We stopped and drained out a flush she had in it, but it still was hot. Later we stopped again and the fellow put in a Dupont flush and we page 3 finally got here. Just as we pulled up, Claude came up to Gladys’ car and informed her, her tire was flat so he went back to Monticello for her and bought a new tube for $4.60. She sure had a lot of tough luck, and considering she has to return to work Monday a.m., the trip was hardly worth it. When we got here, we had a supper of tenderized ham, baked beans, peas, lettuce salad, and bread, gravy, and ice cream. We had only a roll and coffee for lunch, so it tasted good to us. I had a <? fingerwane> in Crown Pt just before we left from Ruby (a cousin of Murray’s). Do you know her? It was a dollar wasted as it rained all afternoon except for the fact that it’s clean, the <? wane> is gone. Just my luck again. The cottage Claude rented is very page 4 nice and large too. It fronts on the lake and has a large dining room (with fireplace), kitchen (water pump by the sink, and gasoline stove), three bedrooms. One bedroom has a double bed for (Jo and Claude), mine has a double bed and a single bed for Ronnie, the other bedroom has a double bed and two 3/4 beds (for the kids), and tonight Gladys is there too. All in all, three double beds and three 3/4 beds. I’m glad Ronnie and I have a room by ourselves as he’ll sleep much better that way. He slept for an hour on the way down here and fell right asleep when we put him to bed tonight. First thing he got here, he begged to go boat riding, but it was too cold and rainy. There are two rowboats here so we’ll have a chance to go. I hope we have nice weather the next two weeks. Page 5. After the kids went to bed, I showed Claude and Jo the pictures you sent me, and then we played blackjack. I lost eight cents, isn’t that awful? I sure felt lonesome for you while we were sitting here talking tonight. Just didn’t seem right for you and Dick to be missing. Billy looks the same as ever and has the cutest "baldy sour" haircut. Norma Jean looks the same, only taller and thinner, and wears glasses now. Jo said Norma Jean has almost no vision in one eye. "Diedie" is as cute as ever except that all her front teeth are missing. Norma Jean is 10, Billy 9, and Diedie 6 yrs old. Johnny (the baby -- 10 months old) is in Zionsville. A Mrs. Bailey is coming for him. Jo says he’s the image of Page six. Claude and Billy. Well, I guess that’s that in the way of news, it seems. Maybe I can dig up some "dirt" in the next few days. Well, honey, guess I’ll close now as everyone’s asleep except me. I love you, honey, more and more. So keep that chin up and perhaps we can still enjoy being together before long. Good night, Love and kisses, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Poor Ronnie. He just kept falling down, getting his feet stepped on. Caught his finger in a door and what have you, already playing with his cousins. He’ll be a wreck in two weeks. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 30 June 1945 Saturday, 10:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad complains about skin trouble and headaches; Dad decides not to move to California. My Dear Alice and Ronnie, I left a very profitable poker game to write this letter, so now you know. Of course I didn’t write last nite and I received two nice letters today, so that sort of helped my will power along. At that, I had to keep telling myself for nearly an hour that I had letters to write before I finally left some fifteen dollars richer than I was at seven P.M. We have a bunch of new patients and some of them like to play. So as long as my luck continues I’m doing alright financially. Guess it’s a good thing I do alright somewhere, because I certainly don’t seem to be accomplishing much otherwise. Yesterday the doctor looked at me and said to continue the penicillin spraying. Today he didn’t even look. I’m practically as healed up now as I have been any time with in the last two years but there still are some places yet that continue to break out about the time some other spot heals up. My head aches are about as usual. So there you have it. Right now, my head is about to burst but the doctor page 2 doesn’t seem to be a bit worried about it and I’m getting accustomed to having my head feel like it was being split wide open. One of the boys from the office brought my mail up today and the news. However the news was very scarce. He did say my work was piling up nicely and now I know when I do get out of here I’ll have plenty to do. With my Boss going home and his replacement not knowing too much about it things are pretty bad. Now there is another tough break for me. If I had been assigned to Head quarters company instead of attached unassigned as I now am[,] I would automatically have moved up into his job which has a T5 rating attached. As it is I just calmly sit back and let some private who doesn’t know a thing about the work[,] but is a part of Hq Co.[,] take over. Of course they call that army efficiency or something. I’ll be damned if I know what that something is though. Well about this time I suppose you are all packed and ready to go on your page 3 vacation. No doubt by the time you receive this letter you will have had your vacation. I hope it was a good one and you are both much better off for it. I also received a nice long letter from Forrest today. He seems to be getting along all right but thinks there still is a possibility that he may have to leave the the states. <? Infatically> does not like California weather, nor does Catherine. Says it is damp, hot, and cold. No place for either one of us in our sinus troubles, I’m a-thinking. And the same goes for Oregon from the reports I hear about that state. He sends me the first news I have heard about Norma and her automobile accident. Have you been keeping some thing from me? Or have you heard? He said she was hit by an automobile, but didn’t say much about how serious it was. Mentioned her being in a hospital. Let’s have the lowdown if you know anything. We have been having a couple page 4 days of cool rainy weather here too the last few days. I’ve decided in such weather the hospital is definitely a good place to be in during such times. Had certainly thought they would release me by this time but now I’m beginning to wonder just how long I will be here. Certainly a long time if he waits until every last little bit of this infection clears up from past experience with it. We now have the ward full, guess sweating out this trip home or to the CBI <? one>, is causing a lot of nervous disorders. My case is very mild now to some in here. Of course I wasn’t so hot when I first came in either. Now about the Chamberlin deal? What are you going to do about that if anything? It seems to me that his card certainly was an invitation for you to make a move. Knowing you, that gasoline excuse you gave for not having been out there was a bit lame. Tell Mr. Dixon congratulations on his championship baseball team. Now page 5 maybe he can make champions out of both Bobby and Ronnie[,] then we won’t have to worry about their future career[s]. Forgot to tell you, I had another pleasant surprise today. My CO. brought my pay up to the hospital to me. Now I thought that was real nice of him. I don’t exactly needed it lying in bed in a hospital[,] but it was a good gesture nevertheless. However they made a mistake and instead of the $21.00 I should have gotten with my new PFC rating[,] I only received six dollars. It seems they had me charged up with an extra <? fund> allotment for some reason. I said nix on that. But I don’t get the $15 until next month. So there you don’t have to worry about what I’m going to do with all my pay this month. It seems I have now just about run out of all the up-to-date news plus it being after 11 P.M. and after my usual bedtime, so, since page 6 I’m such a stickler for doing things as they should be done[,] this should just about finish this letter up for tonight. Besides this is the last sheet of writing paper I have. So that’s that. How’s my little Ronnie these days? I haven’t said much about you lately, have I? I miss you just the same and I can honestly say there is very little of the time when I’m not thinking of both you and Mommy. And just practically waiting - and not so patient either - for that day when I can get home again. When that will be the Lord only knows, I guess. But I certainly hope it won’t be too far away. One’s patience can only stand so much especially when so many more fortunate ones are leaving daily. Be a good boy now and I hope you and Mommy have a good time with Claude, Joe and their little boys and girls. Now this is really the the end. Run over and give Mommy a big kiss for Daddy and all my love to you both. Daddy ...

V-mail from: Albert T. Evers to: PFC George Shonkwiler July 30, 1945 Dear Wes, Received your letter of July 21st when I returned here to Camp Philadelphia where we are sweating it out. I don’t know exactly where we are going from here, but it doesn’t look good. I may not get your next letter here, but don’t think I will leave the continent for some time yet. I don’t feel much better, but you know how the army is, if you are warm you’re fit for duty. They found out I had arthritis, but as long as I am not a cripple, they figure I am at least fit for limited service, which means exactly nothing. Everything broke so fast that I couldn’t get to see you. And it looks now like our next meeting will be in the States. I did get to go to Paris July 26th so I can at least say I have been there. It sure is a beautiful city and well worth while visiting. I would like to go once more and take that trip to Versailles but I am afraid I won’t be able to make it unless I am lucky. Hope you get to go home real soon and I see you there[,] so until then we’ll keep our fingers crossed. Best of luck. Your friend, Al ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 1 July 1945, Sunday, 5.30 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad "boils over" at the Army. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, While waiting for the time to pass until the show at 6:30 will bring you up to date, which doesn’t take much bringing. Today has been very quiet. Doctor looked me over and it looks like I’m good for a few more days right here. Now you have all there is to tell. It’s been raining practically all day and I’ve spent mine inside reading, sleeping, and writing a letter to Forest and one now to you. I believe I told you in last night’s letter that I left a very lucrative game of poker to write you. Well, very sadly, after I had finished, the game moved to a back room and continued on into the morning with me participating. I managed to lose about 14 of the 15 dollars I had won earlier. Not much profit there considering all the sleep I lost. Sleep is one thing we get plenty of around here, so maybe I’m not page 2. out so much at that. I suppose my card playing sounds very boring to you, but hell, that’s about all one does in a hospital and I have to talk about something. I’m sure you must get tired of me continually griping about the army. Guess Forest will be too after getting my letter of today. I certainly let off some steam. Not that he can do anything about it but then he is a Democrat. And he made a couple cracks in his letter that I didn’t like. It’s certainly nice to live in a country of free speech. You don’t have to worry too much about getting your head chopped off if you say the wrong thing about the right person. At least I don’t think I have to yet. Can’t tell what the Democratic Party will do to perpetuate themselves in place for the next election. There is a pretty rotten thing being pulled on the fellows in the bed next to me. He is in here for a hernia operation. Now there is a ruling page 3 out in the ETO that say one to be hospitalized for 60 days or more will be returned to the states. Well this fellow came in here three weeks ago for his operation. They shaved him and got him ready for the operation the night before. The next morning he was all broken out in some kind of a rash so they brought him to this ward to clear up the rash before operating fearing infection. He is now ready again for the operation but guess what they are doing to him. They are sending him back out to his company tomorrow for one day then he he has to come back the next day for the operation. In other words if he went directly from here to the operating room he would probably be in for 60 continuous days. The doctor said it was routine for them to do it that way but I know that’s a damn lie. The man is supposed page four to have an acute case. Don’t suppose anything will happen to him that day out but just in case, his folks will merely get a telegram saying something happened while in the line of duty or words to that effect. He is just a minor case of many that I’ve seen over here and surely proves that as far as the Army is concerned the individual doesn’t exist. Well had better stop with that before I get started [to] you and then you’d never have no end. I’m really boiling over with the likes of that and that’s the trouble it just boils over. There isn’t much else one can do until you are discharged and then it’s too late. However this fellow Mauldin who was recently discharged, the fellow who writes all those cartoons of "Up front with Mauldin" can do some good and unless the big shots close him up may. At least he got one dig in about Patton that I have no doubt was true. Sometimes I think that is one reason why they are so slow about discharging GIs. They page five are a bit afraid of some of them sounding off a little too much to suit some certain people. I am quitting now temporarily for the show. Probably will tell you about it later. No mail today so nothing new there. Goodbye now, Wes 10:30 p.m Sunday Here I am again after a lousy show and a lousier evening of poker. I lost about ten dollars tonight. Oh, such is life in the Army. Well one can’t win all the time. Can’t think of much else. Maybe shouldn’t have even told you that much but then I believe in telling the good with the bad and I don’t think anyone can win all the time. So why try to kid you. Anyhow I’m sure I am a little ahead page six of the game and I think too much of money to allow myself to lose constantly. Had intended sending you a pkg mostly of your old letters long before this but being in here put a stop to that. However now maybe when I do get to send it, I will have a little surprise for you. Don’t expect too much though. Don’t know if you are interested in cluttering up the house with worthless souvenirs or not. If you are say so and I can pick up a few here and there. Time to go now. How’s my little Ronnie tonite? Being a good boy I hope. All my love to you both. Good night my dears, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 2, 1945 Monday, 11:30 P.M. Hello, Darling, Here I am again and still trying to make the best of it amongst all the Shonkwiler’s. Every once in a while a certain look, laugh, or expression of Claude’s will remind me so much of you that I just get awfully lonesome. We had a pretty full day yesterday (Sun). First of all breakfast for the nine of us, then dishes, and a couple boat rides on the lake. Ronnie wouldn’t get in the boat at first, but finally agreed to go out with Claude for a while. Since then we can’t keep him out of the boat, even while it’s tied at the pier. We had a good dinner (cooked in my pressure cooker) Swiss steak, potatoes, green beans, tomatoes, and watermelon. After dinner I took a few snapshots of the gang. I hope they turn out okay. Gladys and Joyce left at 4:00 and later we took Claude to the golf course. page 2 While he golfed Jo and I and the kids went into Montcello and had hamburgers and coffee and ice cream cones. Later we picked Claude up and went home to clean up, so we could go to the show in town. We saw "I’ll be Seeing You," with Joseph Cotton, Ginger Roberts, and Shirley Temple, and was very good. It was late by the time we tucked the kids in and we had some coffee, etc, so I didn’t write you. Claude’s kiddies were up at 8:00 this morning, but Jo, Claude, Ronnie and I didn’t get up until 9:45. Isn’t that awful? We had breakfast at 11:00, then swept and dusted the cottage. About noon a lady from Zionsville and her 2 daughters came over to see us. They had a cottage across the lake. It was a Mrs. Bailey whose husband is a Lieutenant Commander in the Mariana Islands. (He’s a Dr. in the Navy.) This woman’s Mother-in-law is caring for Johnny in Zionsville. page 3 (Johnny is Claude’s youngest.) Anyway we all rode across the lake to visit at Mrs. Bailey’s cottage for a while. While there during a bit of wrestling between Claude and Billy (on the pier) Ronnie was knocked into the water. Boy, did he yell! Claude fished him out and as he was soaked we took him to Mrs. B’s cottage, and she gave him a pr of her daughter’s panties to wear and he wore Jo’s sweater to keep him warm coming back across the lake. Did he look funny! When we came back we sat around and froze some more until dinnertime. (it’s been damp and cold and rainy ever since we got here - such luck!) For dinner we had coleslaw, green beans, baked ham, fried potatoes, gravy, and cake and coffee. After dishes Claude rowed across the lake to play golf again, while Jo and I and the page 4 kids went to town again. We bought some groceries and ice cream cones and came home. When Claude got home we put the kids to bed, and we had more coffee and ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches. Since then and until now we’ve been reading magazines, listening to the radio and freezing some more. Before dinner tonite Claude and Billy built a fire in the fireplace and boy it felt good. Gosh, I hope it warms up soon! Here ’tis July and still cold. We’ve had sweaters and coats on all day. I hope before the end of the week I’ll have some mail from you. I’ve only had a V-mail in 11 days and that isn’t good, is it? Good night, Darling and all our love, always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 3 July 1945, Tuesday 6.30 p.m. Noteworthy: key letter -- Dad reviews his trip from USA to England, across England and to France, across France to the front -- intense. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, It seems to me about one year ago now I was enjoying a furlough back where there is only one place to enjoy one. And it was marred a little of course, because of that little voyage I knew I was soon to make. But right now I wouldn’t be worrying a bit about making the voyage back again. A full year away from you and Ronnie and home, that is a long time and one filled with plenty of new experiences. It’s hard to say which experiences will stay with me longest and which ones were the most important. Suppose one would think, and it is possibly so, that the few hours preceding, during, and immediately after being injured in Germany will remain with me longer than any one event in the last year. However, the trip back to England as a patient was filled with pain and something page 2 new all the time. The most remarkable, I think, of all that was the excellent care and manner in which the evacuation itself was carried out. Then, of course, there was the few hours before getting on board the USS Brooks for the trip over here crossing New York Harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, which we could hardly see for the blinding, setting sun, and walking up the gangplank in late evening with a brass band blaring away all the more conspicuous, because that was absolutely the only person or persons allowed there to see us off. Oh, yes, there was, of course, the <? in efitable> Red Cross caravan passing out doughnuts and some lemon drink that most everyone poured on the ground. Then, early the next morning, the slow, painful sailing through the harbor mine fields, and out in the Atlantic, where we caught up with our convoy. Ships in front, rear, and on both sides, as far as we could see, and of all descriptions. Page 3. The next eleven days, I suffered first from a heat wave, then seasickness, then around Iceland, nearly nearly froze to death then we rode out a storm, plus more <? funny> feeling in our stomachs, and always nothing but soldiers all around, under you, over you, and up against you, all trying to find some way to pass the time. On clear days away out in front, the destroyers racing around, and around like a sheep dog watching his flock. Land was a welcome sight I can tell you. It was beautiful, green Scotland. We finally pulled up at <? Gorick>, Scotland where I thought all the boats in the world were concentrated, including aircraft carriers, warships of all kinds, and transports, even the Queen Mary. It was a funny feeling to step on solid ground again. It seemed like the loading platform was still going up and down even after page 4. some four hours of waiting for a third class funny little English trains that was to take us the full length of England to our first destination overseas. It was on this ride that we heard our first "any gum chum", from the thousands of kids that lined the railroad waiting for the ever generous Joe to hand out anything he might have available. That "any gum chum" got pretty notorious before I got out of England for good though. The next few weeks were spent wondering just about what this war was all about never doubting that I would never be sent to the actual battle front. Even when we were loaded on trains one night at two o’clock in the morning ending up in Southampton, England, the jumping off place for France, did we think any different. Omaha Beach was an interesting mess after the relative an impressive channel crossing. One wonders how our boys ever got ashore and up that hill at all. Page 5. I know I had a hell of a time and we didn’t have to worry about [Huns] mines or any thing of that sort when we went in. The next three to four miles of mud were the hardest I have ever walked. I thought my heavy pack, some 80 to 100 pounds plus rifle and steel helmet would drive me right into the ground. The next four days was my first view of what was to come, pup tents, cold muddy ground for a bed and no food not even rations -- that is until we went on a raiding party back to the beach where we lugged back boxes of C rations that were scattered around. We were a happy bunch when that French convoy of trucks took us out of that hole. If we had only known what was ahead, we wouldn’t have been so happy. The next three days were spent in the good ole French 40 and 8’s, Forty men, bag and baggage page 6 piled in a cattle car about two-thirds the size of our cattle cars back in the States. Did you ever try sleeping, half sitting up, half standing up, and half lying down for three nights in a row plus freezing cold and a dozen GIs all over you? That’s real discomfort. Plus that we had one canteen of fresh water for the three days. Believe it or not, but after the first day we were catching live steam from the engine, putting <? some bulleai> powder in it and that along with C rations was our menu and liquids for the three days. Needless to say, we were a sorry bunch when we finally arrived at a camp outside of Le Mans, France at midnite one nite. But that wasn’t the end. We still had a four-mile hike with full field pack and then pitching pup tents in the wee hours of the morning, without lights, with mud, and so on. Yes, we still knew we would never be sent to the front, why we were all a bunch of specialists and page 7 cripples. They couldn’t have any use for us in the infantry. We had, by this time, gotten over the idea that the war would be over before we could get there anyway though. You see it was now Nov. and we all had a feeling that there would be at least six months more of war. We were damn sure of it a week later when they loaded us in trucks and we took a long, fast, 14-hour freezing ride across France ending up in the 95th Division and most of us riflemen in the infantry. You know pretty well the rest. Yes, it will be hard to pick up just one thing that will seem more important in this last year of events. Even Paris, VE Day, the French, the war prisoners coming home and many many others. This last year really hasn’t been so page 8 long after all. I wonder what the next one will bring. There must be an end to all this war, separation, and grief someday. Perhaps the coming year will see that end. I hope so. 11.30 p.m. I was rudely interrupted some five hours ago and have been winning back at poker all I lost last night plus some nine or ten hundred francs. I am now about one hundred francs winner since coming in the hospital. You see, I really play for pleasure, it seems. They are having a dance in the mess hall just below our ward tonight so there isn’t much use trying to go to sleep. Patients are not allowed. Not that I would have gone, but there are a lot of fellows here that would have gone if they had been allowed. Well, I may be out of here yet this week. Not that I am cured page 9 but I guess they are just giving up on me. Anyhow, the doctor said to stop the spraying again today, and that’s usually a good sign that I’ll be out in about two days. Personally, I’m just as glad. After seeing some of the skin cases in here now I know I haven’t a chance for a discharge, so I might as well go back to work and hope we beat hell out of Japan in a couple three months. No mail for three straight days now, and tomorrow is July 4th so suppose that will make four, as they have really declared a holiday in the Army. No one works. Well that brings me up to date. I didn’t write last night because there was even less to write about than there is tonight. page 10 I guess by now you and Ronnie are on your vacation and having a wonderful time, I hope. Certainly hope you were able to get a little rest and found everything alright on your return home. The dance is still going full blast, and it’s beginning to sound like the beer thing they are drinking must be plenty strong stuff. At least it’s having its effect. Beer is not for patients either. We do get Coca-Cola, though, which really suits me just as well. Dance or no dance, it’s time I was in bed, and that’s where I’m going right now. All my love to both of you, and I’m hoping I see you soon. Love, Daddy. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France, 4th of July, 1945, 11 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Fourth of July, over, and a very lively one it was for me, too. I spent most of the morning sleeping, the afternoon playing a very successful game of poker, the evening seeing a lousy show, a lousier Red Cross party, and the last hour playing a successful game of poker again. I am some fourty dollars richer tonight than I was this morning. Consequently think, I’ll get fifty dollars of it off to you in the morning then I’ll know regardless of the rest of my poker games here at the hospital, I will be in the black. It’s now dark outside, and somewhere not far from the hospital here they are shooting off a lot of flares. Celebrations, no doubt. They are the kind used page 2 at night in the front lines to light up the place, or for signaling. Very pretty but not so nice when used for what they are made for and you are caught out in the open when one goes off. There are white ones, green ones, and red. Well we got another new doctor today and since my face has started breaking out, now he has put me back on medication. Off again, on again. This time, it’s penicillin salve. If we keep on getting new doctors every ten days I know very well I’m here for the duration. About the time one gets tired of having me around, in comes another doctor, and I’m good for another week or so, it seems. I’ve been wondering all day what you two have been doing and how you have spent Page 3. the fourth. Certainly would like to have at least received a letter. But no such luck. Didn’t <? loui> have a visitor, and all the boys were off. Guess I’ve been forgotten, or something, by everyone. I never did hear from Evers nor did he come over as he promised. It’s probable though that he has shipped out. If they went through the States, which I doubt, he might even be home right now for all I know. Nor have I seen or heard from Marge’s brother. Guess they both have left. Now, if I were still with the 95th Division, I’d be home right now, too. Wouldn’t that be something? Such is my luck, it seems. Good and bad I don’t know yet. But it’s luck anyhow. page 4 We played cards out on our balcony all afternoon in the sun. I’m rapidly getting a nice sun tan but tonight my eyes hurt like the devil. Too much glare, I guess. Anyhow, the sun is good for me, I hope. I haven’t been getting any too much of it of late. Some of the men in here, now with skin trouble, really make you sick to look at them. Mine at its worst was never half as bad as some in here. I really never knew people could have such horrible looking skin trouble. One would think this is the VD ward or something. But it isn’t. It’s just an infectious skin ward. I think the main trouble is coming from this country itself. It’s full of infection and disease and sleeping under the conditions so many have to here doesn’t help any. Penicillin seems to work wonders page 5 though and I have yet to see one case that it hasn’t helped. In fact I’m about the oldest [of] many in this ward now as far as number of days here are concerned and I’m definitely much better. It’s just that it keeps breaking out again in a new spot. They don’t seem to be trying to find the cause anymore. And if they know now, certainly haven’t told me what it is. Still believe my theory is the right one. No doubt if they ever came to that conclusion also, I might stand a chance for a discharge someday. But that’s beyond hope. Well my dears, the fireworks outside are over, so is all the news of the day so there really isn’t much more to write about tonight. Perhaps I’ll get some of that overdue mail tomorrow and that would certainly help. So now, good nite and I dreamed I got a discharge last nite but my dreams never come true. Anyhow, all my love to you both forever, your Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France, 5 July 45 Thursday, 8.30 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad’s advice on how to handle Ronnie. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, At last a landslide. Two 5 [lb] packages from you, three letters from you, one from Murray, Campbell’s, and one from Claude. These letters told of you knowing of me being in the hospital where, of course, I still am. And still no news about when I’ll get out, if ever. One of the fellows in my room brought the mail over today. He said there was nothing new back at camp and they all had to work yesterday after all. That holiday bunk was just a lot of propaganda. Neither Murray nor Vida had much that was new. Murray page 2 did say that he was planning on quitting in August since they weren’t drafting men over 30. Well and well. He also seems a bit pessimistic about post-war building mostly because of competition I gathered. Competition doesn’t bother me. I’ve had plenty of it before. In fact, competition is good for me. It makes me work all the harder and stay on the ball that much more. Time will tell on that score. Now there is one thing I want you to do and no more making excuses and so on. Either come out flatly and say you don’t want to or go out to Chamberlin’s and see what the score is. Page 3. If you say definitely that you don’t want to, then that’s alright too. It won’t make any difference to me. I’ll just start figuring out something else. Right now I fully expect to be in the Army for the duration. Think I’ll return to the States late this fall -- get a furlough and then be assigned some place in the States until the war with Japan is over. That will be sometime in the first six months of next year. Naturally, I have no inside dope and I don’t know any more about it than you do. But that’s page 4 the way I have it figured. If I happen to be right then that would give you about nine months to learn something about the real estate business plus finding out if that business is worth a damn. Then when I am discharged, you can go back to being a housekeeper and mother about a couple of times more anyhow. At least enough to keep Ronnie satisfied and give him a little girl for a playmate. Vida wrote me a nice long newsy letter but really nothing in it important. Seems as though they are feeling the food shortage a little too. Page 5 Claude told me of you and Ronnie planning on spending your vacation with them. I had told him of the black market prospects here and he says he will keep the boxes coming which will help. Also said Billy is playing baseball and seemed quite proud of him, which he has been all along. Have pretty high hopes about Ronnie myself. Not necessarily in athletics, but in whatever he chooses to make his profession. I can well understand Ronnie leaning toward a pretty rough temper and a will of his own. Admirable traits if handled and trained correctly. However Page 6. a person who cannot control his or her temper at least ninety nine per cent of the time is subject to very much criticism and stands to get into a lot of hot water sooner or later. I think you must be doing very well with Ronnie but just remember don’t ever let him get the upper hand. He should always know what’s right and when he does something definitely wrong that he has done wrong before then it’s time to do something about it. Just because he’s a cute little boy that all the girls are already going for in a big way, is no reason for him to have everything his way. At least not yet. Page 7. Tell Gladys at the rate it sounds -- she will reach that 135 lbs before I get home even. Let alone in ten years. Maybe with Dick around a few days it will happen damn soon. Well Joyce needs a playmate too I guess. As for Dick sending Gladys so much, more power to him. Everyone else is making all they can out of this Army and war why shouldn’t he? I know damn well after all I’ve seen pulled over here. I am just very sorry I am not in such a favorable position. However, I did write Dick and asked him to do what he could along those lines for me. I have page 8. never heard from him since. However, since he suggested it first, I imagine maybe he did do a little bit -- maybe. As for his brother being a S/sgt now, that’s the breaks of the Army. Once you get assigned to a outfit and are just a little bit lucky, you are in.. However, I still have a stinking idea that Les may be in for more than he expects. A S/sgt in combat is only a squad leader which is the world’s worst job if you are a rifleman in the front lines. Well for his family’s sake I hope he is never sent to the CBI. My poker continues to be in the upgrade and I am sending you fifty page 9 dollars. However can’t get the money order until tomorrow, so it will be in the next letter. Your pkgs today didn’t contain much in the way of bargaining power, one had the large can of fruit cocktail and your delicious candy. The other had your very nice cookies and soap. The soap is very good and should easily bring a few hundred francs if I ever get out of here. Of course, the candy and cookies didn’t last long here in the ward. It was very good. Thanks very much for all of it. Glad you and Gladys got to go downtown. But can’t understand why you are sick so much of late. Seems to me you must be trying page 10 to do a little more than you can take of. Always remember my dear, that there is a tomorrow. And health is about the most important thing on earth. I am anxiously waiting to hear how you and Ronnie came out on your vacation. Certainly you were able to get a little rest and Ronnie didn’t act too badly. Guess he would have to go some to be as bad as four put together so maybe it all turned out alright. I hope so. This is about it for tonight. Keep the letters coming and spend a little of this money I’m sending on yourself for a change. All my love to you both, Daddy. ...

letter from: George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital, Compiegne, France 5 July, 45 These are the two little items I sort of designated and put together all by my own little self just to prove to you and Ronnie that I haven’t been spending all my time here in the hospital playing around. The little coin wristband I thought Ronnie could use to carry his Sunday School money in without worrying about losing it all the time. The bag, purse, or whatever you wish to call that other thing maybe you can use for something. Neither one is much but then they really don’t have much to work with here. The letters are all those I have received from you since coming to the hospital. page 2 Since I plan on sending all those I have home, thought I might as well start with these. Don’t be getting any ideas with them now. The shoes are some I was able to get here in the hospital PX. The champagne cork was one I saved out of some champagne we had a few days before I came in here. I have a few little other odds and ends back in my barracks bag I had planned on sending but that will come later now, I guess. Nothing new today. The doctor hasn’t even been in. The penicillin salve they are now giving me seems the best yet. My face was covered two days ago. Today it is almost clear. Love, Daddy ...

Card from: Alice Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 6th, 1945 Friday (Top page, picture of chickens, rooster, hen, lots of chicks) Honey, you ain’t cheating on me. Greetings from Freeman Lake, Monticello, Indiana. (Back page) Hello, honey. How are you and are you out of the hospital? We, (Jo and I and the kids) went swimming this morning. After lunch we all went golfing with Claude. I’ll bet he loved that. Tonite we went into town for hamburgers and came back and put the kids to bed and read for a while. Uncle Claude is Ronnie’s favorite here and he won’t let anyone else near him. I’ve still not had a letter from you. Love, Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 7 July 1945, Saturday 11 PM. This is the new French money and it is worth three dollars. GWS. My Dear Alice and Ronnie, Just walked out of the most profitable poker game I have ever played in to write this letter. So now you must know how you rate. Otherwise today has been very unexciting. The Major, who only looks at us once in a while, was in this morning. This makes the third time he has seen me. Said I was much improved, but recommended a new salve. So I’m off again. I really am much better and unquestionably I will be out next week, I think. After four weeks I guess even you must think I have loafed page 2 long enough. This after noon saw a fair French-USO show, and tonight a pretty good murder mystery with Joel McCrea. After that, the usual poker game until just a few minutes ago, which has made me some fifty dollars richer for the day. However, I lost about $15 last nite so, I am really not fifty dollars ahead. I am enclosing sixty dollars, which has accumulated in the last three weeks, and tomorrow will send another fifty dollars. Once I send it home, I can’t lose it. So, I guess that is the best policy. I sent you a box yesterday with a short letter enclosed in the little article I made Page 3. for you. Also, Ronnie’s little gift is inside yours. Plus some of your letters I have received here at the hospital. I have no place for them here and since I am going to send all I have home I thought this a good time to get started. Don’t be destroying them. In the French show this after noon they had a fair five piece orchestra, two girl dancers, a very cute girl who couldn’t sing but she didn’t have to and a couple more. As a rule the French shows are pretty corny. This was just slightly better than most I have seen. We still have the ward Page 4 filled up here now and quite a few of the boys have plenty points to get out. It seems before they embark for home they give them a fast physical and that’s where so much of the skin trouble is showing up. Those boys are griping plenty but it does no good. They stay until they are cured -- or at least nearly so. There is absolutely nothing new about when I’m going home. Naturally I don’t hear much while in the hospital but then it is so close to camp that we do get an occassional rumor. It’s still sometime in Sept. according to the best rumor page 5 todate. Oh yes, I forgot, I played ping pong for about an hour this morning and got beat every game. My old [opponent] has left. This new fellow is pretty tough, or I’m not on to his style yet, or something. Since ping pong is absolutely the only exercise I get now, you can imagine how soft I’m getting. In fact I’ve really had things pretty soft now for the last six months. I really won’t know what it is to work anymore. I hear they are going to start having [reveille] back in camp again. Boy that will really be tough. Getting page 6 up at 5.30 a.m. won’t be fun. I haven’t done that now for a heck of a long time. It seems, now that the war is over here, these armchair generals have to think of something new to make their job look important. Have the reveille. At least, that’s the only reason I know of. We still don’t go to work until 8 a.m. Guess this is about enough of this message for this week. Spend this money on something for yourself for a change. It was all earned through sweating out the right kind of cars so I guess you can afford to get a little something good out of it for yourself. Now all my love to you both and good night, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 7th, 1945 Sat. Nite Darling, Gosh, honey, I’ve got the blues bad tonite. Darn near cried at the table tonite for no good reason. I suppose it’s cause I still haven’t had a letter (except for the June 17th V-mail) in more than 2 weeks, plus being the odd one here in a happy family circle. I guess I’m so envious of Jo and Claude that it’s getting me down. They’ve been grand to me and have done all in their power to make this a nice vacation for Ronnie and me. I was sort of frightened at the thought of being with them for 2 weeks, but all my fears are gone. Josephine is one grand girl and Claude is nice, too, although a big tease at times (just like someone I know). They’ve been trying to dissuade me from paying anything while here, but I just didn’t feel right about page 2 it, so finally talked them into at least paying my share of groceries. I paid $5.00 for groceries this week, plus $5.00 to Claude for our shows etc. Then today I put in $8.00 towards next week’s groceries, which leaves me just $5.00 to spend next week and to buy gas for my journey home. I hope I don’t run out of money. This morning we went out for a boat ride, then drove into town for groceries and bought two live chickens, which Claude killed this afternoon. (Jo and I dressed them, which is a job we both dislike.) We were lucky to get chickens, as they’re pretty scarce. I made a batch of vegetable soup in the pressure cooker for our supper tonite. In all we had soup, tomato-lettuce salad, rolls, coffee and for dessert page 3 we had apricots and bananas with cream. Our water pump went on the blink late this afternoon, so Claude made two trips to Montcello to get it fixed tonite and it’s still not in working order. We’ve had to borrow water from our neighbors ever since. Well, darn, I hope and pray that I hear from you next Monday, as my vacation will be a flop if I don’t get a letter soon. I keep hoping you’ll get home real soon and that your stay in the hospital isn’t because of anything more serious than you told me it is. Goodnite, honey and here’s a real nice kiss and a lot of love from your gal and Ronnie ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 8th, 1945, Schafer Lake Sun. Nite, (?? P.M.) Noteworthy: Mom talks tough. Dearest, Well, here I am, all alone (except for Ronnie, who is sleeping in the bedroom!) for the first time in a week. Certainly seems quiet for a change. I just had a hot bath (out of a wash basin) and feel pretty nice and clean and at peace with the world. The reason we’re here alone is because I had already seen a "Tree grows in Brooklyn", and that’s where Claude, Jo, and the kids are now. I didn’t care to see it again and besides Ronnie hasn’t had a chance to go to bed early for a couple nites, so thought he needed sleep more than seeing this show. He has been taking his afternoon’s naps, but never much more than an hour and a half at a time. He’s been sleeping until 9:00 each morning, however, so guess he hasn’t lost much rest in that. I was out of ink, and as Claude knew I wanted to write letters, he ran all page 2 over the Lake trying to borrow a pen full of ink for me. He finally succeeded (as you see), much to my surprise. I wrote your letter in pencil last night, but I had an awful time of it, as the lead was #3 (hard) and besides it was only a short stub. Right after breakfast this morning Claude went off to play golf and Jo and I were left to clean house, wash the dishes and take care of the brood - as usual. (If you ever go on a vacation with me and leave me with all the work - I’ll leave you for good, and I mean it.) We finally got through working, and I took the kids around the island (in the boat) to do a little swimming, then came back to prepare our chicken dinner before Claude got back. We had as follow: fried chicken (2), potatoes, green beans, tomato and lettuce salad, hot rolls and jelly, and we had intended to have cherries for dessert, but we ate too much of the other, so didn’t. page 3 Claude sure didn’t get much ink in this pen, as it’s running dry, already, We’ve been having a terrific rainstorm ever since 5:00 o’clock and it’s still going strong and it must be close to ten o’clock now. (I have no clock or watch here, so can’t prove it.) I sort of wish they’d come home soon, I am not so fond of being alone in a lake cottage with no way of locking it at either entrance. Then all this rain, thunder and lightning doesn’t help either. (Brrr! its cold, too). Boy, what I wouldn’t give to have you walk in this very minute and put your arms around me and hold me tight. (I’m dreaming, aren’t I?) I get all goose pimples thinking of the thrill. I expect it wouldn’t be very many days, but what we’d be telling one another off just as Claude and Jo do every day. (Just in fun, of course, as page 4 from the things she tells me, and the way he grins at her, and out of a clear sky kisses her once in a while, I know they’re very much in love and one would be lost without the other[)]. It’s pretty tough on me, however, when they even slightly make love in front of me, as it puts tears in my eyes. S’pose I’m just too darn sentimental and Claude looks just too much like you. Oh well, some sweet day, we’ll have our day and perhaps fall in love all over again to make it doubly sweet. At least so I hope - don’t you? I keep wondering if you’re still hospitalized, and how the new x-rays came out. Gosh, what I wouldn’t give to get a letter tomorrow. I’m going to the post office to make sure whether they’re holding any mail there. Good nite, Darling, and I love you - "you big lug." Don’t ask me why I do. Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Ronnie is getting a swell tan and sure is full of pep. ...

Letter from: Alice Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 9, 1945 Monday-Midnight. Noteworthy: Mom engages in long discussion about morals and desparate love. Hello, Darling, Right after breakfast this morning Jo and I drove into Monticello and I stopped at the post office to inquire about my mail. The clerk at first told me "no", he hadn’t seen any, but another cloak interposed with "Why yes, there are some letters for Mrs. S. over there on the shelf, we were about to send them back as we couldn’t locate you." They had been mailed "Spec. Delivery" by Mrs. Page and it seems there’s no such service to the lake and therefore they don’t even bother to deliver them at all. Anyway I got five letters and page 2 and the [they are] dated 17th June V-mail, which Mrs. Page read to me over the phone when I called her from Gladys’ last Sat. (or rather a week ago.) These letters were date[d] June 14, 15, 16, 18, and 21st, which still makes it 2 to 3 weeks for them to get here. I’ve been so worried that it was a big relief to hear from you again after a lapse of 2 weeks (except for one V-mail). Guess Jo and Claude were relieved to hear me stop griping about not getting any mail. Guess they don’t realize how hard it is to be left alone to say nothing about not even knowing if you’re O.K. or not. page 3 Jo is already a little worried about Claude, as he’ll be called again soon and they’re [their] quota of young men is low, so they’ve been drafting men over 30, again there. His partner is overdraft age, and as he can handle the store alone, Claude has no excuse for not going. Your letter on French and English morals did shock me and I had never heard that men and women use the same toilet facilities there. I’m s’prised that you’d go in with a woman, or did they enter after you? It’s no wonder morals are low when women are respected so little over there. I only page 4 wonder how it will affect you fellows after you get home? Not you, particularly, but those who indulge. All in all, it appears to me that of all the countries in Europe concerned, our country has the highest moral code. That is the majority of people here are decent, anyway. Altho it seems our boys are easily led astray when in foreign countries. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do," I s’pose. I’m glad, Darling, that you have the sense to think of our future and not be led astray by page 5 the cheap glamour over there. I think it would kill me if I thought you were misbehaving. As you say, these boys will someday be sorry for their short moments of pleasure, when they pay for it in years of illness, plus coming home unfit to live with their families and fearing to look their wives in the eye. In spite of your health, and skin troubles, Darling, you’re worth a million times more than these fellows who think only of their "self-satisfaction." I’ve had people tell me that the boys in spite of what they’ve done should be forgiven by their wives but I can’t see it, as I can’t page 6 see why men should be excused any more than women in that respect. I for one, would or could not find it in my makeup to live with a man who was untrue. Guess that’s why it took me so long time deciding to marry, as I wanted to be sure my husband felt the same as I did. I guess that’s why I promised to marry George S., as he seemed to think the same as I in that respect, and altho perhaps I wasn’t desperately in love with him, I thought I’d rather marry on the basis of a good friendship and know [that] he’d be true than marry someone I loved, but that was weak in this respect. page 7 But guess I was predestined to meet you and find both love and a man with ideals. The reason I had such a devil of a time deciding to marry you was because he[?] had once told me that if I let him down, he wouldn’t rust another girl and would figure that women are all the same and not to be trusted. I do hope that he did find someone to replace me in his affections, as I still think he’d make a grand guy for someone. Do I sound all mixed up? I hope not! All in all I do appreciate that you are being a good husband and thinking of Ronnie and me when temptation beckons. page 8 Knowing you love us both is enough to keep me on the straight and narrow, plus the fact that I love you very much and Ronnie too. After coming from shopping and reading my letters from you, we all went for a boat ride. Yes, even Claude didn’t golf today, but stayed with us. After supper Jo and I went out boat riding with the kids while Claude took a nap and later Jo and I went for a boat ride by ourselves. Before going to bed we fed the kiddies watermelon and later Jo, Claude and I read and had coffee and crackers. page 9 Right now everyone’s in bed, but me, so guess I’d better get there, too as it must be late. I’m glad you’re getting good food and I don’t mind hearing (or rather reading) the menus, as you deserve all the good food and steaks you get, and as far as for my food problems, I can’t complain. All I’m complaining about is having you thousands of miles away. I’d gladly sacrifice more than food, would it bring you home soon. It irks me when people complain about rationing, no kidding! Well, honey, guess I’ll page 10 close now and say good night until tomorrow. (Note the ink - Jo brought me a large bottle last night while they were in town for the show - wasn’t that sweet of her?) Nighty, night and sweet dreams (about me). I love you, dear and just don’t forget it, even if I do get tough with you at times. Love, Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: PFC George W Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 9 july 45, 9:15 A.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Trying something a little different today. Seems like if I wait until night to write you it’s always somebody wanting to play cards, a show to go to, or something to keep me from writing. This time of the morning is usually the quietest. The Red Cross doesn’t open until ten. The Stars and Stripes don’t come until ten thirty and the Doctor usually comes in about that time too. I’m all washed and shaved and feel pretty good after a fair nite’s sleep. However I look like a ghost. The penicillin salve I have on my face is cream colored and I have it spread on all over my face and back of my neck. That page 2 is [Those are] the only places now that aren’t entirely healed. It’s darn funny before coming in the hospital I hadn’t been bothered with my face breaking out for almost a year just on my body. Now it’s about gone every place else[.] [But] but about a week ago started breaking out on my face. Not bad but bad enough to still keep me in here. I still have a hunch though that I will be released this week. I hope so as I know now that they aren’t going to do any more about finding the cause of the trouble and I might as well get back to work. If I ever get back in the States I will try a hospital again and really buck for results or else. Yesterday, Sunday was just another day in ETO life confined to a hospital. page 3 The weather as usual was warm and very nice. We had the usual tasteless fried chicken for dinner along with mashed potatoes, peas, bread and butter, lettuce and peaches and coffee. None of it too tasty but still better than the average army meal by far. It certainly will be a real pleasure to get to eat some real home cooked food again. I’ve eaten so much tasteless food in the past year that I don’t think I would know now what a real juicy steak would be like. Guess you wouldn’t either from what I can gather of the meat situation back there. We do get plenty of food here and lately quite a bit of beef. That’s probably one reason why you are having to do without a little. There was no mail again pag 4 yesterday. So still don’t know if you are on your vacation or not and if you are, how well you are enjoying yourselves. I remember about this time last year we were rushing around trying to put a lot of enjoyment in a very few days and not succeeding very well. Perhaps the next time we will have a few extra days and I won’t be having a long ocean trip staring me in the face and we will be able to do a little better. Well, due to many interruptions, it is now almost lunch time. Don’t know whether writing in the morning is better or not. There has been the Stars and Stripes to read, five games of ping pong, a couple glasses of coca-cola and am still sweating out page 5 the Doctor’s arrival. I am sending you a copy of today’s S. and S. On the back page is a very good picture of how we do much of our traveling over here. The good ole 40 and 8’s. I have taken too little jaunts by that manner. Both very miserable. One was for three days during last October from Omaha Beach to Le Man’s. The second last Mar. from La Harve to Estampes [Etampes] about thirty miles So. of Paris. That’s when I was with Sgt. Sweeney. Now that’s real traveling in comfort. That’s why I can’t understand why they are doing so much griping about riding in day coaches back in the States. I wonder what they would say if they put whole divisions of men on a freight train and page 6 transported them across the continent in that manner. For food they would have C and K rations. For water either contaminated water to be found all along the route or condensed life [live] stream from the engine. Personally I prefer the water from the engine and drank plenty of it along the hundreds of other G.I.s. Naturally we all had the "GI’s" upon arriving at our destination but that was routine. Gripe yes. But a good soldier is expected to gripe and nothing ever comes of it, especially in the battle zone. I sent a sixty dollar money order in my last letter. Have also made out another one which I will get tomorrow and will send in tomorrow’s letter. Guess it’s a good thing pag 7 I did too as my luck didn’t hold in last nite’s game and I lost a few hundred francs. Now I’m down around fifty dollars on hand again and will play a little more cautious[ly] for the next few days. I can’t allow my capital on hand to get too low or else one really bad night might wipe me out entirely and that wouldn’t be very good, would it? Anyhow one hundred and twenty five dollars is not bad as a poor PFC in the army. So make the most of it. Now it’s really time to go eat. May add a little later on in the day if anything important turns up -- until then. Wes 11:30 P.M. Well here it is nite again. Nothing more of importance today. The Doctor never did show up. page 8 This afternoon I saw a Negro G.I. special service show that was pretty good. The best was a couple, one dressed like a girl, put on a jitterbug and dance act. Tonite have been playing poker. Won three or four hundred francs. Better than losing by far and now another day is over and that brings me just one day closer to home and you and Ronnie. And this brings me to the end of the page and this letter. No mail tonite and that "ain’t good". How is my little Ronnie tonite? Enjoying himself with all his little cousins I hope. Sure wish I were with you. Until then all my love to you both and Goodnite, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 10th, 1945 Tuesday, 8:30 p.m. Dearest Wes, Well, here I am still at Schafer Lake, Ind., playing nursemaid to four wild Indians. Claude and Jo went to another cottage down the road a way to play cards with a couple from Evansville. I was invited to come along but got out of it by saying I know very little about cards. It’s no fun being the odd one in a party, especially when I don’t know these people. Besides, I hated to leave Ronnie with the kids, as even Norma Jean, the eldest, is only 10. Jo says they leave them home page 2 alone when they go into Indianapolis, but to me I think they’re too young. It’s rather cool tonight, so Claude built a fire in the fireplace before he left, but it’s dying out right now. I guess I’ll stay warm for a while anyway. After breakfast Claude left to play golf again and he wasn’t back at dinner time (5:00 P.M.) so we ate without him and went into Monticello for groceries and to inquire for mail at the post office. We had no luck, but guess I should be content with the 5 I got yesterday for a while, at least. I’ll go in again page 3 tomorrow and guess that will be my last trip in for letters until I get home, because Mrs. Page was to save all letters (after today) until I get home. Ronnie is getting as brown as a berry up here and is running around barefoot all day long. I’ve been afraid to let him, since Deedie got a nasty cut on her foot, but as long as Billy goes barefoot he insists he should too. He just follows Billy and Claude around like a shadow. He’s taking quite a shine to "Uncle Claude" and won’t let anyone do a thing for him when he’s around. (Maybe it’s cause he looks like his daddy - could be!.) page 4 We did (Joe and I) take the kids for a boat ride today, but it was cool and I got very little suntan out of it. The food we’re having, consisting of a lot of fried things isn’t doing my complexion much good. And in a way, I’ll be glad when I can get home and eat what I should. I do get an appetite up here and the food is good, so I’ve been eating whether it’s good for me or not. We got 3 chickens (on the hoof) tonight at the farmhouse close by. A bit over 8 pounds for $3.30. Not bad, page 5 but we have to kill, pluck and dress them ourselves, which is the job I dislike but have learned to do, if I want to eat chicken. We haven’t been able to get any meat up here but a dozen wieners in the eleven days we’ve been here. We did have 2 fryers last Sunday for dinner and with the 10 lb cooked ham, 2 lbs. of bacon, and 4 lbs of steak Claude and Joe brought with them, we’ve done very well. In fact a lot better than I have had at home and that’s certain. I haven’t heard a peep out of the bedrooms, so page 6 guess the kitties are all asleep by now. (Just a minute, I guess I’ll go in and cover them up.) I feel like a mother chick with her brood tonight. Well, the fire’s out, so guess I’ll get to bed. Brrr! It’s cold! Could you do something about it if you were here? (Well, at least you could keep the fire going.) As it is I just heated a glass of milk and I’m drinking it and eating some cookies. It’s just a shame you can’t share it with me. Well, good night, darling and lots of love, always, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Will you be able to tell me if and when you are being sent home? ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France [July 10, 1945], Tuesday 6 p.m. Notworthy: Dad gripes about the Army and his rash, doesn’t think he has done well in it. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Finally some mail today. Three letters from you plus an old one enclosed written, last Sept., one from Forest that had been censored so I take it from that that he must be <? destined> for shipment overseas. He mentioned that possibility. I certainly feel sorry for him and his family. Having been through <? no> <? fun> now going through all that, I know what he has to look forward to. However should he be attached to a hospital he will not be in the worst himself[,] just will see some of the results of the worst which at times can be plenty bad. Also a letter from Norma telling of her accident, which she said wasn’t very bad, although she was getting about on crutches. page 2 Your letter told of your trip to the lake and your first evening there. All about Ronnie’s little troubles and accidents. I imagine there will have been many of them in the next two weeks. Just hope that none of them proved to be serious. Certainly hope you haven’t let him or any of the other kids go boat riding without someone along who could swim. One of your letters had Elinor’s letter enclosed. She mentioned something about you seeing her new house but I didn’t read anything about an invitation to spend some time up there. How about that? Also, Mr. Chamberlin’s letter of course was enclosed. Couldn’t make out exactly whether he wanted you to come out there or not. What did you do about it or page 3 going to do? So Murray doesn’t think there is enough money there for him. Too bad - I didn’t know I had asked him. Certainly sounds like Dick is really doing all right by himself and family. It’s damn funny I don’t hear from him. If he has written I know very well they can’t all have become lost. Guess I’ll have to write him again. Especially for some film. However, I have already done that at least twice before without any results as yet. Well the doctor changed medication on me again today. I am now soaking my face in some kind of solution before getting the penicillin spray. This can go on forever and no fooling it’s only my face that is broken out now. page 4 But I know that about [the] time that clears up, it will start someplace else. What burns me up [is] they aren’t making any further effort to find out the source of the trouble. I asked him point blank today for the secod time. He avoided the question and gave me some answer not covering any questions at all. Damn it[,] this makes four weeks I’ve been in here now and absolutely nothing has been done or is being done. Usual Army BS. The fellow who brought my mail over today told me that my boss had asked him to ask me when I thought I would get back. Seems my work is getting so far behind that unless I return soon he is going to have to get someone to replace me. I didn’t enjoy page 5 my job so much but I’d hate like hell the thought ever of having to go through replacement depots again to another job. That’s really a dog’s life. I have never seen it fail though. Just about the time I get settled some place and start getting acquainted with some of the boys[,] I am cut loose for some reason or another. The breaks just have never come my way in the army and [it] is beginning to look like they never will. I guess there must definitely be something wrong with me. If showing my dislike for the army is the trouble then I am one hundred per cent to blame as I have never yet let on to anyone that I care the least for any part of it. Guess it proves one can’t get ahead at page 6 something he has no interest in. That’s a pretty lame excuse for my miserable showing in the last year and a half but it’s the best I can do at the present. Now my dears, there is a show in a couple minutes which I think I’ll run down and see so maybe will add a little more later. Bye Wes 11 P.M. And later - one show and three hours of poker later. Also some twenty dollars richer. If this keeps up why in hell should I ever get out of the hospital - Oh yeah well it’s proven to be a profitable way to pass the long hours. In fact, when I look back[,] the last four page 7 weeks have gone pretty fast. I know I’m always able to find something to do and that’s always a good time killer. I can’t understand why you haven’t been getting more of my mail. It certainly isn’t because I don’t write. It sounded like the Clauds really had a nice cottage. Glad you had plenty of bed rooms. Maybe you really did get some rest. Am certainly glad to hear your headaches are over. Seems to me if you need glasses you would get them. This Sept. letter you had enclosed was really alright. Just think I almost didn’t get that one. Really I’m surprised you sent it back. page 8 That romancing and leaving some little something to show for it is right up my alley. Especially the romancing (as you call it) right now. I could use plenty of that. Well now for a little bad news or bad rumor. My letter bearer today - one of my roommates, said that rumor has it now that the depot will stay here until Dec. That’s only three more months than originally expected but boy what <? big> months they will be. So with that I’m forced to leave you for another day. Good nite now and all my love and "romancing" to you always. And a big hug and kiss for Ronnie. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France Wednesday, 10 p.m., 11 July 1945. My dear Alice and Ronnie, Starting a little earlier tonight as I got tired playing poker and besides, think I’ll try getting to bed a little earlier for a change. I neither won nor lost on my poker endevors [endeavors] so guess that was one reason why it couldn’t hold my interest for the first time in a long while. No, I think the real reason is I’m about fed up with the hospital. I asked the doctor if he didn’t think I could get out this week, and he said maybe Friday. If he does let me out, it won’t be because I’m page 2. cured. I know now for sure that there is nothing I can gain by staying in here. Talked to one fellow here today who has trouble similar to mine. He said he has been in and out of hospitals since Thanksgiving. Has been in this one since March with the exception of two different periods of four or five days each when they discharged him when he got close to the sixty day limit. Guess he has more persistence than I have or has just found a home here one. Anyhow he says he intends to keep coming back. Well, I’ve had enough. Perhaps if I ever get back in the States, I might try again but for now, I’m ready to go Page 3. back to work. Since I’m no worse now than I’ve been for the past three years, I don’t think going back to work will be any harder than usual. Well that’s the news. No mail. I’ve done very little except the usual routine. Even my ping pong game this morning was very sloppy. I suppose by now you are nearing the end of your vacation at the lake and are all rested up. Certainly hope it has all come off well and you both did get some good out of it. I am waiting patiently for my next mail because I’m sure it will contain more of what you have page 4 been doing and how you and my little Ronnie are getting along with all his cousins. Maybe more tomorrow. For now, good night and all my love to you both, Daddy. P.S. I didn’t get the money order today as the P.O. was closed. However, he has my money and I will get the money order tomorrow. Look for it in the next letter. Wes ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: Private George W. Shonkwiler July 13, 1945, Friday, midnight. Hello, honey. Today was the last day of leisure for Jo and I as tomorrow we have to clean the cottage and pack our clothes and so on. It doesn’t seem as though we’ve been here for two weeks, but we have, soI guess I’ll have to go home and take up where I left off. If only you were there waiting for me. I might as well stay dreaming as that would be too good to be true. We didn’t do anything more page two.than usual today. When we finished breakfast, the Baileys, (Mrs. Bailey and two daughters, eleven and fourteen years old), came over and Claude played golf while the rest of us went swimming. Yes, even Ronnie, altho I guess he’ll have to wait until Daddy comes home to teach him how to swim. He sure loves to be out in a boat. After supper tonight, we went to the show again to see Ida Lupinor and Sidney Greenstreet in a cute picture. When we got home, we ate a whole watermelon between the seven of us. page three.After the kids were all tucked in, I read for a while and later Claude and I played double solitaire for a while until I decided it was time for me to drop you a line. Claude said to say hello for him and he said he hoped you’d get home soon as you deserve a break. Well darling, no one wishes that more than I do. And of that, I’m sure. I’m so sleepy right now, I better tuck myself in for the night as we have a lot to do tomorrow. Page four.plus my having to drive over a hundred miles. Good night and please hurry home. We both miss you, so. Love always, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. I meant to send you the enclosed clippings of Mr. Dixon more than a month ago, but lost track of it until tonight when I found it in my stationery box.PPS, Fenger won first place. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compienge, France 13 July 45, Friday 5:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad’s philosopy about poker for money. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Well this is a bad day if one is suspicious. However nothing serious has happened to me yet. In fact, so far it has mostly been good. I received three letters, or rather one letter and the Shafer Lake folder from you and a letter from Al Evers. I called Al yesterday but they told me that his outfit had moved out ten days ago. Today he writes me from Reims, France. It seems they are in a[n] evacuation camp there awaiting shipment to some place. He thinks CBI and so do I. However, in the trip over from St. Augustine in forty and Eights something happened to his back page 2 and he is now in a hospital there. Says he hasn’t told his wife. Well that explains why he hasn’t come over. He sent me these pictures he took there when we were together the two times. Tomorrow I definitely leave the hospital, they say. Thought I would leave today but somebody messed up. I am no better now than I have been at any time in the last two weeks. Could stay if I wanted to but believe I’ll really be better off outside both mentally, physically, and as far as going home is concerned. May be making a mistake but I don’t think so. I’m certainly getting no better in here and I’m afraid I might page 3 lose out in my job back at camp. I don’t wish another session in replacement depots if I can avoid it. I feel confident that once I get back in the States, and think it wise, can get readmitted to a hospital now at any time. Today’s letter was written July 2nd and you were well into your vacation and sounded like things were going pretty well. At least no major accidents yet that you reported. Would certainly hate to have my dream of last night come true. Suppose I’m like an old mother and am doing a certain amount of worrying about you at the moment. I finally got the money order and will enclose it page 4 in this letter. I still have approximately the amount I came in the hospital with so you see I haven’t done too badly. Sometimes I wonder if it is worth it as playing poker for money gets to be a pretty nerve-wracking proposition. I know I would never wish to be a professional gambler. For fun occasionally, yes. Other than that I’ll stick to something a little more sure. The folder you sent shows Shafer Lake as being a pretty nice place. Why underline the ballroom? Guess if you wanted to dance I couldn’t do much about stopping you. Imagine there are a number of old married page 5 Daddies and 4Fs who are always wolfing around. So you shouldn’t have too much trouble getting around should you desire. The lake seems familiar for some reason. I took a trip over that way once about five years ago but can’t remember if that was the lake or not. Anyhow it looks nice. There isn’t much more to add at the present. Suppose after tomorrow I’ll be getting a hot rumor daily to report. In fact heard a very good one today but it’s really a little too hot at least, yet. Just hope for us both that it is true. I’m sure it would make us both very page 6 happy. A rumor, purely though, I’m very much afraid. Now Ronnie, my little boy, how was the trip to the lake? Did you learn how to swim, row a boat and how did you get along with Billy, Norma Jean and Deedie? I hope you were a good little man at all times. All my love to you both now and Good nite. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 15 July 45, Sunday 5:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad’s medical problems in the hospital continues. Dad predicts th progress against Japan. My dear Alice and Ronnie, Taking time out before the show to let you know I am still very much in the damn hospital, much to my disgust. I was supposed to leave last Friday, but didn’t. Then the date was again set for today. Last night a lump began to appear beneath my chin - like the ones on my head. This morning when the doctor arrived, it was quite large and he said I couldn’t leave. So here I sit, for God only knows how long, with a triple chin and a sore face. Besides that the damn stuff is coming back on my legs again. These past page 2 five weeks have now definitely been for nothing. It certainly is discouraging, I’ll tell you that. Yesterday I received a package from you mailed June 15th. Everything was in excellent condition. One bag of caramels just about made it around the ward. That makes three five-pound packages since coming to the hospital and I received one the day before I came in. I’d say you are doing right well. The only trouble now is that I have no way to dispose of all my worldly goods and they are piling up on me. Well looks like my poker is over for a while. The poker page 3 players have now dwindled down to four, and after a couple of bad sessions myself, I am pretty low. So until I can recuperate, I am afraid that there won’t be much for me. I am certainly glad I sent you that one hundred and twenty-five dollars. Had a hunch my good luck wouldn’t last forever. That or I’ll run up against some one better than I. One or another of the two has happened. Have been wanting to send something to some of my nieces and nephews, so now that poker won’t be taking up so much of my time, maybe I’ll try to make some of them something. Ddidn’t write you last nite because I figured by tonite I’d page 4 be back out in the world again and have lots to tell you. Well now you know. I know nothing and I’m still not out in the big wide world again - yet. According to the Doctor, this swelling is the same as the two on the back of my head. They are both gone now. It seems there is a gland under my chin and the infection has now settled there. Probably because of my face breaking out. It feels like a small hard ball there about the size of a marble. That’s besides the swelling of course. They took another blood test today but I don’t know what good that is or what it showed. Well I guess by now your vacation is all over and by now you are safe back page 5 home. Certainly hope you are safe and did have a good time. No letters for two days now so I still don’t know much about what all you did while at the lake. Perhaps I’ll get some mail tomorrow. I’ve not proven to be much of a prophet as far as this war is concerned[,] but it’s beginning to look to me like Japan is due for an invasion by our troops on their island within the next 30 days. Unquestionably the invasion will be successful because we won’t make it until we are sure to succeed. Six months to clear up Japan proper. And then if they don’t give up entirely after that, another six months for Manchuria and the rest of China. In other words, at the worst, one more page 6 year and we will see the complete end of Japan. If we are lucky - six months. It looks to me like our air power will so soften Japan up that our infantry will be be able to overcome anything they might have to throw against us. I hope so. 10 P.M After the fair show, a Dr. Kildare picture, and a couple hours of Pinochle, I’m writing this between games while the others are having a cup of coffee. Bye for now and all my love to you both always, Daddy ...

V-mail from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 16, 1945 Monday Darling, I’ve done very little today except just to recuperate after my vacation. I did manage to go up on the Avenue to pay the electric, gas, and telephone bills, however, as I’ve been unable to get meat, Ronnie and I ate our dinner at Ford and Hopkins Drugstore. We had Swiss steak, (very small piece) mashed potatoes, corn, tomatoes, soup, and layer cake, and iced tea, all for 65 cents each, which isn’t bad. Tonight the Pages were home and Ronnie asleep, they suggested I go to a show, so I did. I saw a picture National Barn Dance, and Practically Yours, with F. MacMurray , Claudette Colbert, which was silly, but still very funny & I had a lot of laughs. I’m going to take my car down tomorrow to get it fixed up at Packard. I hope it won’t cost too much. Maybe I can pay it in payments. I guess I’ll take a ride out to Glen Ellen when I get the car back. I’ve given up the idea of selling and going there, as in his letters he keeps saying it’s impossible to find living quarters there. Besides, I keep hoping you’ll be home this Fall to take care of things yourself. Good night honey and take care of yourself. Love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 16 July 45, Mon 8 P.M. Noteworthy: Trinity A-bomb day. Dad confronts the doctor about his 5 weeks hospital stay for his skin condition. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Just back from seeing a movie about WACs, "Keep your Powder Dry." Not too bad but all I have to say is, the only good looking WAC or any WACs close to me, I have ever seen so far has been in the movies. And once more Hollywood has succeeded in glorifying WACs, war, and so on, all out of proportion to what it is really like. I think we and the whole world would be a little better off if they would stick a little closer to actual facts, when it comes to making movies that are seen by millions of people who have no other means of determining the real conditions under which the men and women who fight the war have to live, work, and fight under. page 2 Right now I’m sitting here at a table in the ward writing you with my right hand and soaking my face with my left. You see before they spray the penicillin on, the parts sprayed have to be soaked with hot water and some solution that makes the water red. That goes on for about a half hour three times a day. However, after tomorrow anything can happen now. The Major was in to see me today. And I got inquisitive. During our conversation I tried to pin him down as to really what was wrong with me. I wasn’t having much success until I politely told him that I had been in here five weeks now and I figured I was worse now than I was when I came in. Anyhow, somewhere along the line he must have page 3 decided that I really was in earnest. He ordered the captain to give me the works tomorrow - some kind of glucose interval test. It starts at 6 A.M. and goes on all day. Six shots of something. Blood tests every half hour, also urine analysis ever so often and a lot of distilled water and so on and on. Apparently it’s something a little out of the usual here as the ward boy is all a flutter over it. The Doctor said after this test he felt sure he would know the trouble. So now that’s that. As of tonite, my face is still very much broken out and I have about six chins instead of my usual one and a half. Slightly painful but nothing at all to prevent me from following my usual hospital routine of cards, ping pong, page 4 reading, and eating regularly. I am sure there isn’t <nothing> for you to get worried about as I had this trouble for so long now that it has become second nature to me. Personally, I’m still firmly convinced in my own mind that my whole trouble is a nervous one. One, that only civilian life and a good long rest under normal conditions will cure. Well my dears, no mail again today so nothing new from your end and very little else from my end. Perhaps in a couple of days I’ll be able to tell you a little more. One thing I know I’m due to be in the hospital a while yet it appears. So until next time. Bye now and all my love to you both, Daddy. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 17 July 1945, Tuesday, 5:45 P.M. Noteworthy: Guys tell Dad their married lives have trouble. [P.S.] I’m enclosing some more foreign money I’ve picked up, GWS. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Two very nice letters today, July 10th and 11th, and not bad service for a change. But can’t imagine where all those are in between. Anyhow, they have helped me over a rather rough day. They awakened me this morning at six for a urine sample and about 10 cc’s of blood. That happened again at seven thirty - eight - nine and ten o’clock. The ward boy who stuck the needle in my arm didn’t know much about it besides being very nervous[,] consequently, about every time he missed the vein and had to poke at it two or three times. At seven this morning they gave me a glass of distilled water mixed with glucose. It was sickeningly sweet. I very near lost it all. Well it’s all over now and by tomorrow or the next day should know if that showed anything. My face is page 2 a little better tonite but the lump is still very much beneath my skin. Certainly glad to hear you apparently are or were getting along very well at the lake. Sounds like Ronnie really must have enjoyed it anyhow. I’m glad you never went away and left him alone with the other kids. Seems to me, with water so close and none of them knowing how to swim leaving kids by themselves very long would be pretty dangerous. Well no doubt you are back home now and back to the drudgery of city life. Must really be tough. Did I tell you there was a fellow in this ward from the North side of Chicago[,] also another one who formerly lived in the South side. His mother now lives at 112th and Church St. Name is Van <? Bias>. page 3 We play a lot of cards together and the North side fellow is the ping pong player I told you about who beats me regularly and still does. I do win a game once in a while now. So you were slightly surprised about my remarks concerning the French or foreign women and others. Guess I could probably tell you a lot of the things that would shock you but what’s the use. There isn’t much anyone can do now and when we all get home then even we won’t give a damn anymore. Anyhow I’m glad you do appreciate the fact that I am one of the few who tries to behave himself. Now, as for knowing when I will come home, I have no idea. Don’t be getting any ideas. In the first place, I’m still apparently a long way from page 4 going home yet and when I do it’s about a thousand to one shot that you could ever see me before I arrived right in Chicago so don’t try. From what I read seems like a lot of people go to N.Y. in the hopes of seeing the returning soldier and never get a chance. Consequently the extra travel is making it tough on those very soldiers who are trying to get home to see them. However if I get a chance, I will let you know if and when I know definitely that I am coming. At fact, don’t count count on it being very soon. Maybe in four to six months if I’m lucky. I realize that isn’t very encouraging but then right now nothing over here seems any too encouraging to me right now. Perhaps tomorrow things will be different but I doubt it. page 5 That is the trouble with Army life. You never know from one day to the next what they are going to do with you and you most certainly can never make any plans. And that’s just one of the troubles with the army, as far as I’m concerned. There are many others. I’m sorry to hear that there is a chance that Claude might still have to go into the army. I really don’t think he will myself. If he should have to go though, [I] think the war is too near the end for him ever to see combat - I hope. One of your letters today contain your remarks about you, this other guy, and myself. I have nothing to page 6 say. For Ronnie’s sake, yours and mine, I certainly hope time will prove that neither of us made a mistake. Todate, I am very satisfied. And for my part, I am sure that thirty, fourty, and maybe even fifty years from now, I’ll be able to say the same. One of the boys here in the ward is now playing a guitar and yodeling. Not too bad either. The funny part of it - today he told me something about his married life - which isn’t too pleasant as are others that have let off steam to me at different times. It seems all the cheating isn’t on this side of the ocean. Well my dears[,] the pinochle players are telling me that I’ve written enough for one day. Besides, I’m out of paper again. So now all my love to you and Ronnie, Daddy. Additional page. This is Belgium and German money. The one and five and ten mark pieces is our invasion money. We have set the value of a mark at ten cents. Actually in Germany it is worth much more. At one time as high as fourty seven cents. The Belgian franc is worth a little more than the French franc. I’m not familiar with the <? Latzeberg> franc. It’s a form of German currency. This is all good money. My little French friend gave me the German stamp. I sent one to Forrest also. Wes ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France <17> [18] July 45, Wed 9 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie, This is a little unusual for me to be writing at this hour as I’m usually very deep in a game of some kind about this time. Did get back in the poker game this evening and I’m now some thirty dollars richer but the game broke up because there were only four of us and one of the fellows went broke. I was just as glad as I was getting tired, and it’s no use playing if you don’t feel right. Well they got the report back from the glucose test this morning and the doctor said it showed absolutely nothing wrong. So we are back where we started. The page 2 Major was in and he admitted that he did not know what my trouble is. At my suggestion he admitted that it might be nervous trouble. He said if that was the trouble there was no use fooling me, he could give me some pills to help but it would not change my nervous condition. They had started giving me vitamin pills a couple days ago. I told him they were making my stomach burn, which they were so now he has suggested me stop taking my powders and he’s giving me something for my stomach. I’m also still getting some stuff for my face. There it stands! I haven’t the slightest idea what happens from here. My face is still very much broken out and the lump beneath my chin page 3 is present. So now that’s the complete story todate. I am between many problems here it seems beside my skin trouble. I think if I <? bucked> hard enough I could stay in the hospital for some time. On the other hand one of the boys came in to-nite and said they were starting sending class 4D men home. That’s my classification. On the other hand, this hospital is breaking up Aug 15th. If I’m still here by then I will have been in sixty days by then and some say that any patient staying sixty days go[es] home. I don’t know what to do. If I stay here probably along about the fifty day they would discharge me. Then maybe page 4 by staying in here, if they do start sending the 4D men in my outfit home, I would miss out on that. Nice, isn’t it? No wonder I’m a nervous wreck. Anyhow they say I’m missing a lot of hot weather in hot OD uniforms. In here we run around in only pajamas and it’s not so bad. Outside with OD uniforms it’s plenty hot. That’s nice too, huh? Well, time will tell. No doubt some day it will all work out for the best. Right now I’m very much interested in getting this skin business cleared up a little. So, Ronnie my little boy, I haven’t said much about you for a long time now have I? How did you like the little present Daddy made for you or have you received it yet? page 5 And did you have a good time with <? Mainnie> Uncle Claude and all your little cousins at the lake? I hope you did and I hope you were a good boy too. What are you and Bobby doing these nice summer days to keep out of mischief? You know your daddy has been shut up here in this hospital for five weeks now. No place to go and nothing much to do. How would you like that? I don’t either. You tell Bobby and all your other little playmates I said hello and for all of you to be good. Now run out over and give mommy a page 6 big hug and kiss for Daddy, and tell her I’ll be there to do it myself some of these days maybe. No mail today so nothing new from your end of the line. And that’s about it for today. All my love to you both and keep hoping - someday something good might happen yet. Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 18, 1945 Wed. 10:00 P.M. Noteworthy: Mom obsess over a neighbors complaint. Hello, darling, Believe it or not I got a letter today from my sweetheart. It was dated July 7th. You again mentioned you might be home in Sept. You really got my dreams hitched to a star now, and I hope for once that your guess is right. I also had a letter, (which I’m enclosing) from Mrs. Sweeney and it seems Don thinks he’ll be home in Sept. too. I took the car down to Packard today, but Ed said he couldn’t take it until next week and if Mrs. Sweeney comes in then, I’ll want to use it, so guess I’ll have to wait another week to shine it up. The chrome strip on the running board came off up at the lake, so we’ll have to replace it, plus a dent in the rear fender and retouch some rust spots, etc. Also the one of the rear bumper clamps page 2 is bent. They said it isn’t in half as bad shape as last spring (a year ago), so guess I haven’t been so hard on the car after all. (I’d better knock on wood, as whenever I brag, something happens). I meant to iron today, but got sidetracked because Mrs. Dixon asked me to take her to the grocery, as their tires are being recapped and this afternoon I went to Packard, and up on the Avenue with Ronnie. We also ate our dinner while there. We had soup, beef stew, potatoes, coffee (and milk) and Jell-O, all for a sum total of 72 cents (plus 10 cents tip) - (am I generous!) When we got home, the Hayes stopped in and I walked back to their house with them. They gave me the two prints of Ronnie and I, which they took on their camera, to send page 3 to you. I really should ask them to dinner, soon, as I owe them one. All in all, I guess they’re pretty nice to me, after all. They celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary this week, or am I crazy? Maybe it’s only their 15th - you got me, I’m sure I didn’t know! How do you like the enclosed pictures? Nice, aren’t they? You can’t say I haven’t kept pictures of Ronnie coming your way. Thru pictures perhaps you can keep up with his growth, and it won’t be such a shock when you see what a big boy he’s become. And also, in respect to my aging, of course the pictures flatter me, as I am really very old and wrinkled by now and will look even worse if I have to worry much more about that husband of mine. oage 4 I just talked to Frances Evers on the phone, and she told me that Al is in a hospital near Reims. He was carrying his barracks bags when all of a sudden he got sharp pains in his back and fell down and had to be carried to the hospital. He entered the hospital July 5th. All of their equipment has been sent and to "no one knows where" and his buddies are now getting physicals and Al is pretty worried that they might be sent for 30-day furloughs in the States and being hospitalized he’ll miss the boat. That would be tough. He said in a letter to Frances that he’d lost your address and was going to try to call you, if possible. Did he? Did I ever tell you that Murphy’s eldest daughter and husband sold their home at a $2,000 profit? Their name is Burton, I believe. They page 5 sold out to move to Tennessee. Edith thought you’d be interested as you had sold it to them and they also wanted you to know, as they were very pleased at the profit. I ordered a steel gym set for Ronnie. It has the two swings and a trapeze and a ladder. The teeter totter is separate, and costs $10.95, but I’ll get that later if the rest goes over with Ronnie? You see I got your $60.00 money order and altho you said it was for me, I spent part of it for him. The rest I haven’t decided as yet how to spend, altho I need a permanent and that will be $10.00. You mentioned you were sending another $50.00, but I haven’t rec’d it as yet, but guess the car repairs will take care of it. I paid $4.83 for Metro. Insurance today page 6 and owe $8.16 premium on my insurance and am waiting for the auto insurance to send their bill. I paid $2.00 to Jack Waters to repair the upstairs toilet, too, plus spending about $30.00 on our vacation. Don’t I sound like a spendthrift, - oh me! It sure goes thru my fingers like water, but it’s all for very necessary bills, etc. as you see. Well, as long as I can keep them paid I won’t feel too badly, because I don’t want you to come back and face a stack of unpaid bills. We’re really doing well not to spend any of our savings while you’re away I think. How is your little French girl doing? When I send you another box, if I remember I’ll enclose something for her, as I don’t s’pose those kiddes have too many clothes or toys at present. Or perhaps she’d prefer candy. page 7 The Metropolitan man who was here today was Mr. Wallis (who lives on 111th and Emerald and has a son in service - So. Pacific) and he said to tell you, "hello" and wished you luck. He mentioned that he’s been in a hospital recently with a skin infection and been treated with sulfa, etc. He said he found that by taking Milk of Magnesia internally it eased his burning sensation in stomach and he also puts Milk of Magnesia on the skin when it breaks out. He said it’s the best relief he’s had so far. He said to tell you to try it anyway. He said his son hasn’t been home for over a year. Mr. Wallis is certainly a handsome man in spite of his white hair, and he seems rather nice too. Mrs. Dixon and I were standing by the car in front of our house page 8 today and Ronnie and Bobby were marching with a flag like soldiers and humming the Air Corps song right in front of the house too, when all of a sudden, Mr. Futton (next door) popped his head out of an upstairs window and told them to stop the noise, as he wanted to sleep. (this was at high noon). I s’pose they’ll call the police when Ronnie gets his swing set, ’cause the kids will probably play in our yard then. It sure is a problem having 3 and 4 yr olds and trying to keep them quiet when they’re just bubbling over with fun and good health. Why does one couple have to spoil the "growing up" or should I say childhood of an entire block? I don’t want any open arguments with them, but gosh it’s hard to dampen the kids’ spirits, too. They’re only young once and the time is all too short. Do I make sense? You know page 9 what I mean, don’t you? After all I don’t complain when they pound on their concert grand piano so loud I can’t even hear my radio, to me the children’s laughing and singing is a sweeter music, but guess that is something they can’t stand. If I thought I’d ever be that intolerant because I was childless, I’d want a half-dozen to guarantee not getting that way. (Don’t hold me to this, however). Do you suppose they can arrest us because the kids play in our own yard? I’ll bet they would if they could. Is it a crime to disturb people’s sleep at noon, just because they’ve become accustomed to sleeping days instead of nights? - could be! Maybe you’ll be home to handle it before long - I hope! I’m sure they wouldn’t get very far page 10 complaining when you[’ve] got the ball games on the air full blast! The Pages were just down for a cup of coffee and doughnuts and have gone to bed by now and I’m still writing. Well, guess I’ll say good nite, now, honey and may God bless you and keep you safe, until you’re safely home again, and may that be very, very soon. With all our love, Mom and Ronnie P.S. Remember I told you that Claude gave me a lot of meat points. Well since I left Chicago, they’ve posted signs in every store that no loose points will be accepted and the butcher and grocer has to tear them out of books himself. There are a lot of counterfeits out and that’s why they’re so strict. I sure get the breaks, don’t I? ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th General Hospital Compiegne, France 19 July 45, 4 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Two letters today - both written before the two I received two days ago and didn’t contain much news besides the fact that you were pretty blue. I guess being around a married couple doesn’t help much, does it? I know when I allow myself to think about such things, I get blue too when I see some babe with some man doing the things that normal people do in normal times. Oh well, can’t everyone be happy all the time. Guess our turn will come later. Nothing new on my case today. The doctor didn’t even come around. My face and lump beneath my chin is some better. That’s about all there is to report. page 2 I’m in the Red Cross recreation room, which is a part of the hospital building, writing this while waiting a chance to day to play some ping pong. Played pinochle all morning and poker this afternoon with considerable success. I am now very much back in the running financially. Guess a couple days layoff helped. There is a movie this evening[,] after that if I don’t play more poker will try to finish the small bag I have started for Claudette[,] Norma’s oldest girl. I have not sent any of my relations anything yet - suppose I should send them all something while I’m over here. The trouble is there are so damn many of them and then a couple of page 3 yours too, that I hate to start. I never would finish getting them all some thing if I don’t get out of this hospital soon and back where I can do a little dealing[.] [I]t’s a cinch I won’t be able to send them anything. Guess I should send Claude’s kids something now for sure. Although it seems you paid somewhere near what you cost them. However it was a cheap vacation for you. So everyone should be satisfied. Time to go now - may add more later in the evening. Right now I’m due for a game of ping pong. Wes 10.30 p.m. Well, the movie was fair - a western - page 4 and [I] had moderate success at a few games of poker later. We have to quit at ten now as they won’t let us turn on any lights and it begins to get dark about that time. I am finishing this letter in the ward boy’s office. It’s supposed to be off-limits - but they don’t say much. Beides who wants to go to bed at ten P.M. There are all kinds of rumors out today from every one all the way from going home next month to next December. Personally I’ve given up guessing when I’ll get home, if ever. The ward boy wants his chair so guess I’d better quit for tonight. Glad to hear that you thought Claude and Jo<e> pretty nice. Jo<e> always seemed very nice to me, too. All my love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th General Hospital Compiegne, France 19 July 45, 4 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Two letters today - both written before the two I received two days ago and didn’t contain much news besides the fact that you were pretty blue. I guess being around a married couple doesn’t help much, does it? I know when I allow myself to think about such things, I get blue too when I see some babe with some man doing the things that normal people do in normal times. Oh well, can’t everyone be happy all the time. Guess our turn will come later. Nothing new on my case today. The doctor didn’t even come around. My face and lump beneath my chin is some better. That’s about all there is to report. page 2 I’m in the Red Cross recreation room, which is a part of the hospital building, writing this while waiting a chance to day to play some ping pong. Played pinochle all morning and poker this afternoon with considerable success. I am now very much back in the running financially. Guess a couple days layoff helped. There is a movie this evening[,] after that if I don’t play more poker will try to finish the small bag I have started for Claudette[,] Norma’s oldest girl. I have not sent any of my relations anything yet - suppose I should send them all something while I’m over here. The trouble is there are so damn many of them and then a couple of page 3 yours too, that I hate to start. I never would finish getting them all some thing if I don’t get out of this hospital soon and back where I can do a little dealing[.] [I]t’s a cinch I won’t be able to send them anything. Guess I should send Claude’s kids something now for sure. Although it seems you paid somewhere near what you cost them. However it was a cheap vacation for you. So everyone should be satisfied. Time to go now - may add more later in the evening. Right now I’m due for a game of ping pong. Wes 10.30 p.m. Well, the movie was fair - a western - page 4 and [I] had moderate success at a few games of poker later. We have to quit at ten now as they won’t let us turn on any lights and it begins to get dark about that time. I am finishing this letter in the ward boy’s office. It’s supposed to be off-limits - but they don’t say much. Beides who wants to go to bed at ten P.M. There are all kinds of rumors out today from every one all the way from going home next month to next December. Personally I’ve given up guessing when I’ll get home, if ever. The ward boy wants his chair so guess I’d better quit for tonight. Glad to hear that you thought Claude and Jo<e> pretty nice. Jo<e> always seemed very nice to me, too. All my love, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler July 21, 1945, Saturday night Hello darling, Here ’tis another Saturday night all by myself. Why don’t you come to see me anymore? You’d think that we were mad at each other the way we stay apart. (Gosh, if it were only that, it’s a sure thing I’d make up fast, cause it’s no fun being alone). Well, Ronnie’s gym set arrived today, but it has to be set up with all kinds of screws and bolts. It’s much too heavy for me to do it alone, but perhaps Mr. Page will help me. I had my $10 permanent wave today and it took 5 1/2 hours, so I should look mighty purdy. I s’pose you’d probably say it looks like h---. Mrs. Dixon took care of Ronnie during the afternoon, and he told me he had spaghetti for lunch and that’s one thing he loves, but doesn’t have page 2 very often. I think he likes the idea of the long strings to slurp into his mouth. You’d die laughing to see him. Well perhaps you will soon. There will be so many new things for you to discover about Ronnie. He’s just as cute (only more so) as when you left. Being his Mom, I shouldn’t brag about him, should I? You don’t mind, do you, honey? Well, when I got home from the beauty shop, Ronnie and I had our dinner consisting of liver, mashed potatoes, gravy, buttered peas and carrots, leaf lettuce salad and iced tea and cookies. After putting Ronnie to bed, I ironed until 11:00 p.m. Then the Pages and I had some lemonade, cheese and bread, and cookies. Doesn’t this sound like an exciting Saturday night? Well, with you here, it might have been a nice evening, although I doubt if we’d have spent the evening at home. page 3 Well, good night, honey, and I’ll write more tomorrow, as I’m rather sleepy and it’s now 1:30 a.m. Good night, Mom Sunday, 3:00 p.m. Here ’tis Sunday and it’s very quiet and peaceful here in the backyard. Ronnie’s asleep and I’m lying here in my sun suit getting a little sun and writing you plus listening to my portable radio. I had it repaired several weeks ago. I have it tuned very low, but s’pose the old gal (if she’s home) next door will be out to give me a lecture, although I doubt if she can hear it if she’s minding her own business. After the "broken glass episode" I don’t even care. Do you blame me? Ronnie and Bobby went to Sunday school this morning and when Ronnie came home he said "I slapped Bobby in S.S. again". I gave him a lecture and page 4 he said he was sorry, but what can I do when he comes home and confesses? I asked him if Bobby slapped him and he said "no". He certainly is honest anyway. I’ll bet that S.S. teacher has her hands full with a dozen two and three year olds. I don’t envy her, but again I’ll bet she sees and learns a lot of cute things too. Sunday, 12:00 midnight. For dinner today Ronnie and I had stewed chicken, fried potatoes, creamed asparagus, lettuce and tomato salad, cake and iced tea and milk. Sounds good? It wasn’t bad. Am I being cruel? When Ronnie woke up from his nap, we dressed and went to the state theater by streetcar (gasoline shortage, you know) we saw Brewster’s Millions and Enchanted Cottage. Both pretty good. I remember you mentioned seeing half of Brewster’s Millions. Well the story ended by his getting page 5 rid of the million in 60 days and got the $7,000,000.00. Say that wouldn’t be hard to take, would it? Guess I wouldn’t want that much, however. Well, guess I can’t think of any news other than I still love you and who knows, I probably always will. Believe it or not, I’m gonna bake some cookies for you tomorrow. Are the cookies really and truly okay when they arrive? Good night, darling and lots and lots of love, Mom and Ronnie P.S. I’m enclosing a clipping. This Barwegen’s parents are the folks who moved into Dr. Elliott’s house. They also have a younger son who plays football in the army. Seems they get furloughs every time they page 6 turn around. This kid in the clipping played an all-star game at Pearl Harbor. Just went there for the game and when he got home, he got a 21 day overseas furlough. Is that justice? Mr. Wallace, when he was here sure was mad about it, as his son has been in the S. Pacific for a long time without a furlough. Honey, if you had only played football instead of track. Did I tell you I had the gas furnace turned off? Now, I hope my summer gas bills will go down a little. Not much, I s’pose. I’m going to scout around today to see if I can corner someone to put up Ronnie’s gym set. Bye, now, and I hope you are feeling better. By the way I’ve learned that chocolate can cause migraine headaches. Since I cut it out, my headaches left, and it is a relief. Love, always, Mom. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 21 July 45 Saturday 6 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Still very much in the hospital and nothing much new to report. My face is considerably better today, as is the lump under my throat. The doctor was in and looked at me but said nothing. Did I tell you that he has prescribed Amphogel four times a day for my stomach? Not that my stomach is any worse, but said he thought that would be better for me than the procedures I’ve been taking - me - I’m willing to try anything. Still have no idea what they are going to do with me or how soon I’ll be getting out. I’m just hoping that whatever they do with me will be for the best. After today’s rumors, page 2 and it’s claimed they are not rumors, I don’t much care what they do. A couple of the boys came up to see me today. One of them was the one who mimeographs all the orders and usually has the straight dope a couple three days ahead of anyone else. He says the 16th depot has been placed in category four and is scheduled for deactivation here in France. And that isn’t good. It would mean instead of the personnel in the Depot or HQ Co. going back to the States as a unit[,] it would be disbanded here and the men would be sent all over to other outfits wherever needed. Of course yesterday I heard from not such an authorative source, that all 4D men would be sent home by Sept. 1st. I am in classification 4D, so now you see how really page 3 mixed up one can get by listening to rumored facts??, and more rumors. Anyhow you know the latest. All I know for sure is that physically I am no closer to home than I was six months ago. I hope I can say something better will [happen] within another six months. Yesterday I took up a new sport - Badminton. I have played it once or twice before but I am far from expert. It is similar to tennis - in fact a ladies tennis game I would say - but still stiff enough for me in my present poor physical condition. That with my usual games of ping pong, shuffle board and poker continues to keep me pretty well occupied. page 4 Yesterday I had very good success at poker but today so far I have Lost it all so that’s a lot of for pleasure only - on someone else’s money - still. Saw a pretty good GI show yesterday afternoon. They had a real good band and a couple good specialties. If I had stayed with the 11th Special Services Platoon[,] that’s what I’d be doing now. Might have been alright at that. They get to see a lot of Europe. However that kind of personnel making up those shows is not exactly what I would call the best in the world. And morally I know I’m far better off away from there. Received Dad’s Christmas pkg today. It had been rewrapped. Wasn’t much I could use in it but they tried which pae 5 makes it worthwhile. Everything was still in good condition. The pkg was the only mail I have received since your two letters three days ago. From that you know I have had no news from you since you were halfway through your vacation at the lake. will be somewhat relieved when I hear that you both are safely back home. There was a show tonight but I had already seen it plus the fact that it is so very warm so I didn’t feel like sitting through it again. Our theater here is a small tent on the hospital grounds and it really gets warm in there when the sides are down. Right now I practically have the ward to myself. page 6 and it does sound very peaceful. As of tomorrow, I will be the oldest man in the ward. The fellow who came in a couple days ahead of me is being sent back to duty tomorrow. I’m rapidly beginning to feel like this place is my home. Three more days and it will be a full six weeks. That’s really being shut up in one place for a long time. Well my dears, I can’t think of much more of nothings to write about so guess it’s time I told you once more that I still love you and miss you both very much. And regardless of the present turmoil and confusion I guess, without much doubt, I will be seeing you again some of these days. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 22 July 45, Sun 10 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Another week is over and another week nearer to something - whatever is going to be. Nothing new concerning my status. I was able to get out on a three hour pass this evening - my first time out of here in six weeks. Didn’t do anything. Spent most of the time at the PX eating ice cream. They are serving real good ice cream there now and I only had four servings. A double dip each time. Then a canteen cup of beer to top it off. There has [have] been many changes. The place really looks like a city of tents now in the park just page 2 behind where I stay and used to work. There are thousands of them each holding about ten to twelve men. And the damn place is lousy with soldiers. The town is [a]flood with <kaki> [khaki]. Even our room has changed. There is only one of the original bunch left who were there D-Day. Two of them have been transported into H.Q. Co., one has been dropped and shipped back to a depot - the Rockford boy; One - Sgt. Johnson, the boy here in the hospital left for the States this morning for an operation on his knee, the rest are all new and we have a room full - ten men. There are men going everywhere from here. Germany and occupation[,] CBI[,] States and then to CBI and some going home. Of course there are rumors galore and now I’m more confused than ever. It’s now anywhere page 3 fom Sept. to next June to the CBI direct. No doubt some of it will be true for all of us. As for me myself - I know nothing, I don’t even know if I’m ever going to be discharged from the hospital. If they insist on me having entirely healed before letting me go then I know it will be a long time. One thing for sure the coming two weeks will tell because at the end of that time I will have been here 60 days, and that’s the limit. I stopped in to see my <? Frindi> family a while. She and her little daughter and son came over here to see me last week she said, but they wouldn’t let them in. I don’t know why. Anyhow they were glad to see me and I was able to page 4 renew our business transactions. Although <I> [it] had very little to do anything with with me. The fellow from Chicago went out with me. His outfit is here now and he went over to see some of his buddies. Had very little success as most of them have already left. I think we walked five miles. And after six weeks of doing nothing here it really told on me. I’m really pretty soft. I knew it when I went to put on my clothes. Guess I’ve put on a little weight too. It really felt nice getting out for a change and I think I’ll do it again if they will allow me to go. Since I’m no worse now than I’ve been for three years I see no reason why I shouldn’t. There has been no mail now page 5 for four days. You see I’m still patiently waiting to hear if you are home safe or not. Now about your trip to Paw Paw Lake. Are you going up there,too? Or has Elinor ever asked you? If you get a chance you might as well go. Sometimes I wonder very much if I’ll be home before next year. Tonite I’m very pessimistic about an early return to the States. Guess the best way is to just not to think about it at all. Then there can be no disappointment. As it is now it’s all bad. Well, it’s now past time for my bedtime[,] besides the ward boy wants his chair here in his office so guess I’d better scram. page 6 Do you know anything about Dick? I haven’t heard from him or Gladys. Have not the slightest idea where he is. Al Evers either. How’s my little Ronnie tonite? And have you received the package I sent you yet? Be a good boy now and all my love to you both. Lots Of love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler 68th Station Hospital Compiegne, France 23 July, 45, 10 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad contemplates a partnership after the war. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Three nice letters today plus two old ones that had been returned to you. One of your letters was written the day after you returned from your vacation and needless to say I was very glad to hear you returned safely and was none the worse for wear. One of the letters had the pictures you sent. Also, one of the three snaps of Ronnie. All very good. I can’t get over how old Ronnie is beginning to look. Guess I really won’t know him should I ever get home. The picture in the Tribune of Dimi Dixon was good and I suppose the Dixons really are proud of his accomplishments. page 2 It looks like I will be released this week, finally. My face is much better and doctor said unless I got worse again he would release me. I’m just as glad as I feel I’ll have just as good a chance back with the outfit, as I ever would have in the hospital. I have given up all hopes of being discharged before the end of the war. Now I just hope I’m back in the States when the end comes. Not very optimistic I’ll admit but then how in hell can one ever be optimistic and still be in the army? Any breaks coming our way will have to come after the war I guess. Perhaps we will yet have plenty of time for those things we now want to do after this is all over. page 3 You didn’t say so but I took it for granted that the <? Fosties> are not in their new home yet. Also that he and Murray are both still at Pullman. I take it you are not exactly sold on either one of them - at least from a business partnership standpoint. Am a bit undecided myself. Some times I think there probably would be far less headaches if I go it alone anyhow. Guess it will all work out some way. A few good breaks at the right time is all I’ll ask. At one time Dick and Claude both said they might be interested in going in with me. If they really are interested I would much prefer them as partners. page 4 Anyhow, I wouldn’t have to worry about trusting them and one or more of them laying down on the job. Suppose Claude is pretty well stuck in Zionsville though. Don’t know about Dick. It’s possible that he too may have other interests by this time. I thought you looked pretty good in one picture. The one with you on the front steps with the kids. Also couldn’t get over how big Joan is. How did Ernie’s sister <? get>? Hope she recovered. You said nothing about receiving any of the money I have sent you since coming to the hospital. Have you received it yet? There should be two money orders mailed within the last six weeks. Looks like that will be all until I get out of here too, as it’s about all I can do page 5 to hold my own these days. Guess I’ve really played too much to remain at top form for so long. I know I need a change of scenery. Well Ronnie, how do you like being back home again and playing with all your old playmates? Guess you seem to be getting along pretty well with that little blonde gal across the alley, aren’t you? Better stay away from the blondes. They will get you in the end. Tell all of your little boy and girl friends hello for your Daddy and I think of all of you lots. Now about the tires. Don’t think I’m exactly in much a position to advise you. Perhaps. page 6 you should ask someone there. According to reports we hear over here[,] you will be able to buy tires some of these days. Anything to that? At any rate you could have two of the worst ones recapped and then see what happens. That probably would prevent you from being without tires altogether. Time for bed now, my dears. Like you I am hoping against hope that I will return sometime this fall. But it is beginning to look like that is very unlikely. If I’m fortunate - maybe by Christmas. Keep hoping - things do change fast. Anything can happen and that’s for sure. I guess we can stand it for a few months more. Anything over here is better than CBI. Now all my love to you both, Daddy. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 25 July 1945, Wednesday 9.30 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, After six weeks I’m finally out of the hospital and it really does feel pretty good. But I have come back to things that are pretty much changed. The depot, that part of it here in Compiegne, or on its out skirts, has grown till this place is really lousy with soldiers. We have eight new men in this room. So far I have not had much opportunity to get acquainted. From the sound of conversation going on, it sounds like most of them are combat men. If so, I think we will get along pretty well. I have found so far that ex-combat men have learned how to get along. So far have heard no new good or bad. Just got out this afternoon by the time I page 2 reported in and stopped in to see the boys a while and walked downtown the afternoon was over. Tonight I was over to my French friends for a while and then to the PX for a cup of beer. Now here I am bringing you up to date. Had a talk with the Major before leaving the hospital. He admitted that they were letting me out without being cured and they still did not know the cause of my trouble. I knew once I got near the sixty day period, they would let me go. He said they were letting me out to see if I wouldn’t be able to get along without hospitalization. If not, then I was to come back and they would try something else. Well, personally I’m going Page 3 to have to get pretty bad before I’ll go back into a hospital over here. My face is pretty well cleared up and the lump under my chin nearly gone but I’m definitely far from one hundred percent well. So, it’s the same old thing all over and I’m just about where I was six weeks ago. The boys I worked with seemed to be glad to see me. We also had a couple more new men there. One man to take Johnson’s place (the boy with the bad <? liver> who has gone home) and an extra fellow. Don’t know what he does yet. There seemed to be plenty of work, but not too much. So things are about the same there apparently. Page 4. It is very warm here in A. D’s and these combat boots that we wear. Right now I’m sitting before our double French windows, which are open wide with very little on writing this. It begins to get dark now at ten pm so I’m straining my eyes a little but we do have lights -- such as they are, which I could turn on, I guess. My last day in the hospital was very profitable so you will be receiving about seventy five dollars more as soon as I can get a money order. That will complete my total winnings while there, two hundred dollars. Haven’t heard from you whether you have received any of it but guess you will. I went over after some Page 5 ice cream this evening but it was too late as they were all sold out. I’ll be sure and get there earlier the next time you can’t count on that. There was still plenty of beer, so that’s why I had a cup full. They claim it’s 4 percent beer and from the number who seems to drink too much in a hurry it must be. One was enough for me. Don’t care for the stuff my self. I’m pretty tired tonite, as you can imagine how little it would take to tire me out after doing nothing for so long. I walked downtown and around a little but there was nothing much I could buy. Was able to page 6 buy some Chanel powder which I will send at my first opportunity. If you like it, let me know. I think I can get you some more. Still no Chanel perfume. I did buy some perfume which the gal claimed was very good. I thought maybe I would send it to Norma or Josephine or someone. I finished the bag for Claudette. It’s just like the one I made for you only I used different lacing and put on a shoulder strap. Thought I never would get it finished. That’s about all for now, my dears. Perhaps in a day or two, I will have some good rumors. Until then all my love to you both, Daddy. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 26 July 45, Thurs. 10 P.M. My Dear Alice and Ronnie, Received a first-rate letter today from a first-rate gal back in the States. A nice long one for a change with a couple three good snapshots enclosed. The letter was nice and the pictures were even nicer. It looks like your vacation did you both a lot of good. I have just come back from making the rounds. Ice cream, Coca-Cola, beer, and a G.I. show, watching some of the crap games and just walking around. The army certainly is doing its best to provide entertainment for the men while they are waiting for shipment elsewhere. There is baseball, track, tennis, volleyball, badminton, and so on. I only get in on the evening doings because during the day I have to work. The evenings do pass without too much effort. They have a stage erected outside the PX and tonight we sat at tables drinking beer and eating ice cream, etc. Not bad at all. I had seen the show, "Watching the Snow", in page 2 the hospital last week but they had added a couple new jokes so it wasn’t too boring. Their music was good. Today was my first back on the job and needless to say it was a long one. Not because of the work so much as the lack of it. With my usual efficiency, I worked like hell this morning to catch up. Then found about 3 P.M. that I had worked too hard and had nothing to do. From 3 to 5 are the longest hours anyhow with nothing to do they were ten times worse. We have plenty of help now so it’s easy to get everything done in short order. That’s a bad sign because sooner or later they are going to start cutting down I think, and that will mean someone goes back to a replacement depot. At that it might be good - maybe they would send us home then. Had quite a surprise today while filing some of our correspondence. Came across some concerning Dan Sweeney. Seems he had applied for a transfer back to the States. It was disapproved however. I learned that he is now in the 16th Depot stationed a few miles out of Compiegne page 3 I called him on the phone but he was out in the field at the time. Will try again in the morning. The battalion he is in is now being processed for shipment direct to the So. Pacific. However since he is cadre there[,] I couldn’t find out if they were sending the cadre along too or not. They leave in a couple of days. Maybe I’ll find out some thing from him tomorrow if I can reach him. He gets around almost as much as I used to. Did Mrs. Swinney visit you in Chicago? Nothing new today. Am really sorry I ever mentioned the possibility of me coming back in Sept. Right now I can’t see much indication of any of us here in the Depot returning then. Probably just before Christmas though. However as far as I know there still is no absolute certainty that I won’t go direct to CBI. For some page 4 reason though something tells me that I won’t get that fate wished on me. I will continue to hope for the best that’s for sure. You will find the balance of my hospital gambling profits enclosed. Don’t know how soon there will be more but I’m still plugging away. All I need is the bargaining power. Don’t send any more coffee, flour, sugar etc. As it’s very bulky and brings very little in the comparison to chocolate, candy, gum and cigarettes, etc. Also no canned fruits. I wrote to Al Evers a couple days ago. Haven’t heard where he is. However think he was a bit optimistic about going to CBI through the States. It’s my understanding from current rumors that many of the gen. hospital go direct. However I really don’t know. And I hope he does get to go back home first should he have to go down there. I thought all the small pictures of you and Ronnie were very good. Also the one of you and Ronnie sitting on the running board of the car. I showed Ronnie’s picture to the German I used to talk with once in a while in our ward in the hospital he said he thought Ronnie was a very intelligent looking child page 5 and that I had a nice fraulein. Thought our home looked nice too. That is what little I was showing. Just before leaving I asked him when he thought he would be allowed to return home. He said he thought in about five years. He has not been home now for over two years. Sure glad I’m not a German even though I’m not home yet myself. Now for your next door neighbors. Sounds like they are about due for a good slice of some one’s mind again. I know I’d like to see them even try to stop Ronnie from singing if I were around there. I’m afraid I’m now in a disposition to tell most anyone off in a big way should they try to cross me too much. Well I’m back to my old habit of shaving just before retiring. That’s so I can sleep later in the morning and since I still have that little chore to do[,] guess I better get at it. page 6 It’s now eleven o’clock and dark out side. A sure sign that summer is well on its way already. That little furlough in the hospital did sort of break up the monotony over here and before we know it yet someday it will be Fall and then early Winter and surely by that time our job in the ETO will be finished and they will send us back. Well keep hoping. I really think I’ll make it home yet in 46. Now all my love to both of you and Ronnie how do you like your new play things in the backyard? Hope you don’t break an arm or something on them. I miss you my dears, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France 28 July 1945 Dear Alice and Ronnie, Things are a little slow at present so will take a little time off to bring you up to date with things. And that doesn’t take much bringing as there really is very little going so no news or anything. We have about two hours a day work in the office. The rest of the time we just put in time. We received a letter today from the fellow who used to work here. The one who got transferred to the States due to his mother being seriously ill. He went home on a Liberty ship (12 days) and is now enjoying a 30-day furlough. Then he will be assigned to some camp 30 miles from home. Not bad is it? I’d say the boy really is getting a break myself. Guess he thinks so too. Also received one letter from you written July 19th after you had had the Pages and Holmes for dinner. I had my records brought up to date this afternoon. I now have a total of 52 points, two battle stars, purple heart and the rest for service overseas and in the States. I had only been credited with one battle star. page 2 Don’t know how much good the extra five points will ever do me as I’m still so far away from the required amount that it isn’t even funny. Oh well, one can never tell. Didn’t write last night for two reasons. I got a chance for a ride out to Dan Sweeney’s camp, so took it. Was out there for a couple hours. It’s about twenty miles from here. He looked good and says he’s been getting along fine. He was very disappointing to know that they are going direct to the Pacific. They had heard it before. But I had made some inquiries here and verified it. I guess that was the last straw. It really is pretty tough as they have been in the ETO for about two years. Did get some indication what might happen to me though. They took all physical class D men out of their outfit and sent them to depots. That looks like a sure sign that I will not go to So. Pacific anyhow. Of course anything can still happen in the Army. So I’m not counting too much on anything. I see what is happening to too many other boys who thought they would at least go through the states. There is nothing new about the 16th Depot that I have heard. page 3 The other reason for not writing was that I actually started a letter just before returning as per my usual custom but along about that time the lights went out for good. That didn’t leave much choice but to retire for the evening. Of course I could have started a little earlier but I had been involved in a poker game during those hours. Very profitable pass time [pastime] too. There were a couple of boys in our room that thought they could take me. I’m afraid I only took one evening to convinced them otherwise. I’ll probably be on the defensive from now on. Right now I am some thirty dollars richer. And if that keeps up, you might still be receiving some more money this summer. I hate to tell you what’s going on here in the office at the present time - in fact, it seems to be a continuous battle about every two seconds. I have to dodge paper balls that are flying all over. We have a half dozen or so young men in here that haven’t grown up yet. And lack of nothing to do tends to make them <lend?> their efforts to kids games of throwing paper balls at each other. So far I haven’t participated but may have to soon in self page 4 defense. I might as well, I guess. I get hit anyway. I guess Americans will be Americans wherever they are. Or boys will be boys. Anyhow, there is never a dull moment here. If it isn’t work, which it usually isn’t, it’s talk about the war, women, going home, and on and on. We do get some pretty good laughs out of some of us. And some pretty hot arguments over which outfit or branch of the service did more to win the war. Naturally the infantry is in the majority and always wins. But I think we do anyhow as it’s been pretty well proven by this time, that it is the doughboys who finally get the decision when it comes to actually making the enemy give up. And I’m very much afraid, regardless of current peace rumors, that an actual invasion of Japan and Manchuria will be necessary before we will be over that hurdle. However, this time I hope the Air Force can do it alone. And quick. Guess we will all know soon. Just now heard that I’m going to be off the next two days and can get a pass to Paris. So looks like I’m Paris bound again. The pass situation has changed considerably here now and I’m lucky to be getting a pass so soon. page 5 We are only allowed to go to Paris three days a week now and pass that around the whole depot means passes don’t come as often as they used to. It seems they are closing up a lot of the hotels in Paris or giving them back to the French so they don’t have the facilities there that they used to have. Guess I’d better close now and get back on the job[,] at least appear like it. So far I have never received any of those clothes you were going to send me. What happened? May add a little later in the evening. Until then, bye now. Wes. 10:45 PM Sat. The day is over and I’ve done very little since 4 PM. In fact nothing at all of importance. I had already seen the show downtown so pressed my clothes a little and readied myself a little in other respects for my trip to Paris in the morning. Did sale [sell] my camera tonight for fourty five dollars. Made five dollars on it. Sold it because it took very poor pictures and now with the money will try to get a better one. If I can’t find one, I have the money which I suppose you can always page 6 use. If you can’t I can. I have a little over one hundred dollars again, which means if I can’t find another camera, you may be getting some more money. I wonder if I shouldn’t stay in the Army. Don’t think I could do so well financially as a civilian. Time to go to bed now so good night and all my love to you both. Has Ronnie’s swing set come yet? I can’t understand the people next door. They really must be a couple of psychos in advanced stage. Daddy ...

telegram from: GEORGE SHONKWILER to: MRS. ALICE SHONKWILER 1945 JUL 29 PM 10 43 OUT OF HOSTIPCAL IN PARIS ON PASS THOUGHT MIGHT LET YOU KNOW I STILL LOVE YOU MISS YOU AND RONNIE VERY MUCH LOVE DADDY GEORGE SHONKWILER ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France, 30 July 45, 9 p.m. My dear Alice and Ronnie, Just finished helping win a softball game and am now at the office waiting my turn for a shower, 516th Co. of which I am a member, played HQ Company, which I am attached <?un> as <?sgned> too, and we trimmed them about 16 to 7. My total contribution was one run. Needless to say, I am looking forward to a few days of stiff, sore muscles after lying around in the hospital for six weeks. They’ve been stiff before, so guess I’ll live through it. Returned from Paris at 5 p.m., had my usual good time while there. Attended three shows, and had a good night’s sleep and sat and watched the soldiers go by from in front of Rainbow Red Cross Corner. There aren’t as many soldiers in Paris now as there were in May but still plenty, and plenty of varieties including nationalities. In fact now I think I’ve seen soldiers from all over the world, even some from Argentina on this trip. Think I’ve spent more money this trip than ever before, as I bought another, much better camera. (still #120 film), and some perfume. Will send it to you real page 2 soon now. It’s very good perfume. Thought you might take your choice then give one each to Martha and Marge. That will probably be the extent of my gifts to them, as I have just about decided to try and send something to the family. Because I know I can’t send to one without sending to all. Do you suppose a bottle of perfume would do for your family too? Perfume seems to be about the only thing they have in abundance here. Good perfume is expensive as hell, but it’s ever more so back home, I’m told. And perhaps the foreign flavor will go over with most of them. My skin is already acting up again. I have one spot on my right elbow that is infected and feels like another where I sit down. I can’t figure out why it gets infected so easily now, unless my condition is such that I have very little resistance to infections or that this damn country, is so full of infection that it’s almost impossible to have trouble of any kind without getting infection. Well I’m going to wait this time and see what happens before I take a chance on having to spend six weeks more in a hospital just to be released again, partially cured. Besides there are some pretty persistent rumors page 3 out that would be mighty nice indeed if they turn out to be true. Guess I should know something pretty definite in the next three or four weeks. Sent you a cablegram while in Paris. No doubt you know all about that by this time. Am sending the package in the next few days. That along with the telegram, it’s beginning to look like will be about all I can do for you this year for our anniversary. I’ll try and save up all my energy for that time, when and if it ever arrives, that usually goes along with celebrating a wedding anniversary. Guess we really haven’t had much opportunity yet to do much celebrating, have we? Oh well, this can’t go on forever. For some reason, tonight I feel pretty optimistic about the future. No reason especially just one of those feelings. Make the most of it for probably in a day or two I’ll hear something that will take the foundation right out from under me. You mentioned in your letter today that you were going to Glen Ellyn to see Mr. Chamberlin, what happened? I don’t know if you have visions of going to California, Oregon, or someplace else to settle down after page 4 the war or not. But if you have rather think you should forget about it because Chicago weather is damp enough for my sinus trouble. From what I hear about California, Oregon, and some others of those states, it’s practically dripping there all the time. That would never do. However, guess there isn’t much use crossing that bridge until we get to it. Right now, getting out of the army is the bridge I’ve got to cross. And it still looks like it’s going to be a long one. Oh yes, there was a letter and a V-letter waiting for me when I return today. Mailed July 23rd, written July 21st. Even at that, not bad service. Still a lot of letters missing, but one once in a while keeps me pretty well informed. Well, it’s now ten thirty. I’ve had my shower and am back in my room. Time for shaving and then to bed. The room is very quiet as most of the boys went on a boat cruise on the Seine River. I couldn’t go on account of playing baseball. There will be more, I guess. Now, all my love to you both and keep your fingers crossed. I’ll make it yet someday. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 31 July 45, 10:30 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Just to let you know, while I am waiting for the water to heat to shave with[,] that I’m still thinking of you once in a while. No mail today and nothing new of any consequence. Saw a pretty good show tonight - Barbara Stanwyck in "My Reputation." I was somewhat in the same situation as she was which you will see should you see the picture. A little surprising too how my situation seemed to pretty well work out as she worked out hers. Storybook endings you might say <? wells> hers didn’t end, that is in the picture, and ours seemed to be held up a little bit, too. But there will come a day I feel sure. On my way back from the show I stopped in at the hospital to see my friend from Chicago but he was out on pass, showed the page 2 ward boy my new skin trouble and he prophesied that I would be back soon. But I think he is in for a surprise as I have no intentions of going back unless it is absolutely necessary. Right now I’m keeping my fingers crossed. It’s been very nice here today not too hot and tonite cool enough for blankets. In fact there has [have] been no nites here yet that we haven’t had to have at least one blanket over us. Even in summertime in France one needs someone to help keep him warm. I learned today that there are only five ahead of me on the list for furloughs to Southern France. Looks like I may be going down there before too long. That shouldn’t be too bad. Well my dears will try to do better tomorrow nite. Right now I am ready for a quiet shave and off to bed. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 2 Aug. 45, Thurs. 4 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad continues to have skin trouble. Dad compares German recovery to that of France. Dear Alice and Ronnie, A little slow at the moment, so will start this letter to you and Ronnie. Perhaps that way will do better than yesterday when I didn’t write you at all. Nothing much happened yesterday, and last night I went to see the movie, "Wilson." It was very long. Afterwards I got involved in a poker game so hence the neglect. The poker game was a no profit and no loss proposition. So I really wasted the evening. I did receive a letter from you yesterday plus the one I am enclosing that was returned to me for some reason. I feel very uncomfortable now and have been feeling that way for a couple days. Both my elbows are broken out and infected. Also my "sitter." My face is almost cleared up with the exception of one small spot just above my right eye. I am thoroughly disgusted and very undecided what to do. [I] Know that if I go back to the dispensary it will mean sweating out a few weeks in a hospital again. With a possible furlough coming any day and a possible some thing else that might happen any time[,] I hate like hell going back there. However I don’t know how much longer I can risk holding out this way as the stuff seems to be getting worse. It’s a great life, isn’t it? The show "Wilson" was pretty good. I don’t know if you have seen it or not but imagine if you have, you will agree that the movies kind of built the old boy up considerably. However, it would have been very interesting to know if the United States had stood behind him, if it would have avoided this page 2 war. I rather doubt it as our victory over Germany the last time was not convincing enough to ensure a lasting peace. I believe this time we have done much more to ensure a lasting peace both in the battlefield and at the peace table. There is much yet to be done and our politicians and Americans at the whole shouldn’t rest on their laurels by any means. Germany will come back. Already from the reports I hear from boys coming back from there and what I can read about what the Germans are doing to get back to normal I know that they are far ahead of the sluggish, no good nation I am now living in. These people here in France are dead on their feet. At their present rate of recovery and rebuilding it will take generations for them to get back to normal, if ever. I mailed you two packages today. One contained my pistol broken down. It’s against postal regulations to send pistols home so [I] don’t know if it will ever arrive or not. If it does, be very careful when you unwrap it that you don’t lose any of the parts. When you unwrap it look it over good and see if it has rusted. If it has please try to clean it off and re-oil it all very good. If it isn’t rusted, put some more oil all over and in it and put it away someplace. I’ll put it together when I get home. In the other package I sent your anniversary presents plus page 3 a bottle of perfume, each for Marge and Martha. You may take your choice of the perfume. There are four bottles all supposed to be very good stuff. Also there are two boxes of powders, a small pr [pair] of wooden shoes, some other little things, and a bunch of your letters. Didn’t do much for Ronnie in this package but will do better for him the next time. So Ronnie’s new swing and trapeze set is keeping him in our own backyard, at least for a while. How does the old gal next door like that? Should she try anything and you don’t do something about it, I’ll be off you for life - or feel like it. Who set it up for you and is it as good as it looks in the picture? Certainly hope no one breaks an arm or something playing on it. Well my dears it’s quitting time now so will sign off and finish this later in the evening. What has happened to Dick? I still have received no word from him of any kind. Perhaps he could write me anyway. Also what happened to Marge’s brother, and Al Evers? Guess they will all beat me home at the present outlook. Wes 10 P.M. Back from another movie, John L Sullivan ["The Great John L"] and a short visit to my French friends to pick up my laundry. She is doing it for me and does a very good job. I kissed my first page 4 French Mademoiselle tonite. A very nice cute little trick. She gave me two nice smacks on my cheek and I very gracefully, I hope, returned it. She called me Monsieur George and sat on my lap. Really a very nice little girl. Of course she was only three years old but I still got quite a thrill out of her. Now are you still jealous? These people’s neighbors have three little girls and they were at these people’s house. They have been there before and tonite was the first time I’ve been able to get to first base with this little girl. Candy and chewing gum certainly accomplishes a lot in this country. I had a slight interruption and it is now 11:30 P.M. so by the time I have shaved it will be very late for yours truly. You know what that means - time’s up. And that’s all for tonite. I hope you both well and sweet dreams my dears. All my love to you both forever, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 3 Aug 45, Fri 6 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad wants Mom to confess her previous relationships. Dad relates his daily routine. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, I’m starting this early before the evening’s activities are started. Perhaps that way you won’t be sidetracked. At 6:30 I am going over for ice cream to sort of augment the skimpy meal tonite. After that I want to watch a baseball game and after that the boys say they would like to relieve me of some of my folding money. Naturally I am always anxious to send you another money order so will probably give them a chance at what I have. Rec’d a very nice long letter mailed July 27th today. The one with Dad’s card and the two pictures. The pictures were very good and Ronnie looks better all the time. I know I’m not allowed to say so but you do seem to be a pretty efficient page 2 Mother when it comes to keeping him on the ball. Don’t know how Dad mis interpreted my statement about returning home. However for all I know it could be right. Belive I did tell him though, that I thought I would be here from three to nine months more. That was back in June. My opinion hasn’t changed. As for your worrying about my <? weakening> when it comes to the <? coomin> we’ll think that was mostly in jest and you really don’t have much to worry about. You know, you came about as near telling me something in this letter about a little matter that I have always wanted to know but had refused to ask feeling that regardless of your answer I don’t think it would make any difference in my feelings toward You. And I felt that you would let me know sometime some way someday anyhow. Now you know, of course, I am taking about whether or not you ever went the limit with some other man page 3 before our marriage. Naturally I have always hoped that you never had. I guess until one hears it himself from that "one and only person" or knows it to be a fact that she hadn’t, there always is a certain amount of doubt lying dormant somewhere back in his mind. Well, here I am without knowing it <hardly> deep in a subject that probably should never have been brought up especially with us so far apart. However, since neither one of us are children anymore and since you already know my past on such matters also my present attitude, as verified by my past good conduct along such lines, especially during this past year, I’m sure no harm has been done. Now back to life in the EFO and the army and at the present that is a very unexciting subject as there is absolutely nothing happening here except the usual day to day experience. I arrive at 6:45, if I eat page 4 breakfast which is seldom, otherwise at 7:30. Am at the office by 8 AM or there abouts. Work until about ten when the Stars and Stripes come[s]. Soon after that the mail which finishes the morning. 11:15 leave for lunch and then back at 1 PM for four hours more of struggling for time to pass. At five our working day is over. 5:15 chow and then usually a show, a baseball game, a little beer or Coca Cola, cards etc. Sounds very nice and easy doesn’t it? Which is exactly what it is[,] too damn easy no competition amont business[es], it’s all army and one way no chance for advancement in my present category. And plenty of time left over to get into plenty of trouble if one is so inclined. The army is where bums are made not men unless one is destined to be a man regardless of the army. I’m glad you finally got your dishes. How about silver ware. And how about the rest of the money I’ve sent? Have you received it yet? Well this is all for now. How’s my little Ronnie and all his little playmates today? Now all my love to you both always. Don’t forget to save all that love for your husband. I can take a lot of it right now. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 4 Aug 45, Sat. 9:30 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Will start this letter tonite but there is so very little to write about I’ll probably wait until tomorrow to finish it. We do not work on Sunday anymore -- which is a break. I’ll probably sleep most of the morning. There is a baseball game in the afternoon and probably a show in the evening so it looks like I’ll have an exciting day. No mail today and of course there will be none tomorrow now that we don’t work. So I only have to look forward to Monday for any more mail. Guess you still must be writing about every day - or are you - but I only <? aouage> [manage] two or three letters a week. Seems I should do better than that. My skin condition is a little better. Face almost entirely healed. Have been using some of my own remedies page 2 with at least as much success as the doctors had. If my success continues may not have to go back to the hospital after all. I hope I don’t have to over here. Since getting out of the hospital last week have been trying to get by without having to take any powders. Am doing pretty well too. If I get by tonite though, I’ll really think I’m doing good. Tonite for supper I ate half of a good-sized raw onion[,] a little later four dips of ice cream, a little later about a half dozen plums, a raw cucumber, <? at ten two> glasses of coca-cola and I feel the urge right now of eating a candy bar which I’m sure to do before retiring. Probably will have to take a powder, too. What do you think? There is still nothing new about that little return trip home. Guess we will all make it someday but only the Lord knows when now unless it is the War Department. In the meantime, I’m page 3 wasting a lot of valuable time here in Europe - and neither one of us are getting any younger are we? 8 P.M. Sun. Hello. A very profitable poker game interrupted this letter last nite. I won thirty dollars. Not bad for one evening do you think? Retired about two A.M. and didn’t get up until ten thirty this morning. Thought I would take a chance of getting some mail at the post office so went up there and lo and behold received two very nice letters. The latest one mailed July 30th which is five days and a record for me so far. I can’t understand why you haven’t been receiving any of my letters[.] I’m sure I have been writing them and mailing them. In two of them I wrote, while in the hospital I sent money orders and then I sent another money order right after getting out of the hospital. Two hundred dollars in all. Be sure and let me know page 4 if you receive that much. One of your letters had the pictures enclosed that you took while at the lake. They are good - thank you. Although Ronnie usually had something over his face and I couldn’t tell much about how he looked. Billy certainly looked funny with all his hair cut off. You also mentioned your trip to see Mr. Chamberlin. Must say I couldn’t draw much of a conclusion from your report. But then perhaps you didn’t arrive at any yourself. We had fried chicken for lunch[,] quite good - and hot dogs for supper tonite. After lunch today one of the other boys and I went out to one of the battalions here in the 16th Depot on the other side of town to see a friend of his. His friend was out on [a] pass. So, we returned about 2 P.M. and I watched the ball game until chow tonite. After that we went over after some ice cream and now here I am writing you. Exciting, isn’t it? Of course really there is a little more to it than that[,] but that in brief is the high lights of today’s doing. Of course the day hasn’t page 5 been without profit. So far through various manipulations have made about eight hundred francs. Since Sunday is not supposed to be a working day[,] guess that’s not too bad. Unless my luck changes I now have enough money to go on my furlough to Southern France should I get to go in the near future. It’s been very warm here today and right now I’m sitting before our open French windows here in the room writing this with practically nothing on. Ooh la la as the French say. Well I’m comfortable anyhow. The house sits back from the street about seventy five feet so the French promenading really couldn’t see much anyway. As for selling the house, that’s up to you. If you do sell it though, it must be for cash and certainly for not less than twelve thousand you would think from what I hear, it should be worth a little more than that even. page 6 Will tell you again that I sent you two packages last week. One with the pistol and another with some perfume <? powder> and other junk plus some of your old letters. A bottle each of the perfume is for Marge and Martha. Take your choice first. Well there isn’t much more. It’s now nearly 9 P.M. and after cleaning up a little and loafing a little, it will be time for early to bed for a change. I’m glad Ronnie is getting so much enjoyment out of his new gym set. Maybe he will be able to show me a few tricks when I get there. So now all my love to you both and I hope some of my letters start arriving. I I really can’t understand why the delay. Here’s a big kiss and hug for both of you. Guess it will be a grand day when it will be me you see walking down the street instead of some other Joe. Love, Daddy ...

Letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 6 Aug. 1945, Mon 6 P.M. Noteworthy: Hiroshima bomb day. Dad expresses frustration, "...

Letter (Hiroshima Day)from: PFC George W. Shonkwilerto: Mrs. Alice Shonkwilerdated July and August 1945, Compaigne France,Noteworthy: family gossip Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Will start this now and probably finish later on the morning. Work still continues to be very slow and we find it very hard to show any resemblance of working most of the day, I have finally given up entirely for today. So has my pastor setting next to me. He is reading some hometown paper, probably a month or two old. I finished the stars and striped hours ago myself. If it was just the two of us that didn’t have much to do, it wouldn’t be so bad, but this is a large building we are in, two and one half floors used entirely for personal correspondence and a rough guess would estimate there to be about two hundred men working here. Every one is just like me looking for work at least six hours out of the eight, we are supposed to put in. Talk about hoarding labor man power or something. Boy, the army certainly has it here. Received a letter from you today, mailed August 1st. So, I’m pretty well up today with your activities. You mentioned the Hayes being over and how Earnest still is very much a hen pecked man, which is as it has been for years. Also, your personal reactions sympathizing with his position. Rather sounded like that might have been a shot in the dark at me. If so, guess you page two.should remember that famous phrase about all men being created equal. That includes women as well as men. A few special advantages another person may or may not have had over the other can always be overcome by diligence in the right direction. Of course, anyone like Forrest, who hasn’t the backbone to stand up once in a while for his own thoughts and actions usually doesn’t have much of a chance and will eventually end up being completely dominated by the other. I think you know of what I am talking. Of course, we received the news today of the new atomic bombing on Japan. That is just another step closer to complete destruction that Japan is asking for and most certainly will receive. It does all seem very ridiculous, but I guess it is necessary. I certainly hate to think what another war would be to the world should there ever be one. About time to quit now. I think I’ll see the play "Arsenic and old Lace" this evening. Then will probably add some to the letter after the show. Until then, bye for now. Wednesday 8am.Will try and finish this before starting to work and before the mail goes out as I didn’t have a chance to last night. I went to the play "Arsenic Page three.and old Lace" with one of the boys in the room and young Peter and his little brother. It was very good. Peter liked it too. They really got a kick out of it. It was quite long and then we stopped in at Peter’s house a few minutes afterwards so it was really bedtime when we got back to our room. I am enclosing the program that you might be interested. There isn’t much more to report. The whole evening almost except for a half hour or so sweating out the ice cream line was spent at the theater so naturally I’m short on news. Guess the rumors are very quiet for a change. It sounds like the Scholls are doing all right. I saw his small farm shortly after he purchased it some five or six years ago. Certainly wasn’t much there then. Believe he is a good example of exactly the opposite from Ernest. The two women are alike in their strong desire to keep their husbands under their thumb all the time. The difference between the two men are that Chuck refuses to be overridden continuously while Ernest has completely given in years ago. It just happened that Chuck is smart enough, lucky enough or something to be a success in his work. He does work plenty hard. I know that. And since there is still a scarcity of dentists in the States, I suppose he can’t help but do all right. Well my dears, I guess I better close this up and get to work. Don’t know just whatPage 4.I can do to make it last out the morning. But with my boss sitting just about eight feet away, it might be a good idea to show signs I’m doing something. It’s quite chilly here again this morning. Just like early fall weather back home. Could be Fall arrives early in France. I don’t know.Bye now and all my love to you bothDaddy. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 10 Aug. 45, 3:30 PM Noteworthy: more of Dad’s philosophy and aspirations Dear Alice and Ronnie, It’s a great day around here at the present time. Ever since lunch, rumors and flashes here have been coming thick and fast. About an hour ago, we heard a flash that the war was over. Then a half hour ago, we got this flash I am enclosing. However, a few minutes ago, another newscast said there would not be anything of special until 5 p.m. We are celebrating regardless. And tonight, I expect a celebration on a real scale -- providing, of course, it really is true. It seems too good to be true but in this topsy world, anything can and has been happening even this may be true. It’s too early to even attempt to try and determine what this will mean as to my chances of getting home soon but I imagine right now that I will still be anywhere from 2 to 6 months, maybe even 9 months before I get back home. We still have to get the troops out of France and unfortunately, that is a job I am helping to do in a very small way. The big news, of course, is the war’s end. Under no circumstances can it be much longer until we all are home for good. That is great news indeed. I sure wish I were back there to witness some of the celebration that must be going page 2 on at the present time. No doubt, by the time I do return the celebrants will be so tired of celebrating and seeing returning soldiers that they won’t pay any attention to us. Well, with possibly two or three exceptions, do you suppose? Writing this letter now around here is like trying to write a letter standing in the center of State and Madison streets, Chicago, Illinois -- where in hell is that place anyhow. This office is a regular thoroughfare with men coming and going hoping for a later flash and, in general, letting off pent up steam. We have been doing very little work of late anyhow. There is none being done now as you might expect. I received three letters from you, one from Henry Jostis and one from my ex-buddies today. Your latest letter was Aug. 4th. Not too bad. So my old Platoon Sergeant is now a Lieutenant. Well, personally I’m glad for him, as I got along swell with him the short time I was there. However, he definitely wasn’t liked by most of the boys and he tread on some of the boys’ toes getting to be Platoon Sergeant. No doubt he had to tread on plenty more to get the Lieutenant. That brings me now to something I was going to hold back as a surprise. Now it definitely will be all off and will make no difference. While I was in the hospital, an order came out with openings for OCS. As soon as I was released, I applied. And to date, as far as I know, my application was getting along satisfactorily. Now you can see why I was page 3 so anxious to get out of the hospital and to stay out. These OCS applications were for limited service officers and I was applying for finance. If I had been accepted would have been sent back to the States and taken the training at Fort Harrison in Indianapolis. Now perhaps this explains much of what you have been wondering about recently. It was necessary for me to get out of the hospital and stay out to apply. The war’s end will end all that undoubtedly, which doesn’t make me mad as I would much rather go home than be an officer, even if I had been accepted. So once more, I am arriving a little too late. It seems all through my life, my breaks begin to come about the time I have no further use for them or too late to do me any good. This time I don’t mind. I only hope my success at home and in the world at large doesn’t treat me the same way. Like coming about the time I am ready to <? die> maybe. It may be that I always set my goals too high or something, thus causing so many disappointments. On the other hand -- hitch your wagon to a star and you may reach the moon or something. Regardless I’ve still got my wagon hitched to a star and I have ideas and ambitions. page 4 In Henry’s letter he mentioned Ray Hines and John Mender <? hall> being out of jobs at Seneca, Ill. John used to work for me at Smith’s and Ray, of course, you know, built some of our houses. Henry suggested that he thought we all could get together and make a good firm of our own. That has possibilities too. It seems there are quite a few men who are interested in getting together with me after the war. I wonder if they will still be interested when I get home. I imagine by that time they will all be busily engaged in something and will forget if ever existed. I haven’t much doubt but what that will be the case. However, it could be otherwise. With or without them, I still think I am capable of making a pretty good living for us in some field. Time will tell. Do you ever talk to the Jostis anymore? How about Jean Galassini? Don’t lose contact with anyone if you can help it. Contacts are very important in business. When I do get home I would like to feel that I have half a chance anyhow. And by the way, haven’t heard you mention them lately or haven’t heard from them myself for some time. What has happened to the Holmes and Jostis? Was it that I didn’t answer to enthusiastically when they suggested a business page five together a couple of months ago? I couldn’t hardly say yes, could I, with conditions as they were and still are for that matter? I do think now, though, that definitely by this time next year, and maybe much sooner, I’ll be worrying about making a living, which is quite different from what I am worrying about at present. For that reason, it is time I start thinking of plans for civilian life again. That really does sound funny. Things change fast some times. A person’s attitude can change fast too. Yesterday or anyhow a week ago I was thinking only in terms of a minimum of one more year of army life. Today, I visualize some hard sledding getting back into civilian routine a year from now. Well my dears, it’s quitting time. May add more to this letter later this evening. Right now I’m going out to hear that 5pm news flash. Until then, "Finie la guerre" and all my love to you both, Wes 8pm Hello again. Well, we are all pretty well let down right now as the surrender is still unconfirmed. Of course, it may come yet page 6. in a very short time, but right now we know that we still have a war to fight to the finish. Just came back from getting some very good ice cream. We don’t have it so bad now, as far as a few luxuries like that are concerned. However, it’s still far from like home. And don’t ever think it isn’t. That’s all for now. Perhaps tomorrow will bring another day with the real news I hope so. Until then, all my love to you both, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: P.F.C. George W. Shonkwiler. August 10th, 1945, Friday 9.20 p.m. My Darling. Today has been an exciting day with the radio giving newscasts all day about Japan’s surrender terms and so on. I do hope it’s not just a rumor and that they are really intending to give up. I see they want Page 2Hirohito to remain in power. They don’t want much, it seems. I read in the Tribune that we are inhuman in unleashing this weapon and that they think it’s as much against war ethics as poison gas. Well, I suppose bombing Pearl Harbor before declaring war and without advance notice was ethical to say nothing of the death march and so on and so on. Personally, I wish they’d blast Japan wide open if it’ll prevent future wars. Page 3.I hit the jackpot in letters today. One from you dated August 4th, one from Claude and from Norma, Mrs. Dan Sweeney, Ruth Eichelberger from California and Elsie (of Beloit). Now it seems I’ll have a few letters to write in return. Claude and Mrs. Sweeney enclosed letters they’d received from you. So all in all, I did get a haul, didn’t I? Mrs. Sweeney said she got a severe sunburn, page 4,which prevented her from coming to Chicago during her vacation, but says she’ll come in sometime soon, especially since she’s heard that Dan isn’t coming. She feels she’d like to get away to forget her troubles for a couple days at least. Norma writes that she’s recovered from her accident except for a scar over her left eye and her left shin bone tender. But it doesn’t bother her unless she turns her ankle. Page 5.She said Barney gets a vacation in September and is going deer hunting. She and the kids can’t go because they’ll be going to school. Said Wayne sold six subscriptions to take the journal newspaper, and as a reward, the paper is taking a group of boys to the ocean for a day. He still wants a house and found one for $100, which he plans on buying on monthly payments out of his paper route money. He’s been putting his earnings into bonds and says someday he’ll have all the horses he wants plus a ranch Page 6. to put them on. Norma told him to go ahead. He seems to be quite a boy. I’d like to see him. She also said Barney had given her money for Mother’s Day to get a two strand pearl necklace. I’m enclosing Claude’s letter or rather Jo’s, I should say. It seems Dee Dee got poison ivy at the lake. I’m lucky that Ronnie didn’t too, as he was with her wherever she went. Guess all my luck isn’t bad. My girlfriend Ruth, (the Page 7 Navy Lieutenant’s wife) writes saying she has acquired four chow pups. Guess Judy isn’t the only naughty dog. I don’t envy her taking care of them although she’s lucky, she’s in a warm climate and can keep them outside. Judy has been romantic this past month, too and every once in a while, the kids have let her out and I hope that she behaved. If not, we’ll have 50-50 Cocker and bull pups, as a white bulldog has been Page 8.hanging around, if it happens again, I think I’ll take her to a vet, as I’m tired of the whole thing. You mentioned a fellow from Rockford called Junior in your letters. What is his real name? I might know him. Elsie wrote saying she won’t be in this week and I’m glad, as I need to recuperate after having Chuck’s family here for three days. I also need to wash sheets, towels, and page 9.clothes before I can have company, plus washing fingerprints from all doors, walls, and woodwork. Next weekend, Ronnie and I will be going to Paw Paw Lake, then, Gladys and Dick, Elsie and Mrs. Sweeney will be coming in very soon, so it looks like I’ll have plenty of company for the next few weeks. Even Claude’s family may come in September, if this lady in <? Giansville> comes to Chicago to page 10 meet her doctor husband when he comes home on leave. Well, company helps to pass the time, and I do enjoy seeing everyone, too. Wonder how Murray and Marge are enjoying their vacation this week. I thought perhaps I’d get a car, but so far, I haven’t. It’s Marge’s birthday, August 23rd, so guess I’d better start to think of what I should give her. That’s a problem, as there are very few page 11 gifts worth buying on the market now. I’m thinking of sending you some clothes, and perhaps you can make a little money on them, so I can buy new ones for Ronnie and myself. Can you get anything for Ronnie’s old clothes, such as a coat and hat set, sweaters and so on? Let me know and I’ll send them to you instead of giving them away. We’re both in need of clothes for Fall and Winter, as my clothes page 12are all 5, 6, and 7 years old, and rather outdated and Ronnie, of course, has grown out of his, and his clothes in size six cost a small fortune. He needs a new snow suit, as this will be the third winter for his old one, and really only suitable for play now, as it’s worn and too short. Perhaps it would even be advisable for me to buy up a few things that are on sale now with summer on the wane. page 13 Let me know if your French friends need any particular items and what size and so on. Perhaps I can make a few dollars this way. Let me know what you think. It seems I can buy summer dresses now for almost half price, so if they are willing to pay, I can get things. In fact, perhaps they may need other items too that we can buy here. Of course, if you’d be taking any chances, it’s best not to do this, as I definitely don’t want you in trouble Page 14 with the authorities. Mrs. Page just bought me a big glass of lemonade and some cookies. That’s what you call service! It’s very good too. I guess I must not be too hard to get along with when the tenants and I still are good friends after 18 months. Perhaps you and I will still be good friends after 18 months too, could be. It’s only been less than six months for us. Time will tell. page 15I’ve been on a vacation today except for meals and dishes, and I’ve really relaxed. They tell me it doesn’t pay to work all the time, and I’ve been pretty busy all week. Did I tell you I picked my first batch of green beans yesterday? They were delicious. By next week, I should have at least a couple dozen ripe tomatoes. My beets are almost full-grown too. The people living upstairs of Virginia Shepherd’s House page 16moved today. They’ve lived together for 25 years without the benefit of marriage. Imagine. Seems it lasts longer when people don’t marry, although at present this fellow is stepping out with the owner of Grayson’s Dress Shop on the Avenue. It seems a couple who lived there four years ago, before the husband was drafted are moving in, and he’s been discharged now. Well, guess I’ll retire now and dream a nice dream or two. Hurry home as we’re waiting. Love, Mom, and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France, 9 July 45, 2 p.m. Thursday. (month mistaken, should be August) Noteworthy: Dad predicts the war’s aftermath as concerns "Russia" and to the future threat of the atomic bomb Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Nothing much to do right now, so will spend part of the afternoon with your letter. I’m at the office but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Things are still very quiet and little or no rumors. The talk is all about the new atomic bombing of Japan and today’s news of Russia entering the fight. Either one of which would mean a very early end of the war, we hope. Personally, it does seem very likely now with these two new developments that the war may end quite suddenly with Japan giving up. Perhaps without us ever having to actually invade Japan proper. My own reaction to these newest wrinkles in the fight aren’t so very favorable. I believe we could easily defeat Japan without Russian aid and the price we are going to have to pay Russia for her belated help will far exceed any aid she will actually give us. Russia will now demand and no doubt get large concessions in Manchuria and along her East coast, thus making her stronger than ever in the years to come. Plus being a strong influence in determining how China will eventually go potentially. These things may mean much to the United States in the years to come. Then the utter destruction that this one small bomb can bring to a city or a nation is just a fore runner of the terrible things to come should its power ever page two. come to rest with the wrong people or wrong nation. I’m definitely in favor of doing all we can to end the war as quickly as possible, but it does seem like wiping out whole cities at one time is a bit more barbaric than anything before in history. Frankly, I wonder sometimes if it is worthwhile having a family just so they can grow up to be part of the next war of seemingly total destruction to the less fortunate people, whether innocent or guilty of any wrong. One thing shows we are living in times of great historical events. I hope everyone appreciates the greatness of the revolutionary changes now taking place without a full understanding of its meaning, the multitudes will in the end allow the full power of these new scientific discoveries to fall unto the hands of a few unscrupulous men who will use its powers to further their quest for individual glory. And in the end plunging the entire world in a war of complete destruction. Only time will tell. We live in an interesting world to say the least. I received two old letters yesterday written while you were at the lake. Also a letter I had written to Don Sweeney a long time ago was returned. It was marked on the outside -- Missing. Guess it got lost while in Belgium, at least as far as the Post Office was concerned. I wonder where he is by now. Also received a letter from Marge’s brother Jack. It was mailed the latter part of June and he said they were then expecting to leave any page three day so I suppose he has left for somewhere by this time too. Have you heard anything about Al Evers? It’s possible that he has left too. It really looks like about everyone will go someplace before I get away from here. This camp is getting so large here and of such a permanent nature that I wonder sometimes if we won’t to be here for many months yet. My only hope is that I know when the time comes the army can move in a big hurry no matter how permanent things look. And I’ve never yet known anyone connected with the army to worry about the financial side of things. It’s always brushed aside by saying any expense is justifiable if aiding the combat boys. Very true but sometimes I question if it’s always aiding the combat troops. My skin condition is still very much in the infection stage but is a little better and as long as it shows improvement at all or doesn’t get too bad I’m going to try to keep my status quo. Time may prove my plan foolish but then six weeks in the hospital didn’t prove anything either so it is pretty hard to figure out the best thing to do. I’m hoping that we do get a break and some of the many good rumors about the depot returning to the States sometime this fall or early this winter comes true. I know if I am home for Christmas I will be very fortunate indeed. page four Didn’t write yesterday because there was so little to write about. And then I feel sometimes as though you surely must grow tired of receiving a daily report on my physical status. Life is really so hum drum here now that it is difficult to find anything interesting to write about. Watched a very good baseball game last night and then finished up the evening playing poker with moderate success. I have another seventy five dollar money order made out to you which I am holding a few days to see if I’m going to get that furlough. if it doesn’t come through pretty soon may have enough accumulated so I can send it without worrying about money for a furlough. Have you ever received the last three money orders I sent you? As yet you haven’t mentioned receiving them. That’s about all for now my dears. It’s possible may add a few words later this evening. Until then, love you both. wes 9:30 p.m Went downtown to the show. Had seen it before so walked out. Then went to the PX for ice cream. All sold out. Did have a cup of beer and watched a GI show which wasn’t too bad. Right now everyone is in the room and it’s quite a mess. So until tomorrow all my love to you both, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler August 12, 1945, Sunday 11 o’clock p.m. Hello, honey Saturday morning I decided to skip cleaning house until later in the day and Ronnie and I went shopping on the Avenue. I wanted a black suit, as you well know, but just couldn’t find one anywhere. I eventually decided to get a black dress and looked and looked. Everyone was $19.95 or $26.95 and so on and even then they didn’t suit me, so as a last resort, I stopped at Gordon’s (although page 2I vowed never to go in there after the mix-up my fur coats were in) and I finally bought a dress. Navy and white instead of black however. It was a $19.95 dress reduced to $9. So I really got a buy and it fits nicely too. Then I brought a navy hat for $4.00 and a pair of non-rationed navy blue shoes. All in all, pretty nice and for only a fraction of what I expected to pay. so if possible, I still hope to get page 3 that suit. I’ll bet by now you don’t believe it. I’ll surprise you someday. When we got home at 5:30 Ronnie and I had dinner, or I should say supper, as we had our dinner at People’s store lunch room. We actually had roast beef, believe it or not. Well, at 6:10 p.m. Eda Sweeney called and said she’d take a 6:50 train to spend a weekend if I were going to be home. I left at 8:00 p.m. and got to the Union Depot page 4at 9:15 where I proceeded to have her paged. We got together eventually and from there we went downtown for a sandwich at the Triangle Restaurant, then checked her bag and decided to see a show, but gave up as we’d have had a two hour wait in all the theaters. Then as it was quite warm, we decided to have a drink, but even a chance to sit down in a cocktail lounge was impossible page 5About that time we gave up and came home. We did stop at the Macambo (a new tavern at 111th and Mich.) for a glass of beer, but left in a few minutes. When we got home we had some cookies and coffee and went to bed. Exciting evening, wasn’t it? This morning (Sunday) Ronnie went to Sunday School as usual and brought home a candle cut out of paper. (Another souvenir for page 6his scrapbook.) Bobby and his parents left for their cottage in No. Wisconsin Saturday morning for a two week vacation. Pretty nice having your husband home for a whole summer from June to Sept. and when he does work he starts at noon and except for baseball and basketball seasons, he gets home at 3 or 3:30. Not bad! I s’pose after a while you’d get sick of seeing him around. Page 7I’d like a chance at it for a change however.(what am I saying? You’ll get the idea. I’m wholesome.) ----- Well, I am! ----- Darn it! As Eda came unexpectedly and I hadn’t planned on company she’s had to eat the little bit I had on hand. For dinner yesterday, I had only two lamb chops (broiled) with some extra hamburger (for Ronnie), mashed potatoes, buttered peas, jello salad with a peach haves in it Page 8lettuce and lemon chiffon pie and iced tea and coffee. All in all, it wasn’t too bad for an unexpected guest, was it? After Ronnie’s nap we went to the Parkway and saw "Flame of Barbery Coast" with Ann Dvorak, John Wayne. And a lousy Laurel Hardy picture. I just can’t stand their type of comedy. Too silly, I guess. We got home at nine o’clock and after had a meatloaf Page 9 sandwich. ( Meatloaf left from Thursday when Chuck and Betty were here.) Now here I am still writing to my honey. If you promise not to show this to Dan Sweeney, I’ll describe his wife to you. She’s about five feet six inches and weighs more than Dan (she says). and she must weigh about 175 lbs, at least, and has real fat arms and legs. She has hair somewhat on the red side, but just a bit lighter than my hair. Page 10According to her snaps of Dan, he looks quite handsome. Is he? She’s nice, but not a beauty. She works as a inspector in defense plan (GE). She doesn’t mention Dan’s drinking at all, so I haven’t either. She mentioned that he drank beer once in a while, but that’s all. I haven’t the heart to tell her he drinks so much. She claims she’s always been heavy, so guess Page 11 Dan likes her that way. You keep telling me to gain weight, but I wonder if you’d like me at 175 pounds or more. Even if you did, I hope I never get that heavy as I’d hate to take the chance. Besides, I wouldn’t know how to sew for myself if I became larger than a size 12. At present, the dresses I buy are size 9. I don’t page 12 know how much I weigh, but I s’pose about 106. Eda is going home tomorrow night, I think. I hope so, as I need to wash clothes so badly, Ronnie hasn’t a thing to wear. Well, good night, darling, and tell Dan, if you see or write to him, that his wife is pretty nice. The pictures of her kiddies look cute. They’re thin like Dan, I guess. Bye now love Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Aug. 13, 1945 Mon. 11:00 P.M. Noteworthy: Mom gets seriouly angry at Eda Sweeney. Dad orders Mom around. Dear Wes, Well, alone at last! Eda Sweeney left on the 8:15 train from Englewood Station and Ronnie and I got home about 9:00. Since then I put Ronnie to bed and sat on the front step with Mr. and Mrs. Page. We’ve done very little all day today except sit around and discuss children, war, husbands, etc. While eating dinner page 2 tonight Eda sort of burned me up! I s’pose I shouldn’t have taken it to heart, but I did. Sat. nite when she showed Don’s picture to me, I thought he looked pretty nice, but I said nothing more than that he was nice looking. Tonite at the table out of a clear blue sky she remarked, "When you see my husband, you won’t even want yours." It stunned me so that I couldn’t think of a thing to say other page 3 than, you’re bragging now, aren’t you? It was such an ignorant thing for her to say that I just can’t get over it. After a while I said something to the effect that "Ronnie looks like his Daddy, and I think Ronnie is rather cute." When she said what she did I almost replied by saying, "Evidently in a town the size of Berne (pop 2,000) Don didn’t have much choice," but I didn’t, as I didn’t want page 4 to sound as ill bred as she. I had 2 letters from you today dated Aug. 7th and 8th. In one you mentioned Edith Hayes’ domination over Ernest, etc. You also mentioned my saying I sympathize with his position and mentioned that diligence in the right direction could overcome the few special advantages another person has had. I hadn’t meant that by my "sympathy" remark at all, except kiddingly page 5 because you so often "order me around" when you’re at home, and not because I felt that either you or Edith had any few special advantages. In fact I consider my education and business experience sufficient to compete with both you and Edith. In fact there are times when I consider Edith prying into other folks’ affairs downright ignorant. I believe that Ernest is far superior in his trade than she page 6 was in her profession. I better stop right now before I say something I may be sorry for later. After all I guess I’m rather "touchy" after Eda’s remark, plus your letter, altho I don’t believe you meant it as it sounded to me. That’s the trouble with writing, as one has no chance of explaining chance remarks as is possible in a conversation. I’ll have to meet Don now for sure, as he page 7 must must be an <? Adoris>. Of course I guess I do a lot of talking about what a nice husband I have, so perhaps you sound perfect, too. Although I’d never tell a girl outright that my husband was better than hers. Ida wants Ronnie and me to visit her soon, but unless you come home soon and we can go together, I doubt if I will. I’ll be going to Paw Paw Lake this weekend, then Elsie will be coming in on page 8 her vacation. Gladys and Dick will probably come in soon, too. I’ve certainly had enough guests to keep me going like a merry-go-round the past few weeks. I’m enclosing a clipping from our tribune concerning polio (infantile paralysis). I told you last week they there were 18 cases in Rkfd and 36 in Winnebago county, but over the weekend it’s mounted to 100 cases in Rkfd alone. I wish Betty would move the kids page 9 away from Rkfd for the rest of the epidemic period. Even soldiers from Camp Grant (a redeployment center now) are banned from coming to Rkfd at present. If I thought it would save Patsy and June from being crippled for life I’d ask them to stay here for the duration of the epidemic, but of course it would probably be better for her to go to Freeport to her folks, altho I doubt if she’ll do either. page 10 It seems this surrender news on the air the past 3 days is giving everyone the jitters including me. I keep that radio on continually, but as yet there’s nothing official and the war goes on. Well, goodnight, Darling and sweet dreams and to me you’re still tops in my heart and meeting anyone else’s husband couldn’t change that, I’m sure. Bye now goodnight, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Aug. 14th, 1945 Tuesday Eve. Noteworthy: Home folks response to the end of the war. The war is over. Isn’t it wonderful? My Darling, Today has been quite an eventful day for me. (For the rest of the world, too, I guess.) This morning I did very little. I had planned on washing, but it rained all night and this morning so that was out. After putting Ronnie to bed I really cleaned house to make up for last Sat. I dusted all floors and furniture, and vacuumed the rugs. Then I scrubbed and simonized Page 2 the kitchen and bathroom. While eating our dinner, Martha called and said they’d be over during the evening. They came at 7:30 and brought a quart of "100 proof" Southern Comfort, which we proceeded to drink. Martha and I went to the store and bought wieners, buns, hamburger and pork sausages for sandwiches. About 9:00 Murray and Marge came over for a couple of drinks, then had to return to her sister Janet’s home to celebrate. Page 3 After putting Tootie, Tommy and Ronnie to bed, Jim, Martha and I decided to eat. We were in the midst of eating when Murray and Kual (a fellow from Pullman) came over with a half dozen bottles of beer. They ate with us, then left to go back to Janet’s again. Right now Jim’s in bed and Martha and I just finished dishes and while I’m writing she’s reading today’s paper. Martha and Jim aren’t going to work tomorrow Page 4 altho they’re supposed to. President Truman announced that we’d have a 2 day holiday tomorrow and Thursday and if essential workers worked they were to get time and a half. Murray and Marge said they’d be over for breakfast, but I doubt it. Well, Darling, it shouldn’t be long, now, until we too can celebrate. Until then, all my love, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Ronnie met Jim at the door with the announcement "The war’s over and Daddy’s coming home." Later, he swang in his swing and sung "Jingle Bells." Sure was cute. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler August 15th, 1945, Thursday, 7.25 p.m. Hello, honey. Well, today is the second holiday celebrating the Jap surrender but to me, it’s just another day. This morning, it looked gloomy, so I waited to wash until it cleared up and the sun shone, which wasn’t until 11 a.m. Then I washed and hung all my clothes out to dry. I no sooner got them all up than it started to rain and I took them all down and had Page twoto hang them all in the basement. Gee was I mad. I had thought I’d be able to both wash and iron today so I could mow the lawn, clean the house, and pack our clothes tomorrow preparatory to going to Elinore’s Saturday morning. Mr. Chamberlain just called and wanted to know what I’d heard from you and what division or company you are with so he could perhaps watch the papers for your homecoming. I could page threenot give him much news as your last letters were dated August 7th and 8th and you didn’t know then when you’d get home. I guess the old fellow is getting jittery and wants to retire. Can’t blame him much, as he had waited a long time to be relieved. I told him, I’d call him when and if I hear any news. The Pages and some relatives went to the races at Washington Park in spite of the rain. They just got home and guess page four.they lost a little money. You and I were always going to the races, but seems to me just didn’t get there. We’ll have to do that when you get here. I haven’t heard from Gladys and Dick since he got home. I think I’ll call them tonight. I just called the Hackers and must have spent at least a dollar talking to Dick. Gladys is on a 30-day vacation while he’s on furlough. He says he doesn’t think he’ll have page fiveTo go to the Pacific, but hopes to stay here. He also thought you’d be home very soon as they won’t be shipping men and equipment to the Pacific, which would give more ships for transferring men to the U.S.. I told them I’d call them before I left Paw Paw Lake next Monday and they could pick me up in Gary (on my way home, by way of South Shore train). I asked Dick why he page six.hadn’t written you and he claims he’s received only three or four letters and replied to each one. He said lately he was moved around so much that perhaps he didn’t get your letters. I’m going out to mail your letters now as the post office hasn’t even made pickups these past two days. This time the date stamp will be much later than the date on the letters and not my fault either. See you soon. Bye darling. Lovingly your wife and son. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France, 15 August 1945, 4 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad gets a furlough, attached Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Took off a little early today so I can prepare for my trip to the Riviera starting tomorrow at 9 a.m. I have enclosed my order for my furlough. Thought you might be interested. I had three days work piled up waiting on me this morning. By working for a change, I managed to dispose of all of it by 3 p.m. Unless they get some one to take my place while I’m gone, I’ll have two or three days of real work waiting for me it looks like. Well as you well know, official news of the wars end came this morning. Since it has been coming now for the last few days, it was more or less an after climax. Most every one spent their usual day working. A few were a little blurry-eyed from too much last night but otherwise one could never tell page 2 that anything important had happened. Mostly I think because we all think that it still will not mean an early return to the States for any of us. Unfortunately, our job is sending men home not going ourselves. I would get hooked up with such an outfit. <? We assigned> too -- where all I can ever get out of it is work. Well, there certainly has never been any breaks for me so far in this army. And it’s beginning to look very much like my army career will close that way too. I really was sick today when I heard that Dick was home. Not because I want to deny him getting home as it’s just why don’t I get one break like that sometime. I suppose now he will be discharged months before I ever leave this damn hole. Frankly, I can’t see any hope now of returning before at least six months. Of course, I don’t page 3 know a thing but it stands to reason that as long as we are already set up for handling troops, there is no reason why we should suddenly stop now. However, the army never seems to do what ordinary reasoning would say they should do. On that basis there may be some hope. I’m rather glad I’m leaving for two weeks at this time because in the next two weeks it’s very likely nothing will be decided and there will be so many rumors that one would get sick just listening to them. Today has been a good sample. Rumor has it that we are going have any where from six weeks to next May. So you can’t believe anything you hear. In this letter today you mentioned writing a long letter and then not mailing it. You page 4 might as well mail it because now I’m thinking most everything from bad to worse. I blow off steam every once in a while but I have yet to fail to mail a letter I have ever written you. If there is something wrong, let’s have it. I have broad shoulders. If it’s just steam you are blowing off, it certainly won’t do me any more harm to hear about it. Have you seen Dick and Gladys yet and just what does Dick think is going to happen to him? How many points does he have? Sounded like you all had a nice time while your brother and family were in. Are you going to Paw Paw lake next weekend? No doubt it will be two weeks now until I hear from you again. Will try to keep you informed of my whereabouts and page 5 some of the things I am doing. They say this Riviera deal is pretty nice. I hope so. I am still sorry I didn’t put in for Switzerland as the boys really rave about that place. Well, perhaps someday when we are rich and don’t have to work so hard, we can take that in together. Right now I have no yearning to ever come back to Europe but maybe someday I’ll change. It might be nice to see these countries after they have had a few years of peace to get back to normal. Well, my dears, it’s time for chow now so guess I’ll have to finish this later in the evening. So far I have done nothing towards getting ready for leaving tomorrow. So I know I have work to do. May see you a little later -- for page 6 now "au revoir". Wes 11pm Hello again. I’ve been out watching the many celebrations around town tonight. Really nothing so outstanding, but most every one having a good time. There is a big dance going on about a block from here and others over town. Plus some extra shows and so forth. The war is over. That seems to be certain. I am enclosing some pictures I received tonight plus some pictures from my French friends. You will notice the picture of Monsieur Guilbou. That is the only one they had of him. Am just about all ready to leave in the morning. Now for a shave and a good night’s sleep and I’ll be all set to go. Now all my love to you both and I think of you all the time. Love, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler t:o PFC George W. Shonkwiler Aug. 15, 1945 Wed. 9:45 P.M. Wes, Darling, Today and tomorrow are legal holidays according to President Truman and all post office and federal employees got the 2 days off and essential workers are to be paid time and a half if on the job. Believe it or not, Jim and Murray took the day off despite the fact they had no official notice from Pullman concerning a holiday. The Tosti’s spent the page 2 night here, but the Holmes when we called them at 8:00 A.M. decided they’d rather sleep than have breakfast with us. About noon the Tosti’s asked Ronnie and me to come over there for the rest of the day. I didn’t have much of anything in the house to eat, so I consented. Everyone was caught short on food because stores are closed today and tomorrow and the end of the war was announced page 3 at 7:00 P.M. last night. We didn’t have much at the Tosti’s either today, For dinner we had cheese, boiled potatoes, canned meat spread, bread and apricots with cupcakes and tea, for supper we had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, deviled eggs, coffee and cupcakes. I’ll bet even you had better food than that today. Ronnie and I got home tonight at 9:00 o’clock and we went to bed at once. I asked Jim if he had page 4 any post-war plans, but he said, "none whatever," other than getting moved into their house in perhaps 3 weeks. They said today that they aren’t paying any more for their new home than the cottage they’re in sold for. (And it needs about $2,000 worth of repairs.) I saw their new home today. It’s all finished but the flooring and decorating. All they can get is beech flooring. Oak flooring won’t be available for page 5 several weeks, so they decided to settle for a beech. They could have had odd box ends of oak, but it would have had to be stained dark. I called Francis Evers tonight, but she wasn’t at home. I talked to her sister and she told me Donnie had been ill Monday, and suffered from convulsions, and a high temperature. The doctor came out thinking it might be polio (as Donald passed out cold) but instead he said it might page 6 have been the watermelon he’s eaten on Saturday. I don’t feel so hot today myself after my two glasses of "Southern Comfort," hamburgers, wieners, coffee, etc. we had last night, plus the indigestible food I’ve had today. Of course all this strain of the past few days "false surrender reports," didn’t help my stomach either. In fact I only weigh 105 lbs. page 7 again. Oh, for the day when you’re home working and taking off weight and when I can have help with household duties so I can get nice and chubby. (Not the way you’re thinking, either!!) At least not till I can recuperate a bit. One announcer or commentator said a mouthful yesterday. He said, everyone speaks of the heroism and sacrifices of the soldiers, page 8 but very little is said of the "wives" who wait, worry and pray, plus carrying a double burden of responsibility at home. This is very true and as far as I’m concerned I don’t expect to be lauded for it, but do hope that my husband won’t complain of things I may have done wrong, or not done at all, as that would hurt after waiting so long, and trying page 9 to do the right thing, if not always doing it perfectly. For example there are weeds in our lawn regardless of how I try to dig them out; woodwork paint is so worn from scrubbing it just doesn’t look clean anymore, Ronnie probably says and does things you might not approve of, etc, etc. I’m not worrying too much, however, as I know you realize it takes two to make a home, and that it’s not page 10 a picnic doing everything alone, and therefore will overlook any discrepancies you might find when coming home. The main thing is that you will be home and as far as possible the way you want it to be. Ronnie and I may have changed a bit. I’ll probably look a few years older and Ronnie of course is a big boy, but as Irene Sivertsen said, "He’s just as cute and sweet as he was a year ago." Elmer very gallantly page 11 said he couldn’t see that I changed, except I was thinner. That can easily be remedied perhaps when you get home and do most my chores for me. I just asked Ronnie if he wanted to tell Daddy anything. He said "Tell Daddy to bring me a horse." "Also tell Daddy I want a Christmas tree and a train, too." "Tell him to ring the doorbell and I will tell him to come in and I love him." The above is quite mixed. page 12 up, but I hope his remark about the Christmas tree is prophetic, as it would be wonderful to have you home by then, at least. There’s one thing pretty certain and that is that you won’t go to the Pacific anyway. Am I right, or have you heard anything as yet? Well, goodnight now and sweetest of dreams to you. Will see you very soon, we hope. Love always, Mom and Ronnie ...

V-MAIL from: PFC George Shonkwiler to: Mrs Alice Shonkwiler Marseille, France 17 July 1945 [17 August 1945] 9:30 PM Hello again, [The first 3 lines are effectively unintelligible, but I’ll make a guess] And located in a barren waste surrounded by low mountains. A hell of a place to bring troops who <? were> [?] [?] as <? Pacifics>. They all seem pretty well pleased with their good fortune now however. Marseille was pretty well shot up in spots. Nothing to compare with some places I have seen though. Got a glimpse of the Mediterranean this morning. It was all that has ever been said about it. So far the trip has been of very little interest. The only things we’ve seen is scenery and after all the scenery I have seen in the last year it really takes something glorious to hold my interest. See by today’s paper that the Navy is really giving their boys a break. Looks like Forest will be months ahead of me. My usual luck. I’m very tired now so think I’ll retired. I wish you both were with me now. Then this vacation would be far more enjoyable. Love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler. Marseille, France 18 July (sic August) 1945, Saturday 8.30 p.m. Noteworthy: describes Marseille Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Nothing to do tonight so guess this is about as good a way to spend some time as any. We got up at 6:30 this morning because we were told last night there would be an inspection this morning. And they were sorry but we would have to stand it. So for the first time in a long time I saw the sunrise. It was well worth seeing and a good thing too as the breakfest wasn’t worth getting up for. As it turned out after we got all prepared we didn’t have to stand inspection after all. So we spent the morning loafing. Had early chow then went out to the city. We walked around town a while then I went to page two. a show. The other boys had already seen the show they said. So I left them. Guess they had other things on their minds anyhow. After the show which was pretty good, "Twice Blessed" and shown in a very nice theater, I walked around some more, had chow at the transient <? mess> then came back to camp. Since coming back have washed up, watched part of a ball game, got a couple cokes and now here I am in the day room writing you. Oh yes took time out a couple of minutes ago to get beat at a game of ping pong. Since leaving the hospital my ping pong hasn’t improved. Marseille is a very disappointing city. It is dirty, old and little or nothing has been done to repair its war ravages which page three seems to be true throughout France. Only here it’s even worse. In many places rubble from destruction of bombs hasn’t even been cleared away. The people here are a very mixed breeds and all nationalities seem to be represented. Here it’s nothing to see white with colored. The color ranges all the way from white <? darky> yellow to black and the filth is everywhere. This is the first French town I’ve been in where there is actually beggars working in the streets. Of course the kids, as always, ask for chewing gum, chocolate, and bon bons. About half the city it seems is off limits but that doesn’t prevent those who are looking to easily find what they want. There are the page four usual dozen or so cafes to every block with their sidewalk tables. Plenty of wine and cognac. Not always good though I hear. Here for the first time in France I see a lot of sailors -- mostly American and French. Didn’t get to see much of the harbor but looked like there was plenty of activity around that part I did see. The army is really here in force. Don’t believe I have ever seen a place so taken over by USA. They have a continuous bus run from this camp into Marseille. Coming down on the train we passed another camp just as large as this one. Heaven only knows how many more like this one they have around here. I know this one makes our <? Ve cto> depot look sick and I used to think we had a pretty big place. page five Well just got beat two more games. I blamed it on the bad lights but it’s really because the other fellow was better than I <by> quite a bit which he knew very well. Guess I forgot to tell you that I received your May 10th letter the morning I left Compiegne. The one with Jois’ letter enclosed. A nice long letter it was too. Guess I should <? bray> a little in that lilly stationary you have been using of late. It’s not too bad. I see you too oppose my idea that they might as well keep their Hirohito. I was not exactly in favor of their keeping the old boy but I was very much in favor of ending the war. Couldn’t see why we should kill thousands more of our men just because we were afraid we page 6 couldn’t handle one man. I really think we can keep a pretty close eye on him. However Japan’s slowness in carrying out our terms of surrender may prove me to be wrong. They still seem to be as cagy as ever. We really will have to keep on our toes in handling that bunch. I haven’t been able to learn for sure if Dan Sweeney ever left for the S. Pacific yet or not. Hardly think they had time yet. If not he is very fortunate and probably will be home this Fall after all. The fellow from Rockford <? Jr> Stoltz has long since left. Don’t know where he is now. Go ahead and send the old clothes. Have no idea what I can sell but think women’s apparel would be easiest. Put a couple three X’s above your name on the outside of the of the package so I’ll know it’s clothes. page seven when I get the package. There is so very little one can buy in this country. Think most any kind of dresses would be suitable. Suppose you would like to know when I am coming home. So would I. <? But> right now all I can say is it will be some time between now and next June. The paper said today we would all be home by next June. That is all those who are going. I’m hoping for a break and home by Christmas. But that is asking for a pretty big Christmas present. Right now won’t even venture a guess. As long as we have waited this long guess another month or two won’t be more than we can stand page eight especially now since it is definite that i will get there someday. Just take good care of yourself and Ronnie so when i do get there we will be able to start off on the next fifty years with a bang. After doing thru all this I’ve decided that now I can live to at least eighty five, so you have a long time to put up with me. Well Ronnie, old boy, how are things with you these days? Hope you and all your little friends are having a good time and don’t forget your Daddy because he is going to be home to play with you and Mommy some of these days now. Bye now all my love to you both, Your Daddy What happened to the justis? ...

Enscript Output Letter from: A. Schonkweiler to: PFC George W. Schonkweiler. August 19th, 1945, Sunday, 10 o’clock p.m. Noteworthy: a friend aerial gunner with 50 missions Hi honey, tis me again and my weekend is practically ended and just as lonesome for my honey as ever. S’posed ’tis love, or what are the symptoms? Or have you forgotten? Ronnie and I took the south shore train to Michigan City, then transferred to the Benton Gargant Bus, where Eleanor picked us up. We had lunch there as it was 1:00 when we got there. Ronnie still remembered Eleanor’s folks. When he saw Eleanor’s mother, he said hi at best and proceeded into the living room to greet her dad with "Hi Uncle Frank. I want you to take me for a speedboat ride." Her dad was busy, so Eleanor took us out for an hour, and Ronnie kept saying, "Don’t go so fast Eleanor", and when we rode the waves from another boat, he said, "Eleanor, don’t do that, you’re making me too page two. much water". He was facing the back of the boat where the motor turns the water into spray. I think he prefers a row boat. Eleanor’s brother is still overseas, but one of his pals who attended Armour Tech when he did, is spending a couple of months here after being discharged with 125 points. He was an aerial gunner and completed 50 missions. He is 27 and lives in Chicago at 82nd and something. Eleanor said when he first came up to stay with them, he was so shaky, he had to hold a cup of coffee with two hands and would walk in circles and so on . Even now, I noticed he’s always on the go. While talking, he’ll swing a fly squatter back and forth and so on. His mother said he was even worse when he first got home. Her cousin, 23, is also here for a visit. The one is tall and dark, the other tall and blonde. The blonde is a 4F and is an orchestra singer. Page 3. For dinner last night, there were eight of us as her uncle, who is about 36, also lives here. We had a delicious meal of fried chicken, potato salad, fresh green peas, corn on the cob, beer, coffee and apple, or blueberry pie. After dinner, we had a glass of port wine, then dressed went to the dance. While there, we each had two glasses of sour wine, and by 12 o’clock, we stopped at the house for a minute and I decided not to go back to the ance, as I didn’t feel very well. Eleanor wanted to go back, but I went to bed, so she did too. They danced until 2am, so you see I was a very good little girl. I just can’t get in the mood for entertainment while you’re gone, but don’t suppose I should feel that way as you go to shows and so on over there. This morning, Ronnie and Eleanor’s mother went to church while we ate breakfast. Catholic Church is held in the dance hall every Sunday. Of course, Eleanor’s folks aren’t page 4. Catholic but go anyway once in a while. I wanted to go to another church today as President Truman set today aside as a day of prayer, but guess I can pray as well on my own anyway. Eleanor and <? Vy> (her sister) Ronnie and I went swimming at Lake Michigan from 11:00 to 4:00 today and I think I got a bit of sunburn, especially my face, back and thighs are pretty sore. Ronnie just had a wonderful time in the water. Even got down on his tummy and tried to paddle with his arms and feet. He also played with other children while there. After our swim, we came home and Ronnie had a short nap while we bathed and dressed. Then we dressed him and went to My Koloma restaurant to eat. Had a nice meal of rib roast, mashed potatoes, corn, shrimp cocktail, pickles, beets, pear and lettuce, and cottage cheese, salad, iced tea, coffee with tooty fruity pie. Not bad Page 5. And only $1.50, which Eleanor insisted on paying. After that, we all went to the show to see "It’s a Pleasure" with Sonya Hennie and Michael O’Shea, then later had ice cream sodas and came home at 9.30. While taking a bottle of ink out of the desk tonight, it spilled all over my dress and the scarf on top of the desk. It wasn’t my fault, however, as the top was loose and when I picked it up, that was the end. I washed the dress in Linco and milk and actually got all the ink out. I’m sure lucky at that. Eleanor’s house is really a dream inside now. Maybe we, (you and I), can come up so you can see it yourself next summer. The whole interior is new and out of five upstairs bedrooms, they’re made three large ones. Eleanor’s room is about 12 by 24 feet and she has all light, modern furniture, twin beds, Venetian blinds, (4 windows), quilted chintzy drapes, and bedspreads. Well guess I’ll say goodnight now and sweet dreams, darling. All our love, always mom and running. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler August 22, 1945, Wednesday 8.30 a.m. Darling, Was just too sleepy last night to write, so we’ll try to make up for it this morning. We got up at Gladys’ around 8:30 yesterday, had breakfast, then Dick went back to cleaning his dad’s garage where he left off the day before. Gladys says he’s quite ambitious since he’s been home, and she’s even had him scrubbing floors, bathroom walls, and so on. Gosh, honey, will you do that for me? Page 2. We had lunch about 3:00, and I left around 5:45. They said they’d be in Chicago sometime before he leaves. They’re going to a lake near La Porte, Ind. for a week while he’s home. Dick gave me two portrait attachments for my camera, and luckily one of them fits, and he said to keep the other as it might fit the one you have over there. He brought cameras for both himself and Gladys and they are beauties with carrying cases and all. He also brought Parker, Eversharp page 3 pens, and pencils, and so on. He claims he didn’t receive any letter requesting film from you, and that if he had, he could have sent you some. He did get your letter about perfume, but he said they had been unable to get perfume since January because of a shortage of extracts. Dick has a shrapnel wound in one arm, and Gladys says all he would tell her was that a mine exploded, and a piece hit him. And she also said he had been under fire while delivering supplies and had page 4 spent more time under the trucks than on top. He has two battle stars on his ribbon, but he didn’t say what they were for. Ronnie is sitting beside me eating his breakfast of egg, toast, milk, and sliced fresh peaches, and just said, "Mommy, don’t forget to tell Daddy to bring a Christmas tree". That’s twice he said that. I hope his request is fulfilled -- and how! When we got home at 6:30 last night Mrs. Page asked if Ronnie and I had eaten and page 5. as we hadn’t, she asked us to eat supper there. We had pork sausage, potatoes, gravy, peas, tomatoes, coffee, milk, and homemade cake. It certainly was nice of her, as I was so tired and didn’t have anything in the refrigerator to eat, except a few eggs. Ronnie just told me that when you come home, he’s going to give you a "block buster". (Guess you’ll have to wait to find out what that is.) In fact, I may even reward you with one myself. Page 6. At the table while eating yesterday, Ronnie looked at Dick and said, "I’m glad you’re home, Uncle Dick, and maybe pretty soon my daddy will be home to play with me. Won’t that be nice?" I only wish you’d have been here to hear it, it sounded so cute. It’s Wed. today, and I haven’t had a letter since last Thurs. Here, I was so anxious to get home and I didn’t even have one letter -- fine thing! You must be slipping, or perhaps today I’ll get a half Page 7. dozen letters, I hope! I’m anxious to hear if your status has changed since "V-J" Day. Well, guess if the war were still on and you’d been sent to Indianapolis for OCS training I’d really have had a pleasant surprise. Altho now it is improbable that it will go through as they’ll have no more need for more officers and you’ll probably get home sooner as a PFC anyway. I heard a captain being interviewed on "V-J" Day Page 8. who, when asked what his post-war plans were, he replied, "To get rid of my bars and become a PFC again". Poor frustrated civilian. I thought that was rather clever. In that case your post-war rank will still be PFC. Well, bye now, and lots and lots of love and kisses from your ever-loving wife and son, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Aug. 23, 1945 Thurs. 10:20 A.M. Darling, I’m trying to get your letter written in the morning lately so that I can get to bed earlier at night. In fact I’ve been in bed before 11 o’clock two nights in a row. Isn’t that an improvement? Early two bed, early two rise, etc. Ronnie and I went to Brandt’s to shop at 8:30 this morning. We bought oranges, peaches, bananas, milk, tomatoes, cream, etc. For breakfast we page 2 had orange juice, wheaties with sliced peaches and cream, toast (whole wheat) milk, and coffee. Doesn’t that make you wish you were here? Of all the inducements I offer, it still seems as tho I can’t get my husband to come back. Guess I’m slipping for sure. I had a letter from you yesterday, dated Aug. 14th and said you were going to the Riviera for a furlough. I’m so glad, but guess the Riviera is something I wouldn’t page 3 even try to compete with. I’m only jesting (as you say it) and I know you’d gladly giving it up to be home. -- Or would you? I saw the Pathe news of it and it certainly looks exciting, and also the fact that no saluting or even reveille, must help to make it an ideal spot. Also the beautiful women, entertainment, liquor, nightclubs, opera, etc. Poor me I have to be content with a few page 4 days at a lake. Tain’t fair, is it? All kidding aside, I’m tickled that you had the chance for a furlough, as you need the rest and relaxation, so you can come home all full of pep and ambition. Marge’s birthday is today and I just now started to make her gift. It’s a pair of silk pajamas[,] Pale yellow with a tiny, dainty floral print, trimmed with lace. I’m making a pair for myself, too, so you’ll have a chance to page 5 see them - on me. Both pr. will cost me only $5.00, where if I had bought them they’d cost about $6.95 for one pair. I hope I finish hers by tonight. I did very little yesterday but clean house, as Judy in the 3 days I was gone sure managed to get it dirty. Carpets and also kitchen and bathroom were thick with her black hair, plus dusty furniture. Sure goes to prove that daily cleaning is necessary in Chicago. page 6 This place accumulates more dust in a day than up at Elinor’s (Paw Paw Lake) in a week. Perhaps Glen Ellyn will be cleaner than here. I hope so! Someone once told me I’d never get you out of Chicago or its vicinity and from what you’ve written, guess it’s true, as much as I’d love to go west. - Maybe someday when we retire. Goodbye, now, and here’s just a bit more love for you to store up. Love, for always, Mom and Ronnie. ...

letter from: PFC George Shonkwiler to: Alice Shonkwiler Nice, France 23 August, 45 Happy Anniversary, my dear, This perfume I bought at Grasses about 20 miles from Nice. It’s supposedly the center of the perfume world. The box of No. 5 is the same as Chanel No. 5. According to the guide in the factory, they make the essence of all the perfumes here. It is then sent to other firms for their trade names. They claimed to the prices here were cost. However, I still paid three hundred and fifty francs for each box. The ivory elephant I picked up in a shop near here and is made from pure ivory tusks from Africa. Guess you should have enough perfume now to make you smell like the French mademoiselles for years. Just don’t put as much on as they do at a time. Wes ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler August 24, 1945, Friday 9:50 a.m. Hello, Honey, How is the holiday on the Riviera coming by now? Getting a beautiful tan and nice rest. I didn’t get to bed last night until 12:30 because just as I was finishing my bath, set my hair, got my PJs and robe on, Mrs. Page asked me up for coffee, so I did. Just too tired to refuse. And besides, you know how good it is to have a bedtime snack. Ronnie says he’s gonna page 2 grow to be a big boy (and he puts his arm way up high to show me just how tall). If he keeps on eating like he does he’s bound to grow and that’s for sure. For f course example, yesterday’s menu and he ate as much as I did. Breakfast; orange juice, bowl of Wheaties, dish of fresh peaches, slice of whole wheat toast, and tall glass of milk - Lunch: scrambled eggs and potatoes, tall glass of milk and a banana - dinner: large frankfurter, potato salad, lettuce, two slices of tomato, buttered green beans, page 3 and milk and cookies. Not bad for a little guy, I’d say! Today he started the day with a soft boiled egg, whole wheat toast (with apple butter), dish of peaches and tall glass of milk. Right now he’s in the bathroom singing at the top of his lungs. He says he’s singing the army song. You’ll really get a big kick out of him when you get home, ’cause he sure can pull some fast ones. He embarrasses me at times, but then he’s funny too. I had taught him not page 4 to slam doors, so the other day while Mrs. Sweeney was here, Mr. Page let the door slam, as he went thru, and Ronnie yelled at him, "Mr. Page - don’t slam that door, come back and close it nice." Poor Mr. Page, was his face red and mine too. Of course then I had to give Ronnie a lecture on the matter, telling him he could not talk that way to his elders and that I had the right to tell him what to do, but not he, etc., etc. page 5 I don’t know whether it registered or not, but he said, "Okay, Mommy!" While we were at the lake, Elinor taught Ronnie to put his chest out, (tummy in) and beat his chest with his fist and yell like Tarzan. It’s a scream! Did I tell you that I bought him a pair of bright red swimming trunks? He always hangs on to the top of ’em, as he seems to have a deathly fear of losing them. They only have a drawstring, and I guess they don’t feel safe. I started sewing on the pajamas for Marge’s birthday page 6 about noon yesterday and finished before supper. They turned out beautifully, believe it or not. They’re so dainty, trim with lace, etc. I hope she likes them. I meant to give them to her last night, but Murray came over about noon and stayed for an hour and he said he was taking Marge and her mother to dinner and a show last night, so that was out. I hope she’s home tonight, so I can take them to her. Murray of course, hasn’t worked since "V-J" Day as Pullman Aircraft page 7 closed down then. I asked if he had any plans, and he said "none whatsoever", and also said he didn’t care if he went to work for another year. He told me to let him know if I heard of a job paying $10,000 per year with no work necessary. He doesn’t work much, does he? Personally, from now on, I have a feeling everyone will have to work plenty for any money earned. Don’t you think I’m right? In fact, there are thousands of people, both ex-defense page 8 workers and discharged soldiers looking for work, and it’ll take some time for industry to absorb them all. They’re standing in line at Employment offices now, so when all the boys come home, it’ll be a stampede. I received your August 15th letter yesterday with all the snapshots of you and your French friends. I’m at a loss as to who they all are, however, the three Guilbans, father, mother and daughter, I know of, but who is Bernard and Claude? Is page 9 Bernard, the Guilban son? He’s a cute kid. Peter looks so small to be 15 years old. Seems around here when kids are 15, they’re almost grown up. The snaps of you are very good, and you don’t look as though you’re missing any meals. How you can get fat over there and I get thin here is beyond me, but it’s a fact. Guess I work harder - do you s’pose? This new camera of yours really seems to take page 10 a lot better pictures, than the other. I haven’t been able to get film for ages, so as much as I’d like to have taken pictures of Eda Sweeney, Chuck’s family and also at Elinor’s, I was out of luck. Well, guess I’d better do my dishes, straighten the house and go shopping for groceries and that elusive stuff - meat. Everything is still rationed, except canned goods. Bye, now, Darling and hurry home, Love, Mom and Ronnie ...

Card from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler August 24th, 1945 Initial greeting: I’m missing you. Center greeting: The bloomin’ world’s all gone to pot; I jes can’t smile, you see, ’Cause every day seems longer than it’s got a right to be; The sunshine ain’t so bright as ’twas the skies aren’t near so blue; I guess the whole darn thing’s becuz I’m jes’ a-missin’ you. Love, Alyce (over) Back page: Hye, Daddy, Well, now you know how much I miss you. Aren’t you the least bit thrilled? -- You better be! Ronnie is mad at me right now, because he wants his trains tied together, and he’s not succeeding very well, -- He still likes trains. Believe it or not, he’s rather lost this week as Bobby is still at the lake and Tommy and Johnny won’t come over, because the gal next door chases them away, or bribes them to go home before they get here. Someday she and I are going to tangle. Bye, Darling, and we think and talk of you constantly, Love, Mom and Ronnie. ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Aug. 25, 1945 Sat. 3:25 P.M. Noteworthy: Mom and Dad’s anniversary is August 28th. Hello, Darling, Just about this time you’ll be spending your last day at the Riviera. I had two v-mails dated Aug. 17, today, and you mentioned wishing Ronnie and I were with [you]. Wouldn’t it have been ideal if they’d sent us over there for your furlough? After all why should all these French girls get all the breaks? Such is life for the poor little girls back home. Each day just another day page 2 of waiting for that certain guy to come home. Murray mentioned the other day that if we still wanted to sell the house now, he could probably save us some money by having Smith’s handle it as a private deal. Everyone seems to think it’s advisable to sell now. Do you think so? I talked to Mr. Dixon today and he said his brother is coming back from Lincoln, Nebraska in a month, but can’t find a place to live in Glenn Ellyn. He says page 3 everything is 3 to 5 thousand dollars higher in price than they should be. Maybe we should take advantage of the present prices to sell ours and perhaps by the time you return it will be cheaper to build and materials released. I think Murray will mention it in his letter. Would you rather, (if you decide to sell), that Brandts or Chapman’s handle it, or should I advertise on my own and save the commission? page 4 Any special salesman? Galassini? Or perhaps Emil Kuester would. But he doesn’t have as big an office. Would you want one office to have exclusive listing? Another thing you’d have to either send me "Power of Attorney," or else have the documents sent directly to you. This all sounds as though I’m in favor of selling but it’s not that (as it would be simpler to stay here), but just that if property goes down, page 5 we’d just be out a neat sum. I’ll abide by your judgment, however, as you know more about this business than I. I stopped at Hayes’ for a few minutes last night and she gave Ronnie and I some ice cream and cookies. At 7:30, we left, as I wanted to stop at Jostes. As luck would have it they weren’t home, as newspapers, mail etc. were all over the front porch. They’re evidently on vacation. At 8:00 o’clock I picked Marge up at her Beauty page 6 Shoppe and we went over to her apt. I had brought her a cake from Erga’s for her birthday, but it seemed she’d already bought one too. Anyway we had 2 kinds of cake, ice cream and coffee. She seemed to like the pajamas I made for her. When she opened them she remarked on the well sewn seams and that she hadn’t seen anything made that well for ages. I couldn’t help but giggle and all of a sudden it dawned page 7 on her I had made them and we both laughed. This morning Ronnie was playing in the backyard, when he rushed in and said "Mommie, Bobbie just came home, can I go over to see him?" Boy, was that a reunion. It wasn’t long before they were bickering as usual. About 11:00 Ronnie and I went shopping for groceries. I couldn’t get any meat at John’s, so I went to People’s Store and lo and behold - meat of page 8 all kinds. I got 2 pieces of flank steak, 1 T-bone, and 1 lb. of beef stew. I have to have Frances Evers over soon, so got the flank steak for "Swiss steak." In the meantime I’m freezing it in the ice compartment. Ronnie and I will split the T-bone tomorrow (Sunday). Don’t you wish you could be here? So do I! The beef stew will be for Monday and will last several days. Ronnie and I ate our page 9 supper at the Rose Bowl Cafe last night. We had each a hot roast beef sandwich (With mashed potatoes and gravy) plus each a side order of spinach and Ronnie had jello and glass of milk and I had cocoanut cream pie and coffee. All for the sum of 97 cents. We had a better dinner ordering this way than the regular meal. -- Boy, I can think of more ways to cut corners nowadays. I’ll be so closefisted page 10 by the time you return, that you won’t even like me. It’s fun to make money last, tho and I’ve sure had good experience in the past 19 months. We still eat all we want and don’t suffer much in any way, but clothes. I guess I was pretty lucky to have a large wardrobe to begin with. Remember I told you about the navy and white dress I bought. The page 11 enclosed tag was on it, so you see I’ll have to "beat the boys off with clubs while wearing it." I’ll have a chance to wear it next Tuesday night, Aug. 28th (does that date ring any bells?), as Marge and Murray, Jim and Martha are taking me out for dinner to celebrate that special event, which happened 2 yrs. ago. Pretty nice of them I think. Of course it’s all Marge’s idea, I s’pose. page 12 She gave me a box of Rinso soap flakes last night, as she had two and as yet soap is very scarce. Another thing[,] the stores have been out of toilet tissues for a couple weeks and I’m completely out of the stuff -- fine thing, I’d say! If one only had a couple Sears catalogs, but they’ve been extinct for years, too. Well, write and tell me your troubles, now. Here’s a bit of love from us to you, always Mom and Ronnie. P.S. Edith Kuester called last night and asked about you, etc. She works for Emil now in his office. ...

Letterfrom: A. Shonkwilerto: PFC George W. ShonkwilerAugust 28, 1945, Tuesday just before midnightNoteworthy: Mom and Dad’s wedding date: Aug 28, 1943 My darling, It is now very near the end of our anniversary again. Just think it’s our second, and we’re still thousands of miles apart. I sincerely hope that this will be the last anniversary spent this way and not only that, we’ll just have to celebrate twice as much for the next few years to make up for it. I hope the time will never come that we’ll not celebrate at all, because to me, that page two would be a sure sign that we regretted it. I sent you a cablegram, and this time I hope you get it, as it seems I’ve had such poor luck sending them previously. It’s funny they can charge all that money and not guarantee delivery at all. Well, all I can say is that I tried to get a message through on this special...

Telegram from: ALICE SHONKWILER to: PFC GEORGE SHONKWILER Aug. 28, 1945 Noteworthy: Wedding Anniversary? DARLING WISH WITH ALL MY HEART WE COULD BE TOGETHER TODAY LOVE ALWAYS ALICE SHONKWILER ...

letter from: Pfc George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 29 Aug. 1945, 6:30 PM, Wed. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Here I am back in Compiegne after a long tiresome trip back from Nice. This time without a layover with the exception of four hours in Paris this morning. Arrived in Compiegne about 3 p.m. I stopped at the office and picked up some 23 letters, 12 of them from you and one from about everyone else. I’ve spent the time since unpacking, reading my mail and trying to catch up with things. Won’t attempt to answer your letters tonight as I have too much yet to do. Will say enjoyed the snacks of you and Claude’s family. Also the letters very much. Take it you didn’t think much of Mrs. Sweeney and can’t say as I blame page 2 you unless of course she didn’t really mean the things she said as you took it. As for her husband being good looking maybe my opinion of men’s good looks are different from most but I certainly wouldn’t say Dan is amy handsomer than thousands of other men. He does have nice looking hair. Maybe all women think their husbands are good looking, I don’t know. Can’t see that it matters much, does it? I know it doesn’t make any difference to me whether he is better looking than I. I know I am smarter than he and I think a better man in many respects. Personally that’s all that should matter if anything should at all. Naturally all I have been hearing since returning are rumors. page 3 I am glad to report so far they are all good but they are definitely rumors as far as I have determined. So I am not counting on them. Where ever, if ever anything definite comes through I will tell you. For the time being I am counting on from four to six more months in the ETO. Perhaps should I get a decent break might make it for Christmas. That’s what I am really hoping for in the worst way. And you can count on it. We would get Ronnie the biggest Christmas tree he has ever had yet plus a lot of other things for both of you. I guess just being home will be good enough for me. page 4 Well I started this letter early but it’s eleven thirty now. You see the boys said there was a good show downtown and talked me into going. It was very good. Ginger Rogers and Lana Turner in "A Weekend at the Waldorf". One of the most enjoyable shows I’ve seen for some time. I took my laundry over to my French friend and got these pictures I am enclosing. They were taken the Sunday before I left. I took a lot more while at Nice which you will be getting some of these days. Oh yes, nearly forgot I received a package while away too. I’m eating some of your delicious cookies now -- so are the boys. Also the candy and received the films. Thanks very much for it all. Guess you won’t have to send any more film as I must have about 20 rolls right now. Thanks to my trip to Nice. page 5 One of the letters I received was from Betty P. From the way she talked guess I must have written her after all. Also got a very long nice letter from Vita Campbell. She put in another good word for you and Ronnie, a letter from a Capt. Eggie Vroman, remember? Everything seems to be alright and he wants us to come to Denver, one from Forest, Norma, Murray, Mrs. Cauble, mailed last December 12th and one from Sergeant Lane. Also a very nice book about <? aud> from the 95th Division. And there goes the last of the cookies. The boys just asked for an encore. The next time try and send a couple extra. Will you? page 6 Was surprised about Dick’s shrapnel wound. Did he get a purple heart for it? And how many points does he have? Well Ronnie, you just keep plugging away and hoping that Daddy will yet get home soon and maybe I will make it in time to bring you that Christmas tree yet. Now it’s past time for bed as I got no sleep last night at all and very little the night before and tomorrow morning it’s back to work I go. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Aug. 30, 1945 Thurs. 10:00 A.M. Noteworthy: Mom predicts she will have all boys. Hello, honey, I ironed clothes and mended them from 9:00 A.M. until 11:15 P.M. yesterday, so consequently, I had very little to write about. I’m writing early today to make up for it. I called Packard again yesterday and he finally (after I got sort of impatient about being put off so long) told me to bring the car in Tuesday morning of next week. Murray stopped in for page 2 a few minutes yesterday to tell me he’d checked at Smith’s for me about that 103rd St. lot tax for 1943. According to Smith’s they paid the tax thinking it was the Hopkin’s property tax and when they checked downtown no other duplicate payment was made. So, Darling, it seems we owe about $42.00 for 1943 tax. Nice, isn’t it? I told Murray to tell them I still wasn’t sure as to whether we paid or not and that they’d page 3 have to wait until you get home. Or do you think I should pay it now? With the car repairs and touch-up and simonizing to pay for, plus the auto insurance to pay, which they tell me will cost more this year, it’s all I can do to pay for that. It seems I can never get 2 cents ahead of bills. I don’t s’pose I should expect to and be glad I’m not way behind as some soldier’s families must be. I read an article in the Cornet or Reader’s page 4 Digest about war wives who[,] in order to supplement their allotments[,] start gambling and instead of winning they lose all they have plus mortgaging themselves for life and eventually threatened by loan sharks etc., commit suicide. It certainly was a warning and while reading it I was thinking how lucky we are to be getting by as we are in spite of your being away. Of course the money you’ve sent has helped tremendously. Well, it can’t be too long now until you’re page 5 back with us, and even if we don’t have a lot of money, we’ll be the happiest couple on earth. Altho we’re both so used to being more or less independent of the other now that perhaps we won’t like being together. -- Oh, yeah? Perhaps whenever we think of saying or doing anything nasty we can count to 10 and think of something nice instead. My beautiful tan acquired at Paw Paw Lake is peeling. Only my back, tho, so page 6 that isn’t too bad. I have a busy day today, too, as I have to finish mending Ronnie’s clothes, go down to the testing station, as my car inspection is due before the end of August. Then I also have a house to clean and I’m going down to Root Bros. to get some white enamel to paint the kitchen cabinets, trim and doors. I’d like to go down to 63rd, too, to see if I can find a snowsuit for Ronnie. I did want a page 7 black suit [for myself], but guess Ronnie needs his outfit more than I. Snow suits run about $30.00, now, too, and "that ain’t hay." He also needs shoes and some kind of wool suit, too, but suits for him run as high as the snowsuit. Perhaps I can make one, but don’t know where you’d get material now-a-days. Why don’t you hurry home so you can worry with me? All these prices[,] do you think we can afford 3 or 4 more page 8 youngsters? A girl wouldn’t be so bad, as I’d love to make clothes for her. Be just my luck to have all boys. Yesterday was dark, rainy and gloomy, but today is beautiful and sunny. I just went out and picked a bouquet of snapdragons, marigolds, and bachelor buttons from my garden. Very pretty, too! Ronnie of course had to smell them and help arrange them in a vase. S’pose he’ll be a florist? -- I’d like that. Well, it’s getting late page 9 and I have so much to do and very little to say, so I’ll have to bid you "Good Morning" and then "get going" as you say. Guess it’s a good thing for the "boys" that you’re not a "Sergeant." Well, bye, now and I hope you had a wonderful vacation and that it helped your many ailments. All our love now and always, Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: PFC George W Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne France 4 Sept 45 Tuesday 3 P.M Noteworthy: Dad sends a Czech made 38 caliber pistol home through the mail. Dad has it pretty easy. My Dear Alice and Ronnie, Received a very nice letter today. Guess you were feeling a little sentimental or something since it was written on our anniversary. [I] think I told you I spent our anniversary riding a very miserable train back from Nice to Paris and Compiegne. I got even less sleep than I did two years ago and felt very very much more miserable. Well it now seems pretty certain that we will at least be able to spend the next one together so perhaps this time next year all will be well. Today they officially announced discharge for all over 35 which is what I had expected and once again I’m apparently just missing the boat. Any more lowering of the age will get me and I now officially have 60 points so might even get out on that score someday. That is officially down to 80 and I’m sure will be lowered from time to time. We are working on 80 point men now so are pretty well up to date. I believe within another month it will go down to 75 and page 2 possibly 70. And by December it should be somewhere in the 60s. There is still a slim chance that I’ll make it by Christmas[,] who knows. I was very much relieved to learn you had gotten the two packages. I was just a little bit worried about sending the pistol. The pistol is not a luger. It is an automatic 38 made in Czechoslovakia and taken from German prisoners. I have another one just like it which I plan on giving Barney if I get it home now that that one arrived safely. Lugers and German p38 pistols are harder to get and so far I haven’t been willing to pay the price. Although as souvenirs they are more desirable. Glad you like the other stuff. It wasn’t much and you needn’t worry. I’d see that I always have plenty of money on hand. Many problems over here are a very minor thing. It seems to grow on bushes. One just has to be careful and not get caught in the methods of getting it. Right now we are limited to the amount we can send home each month to the extent of two per cent above our pay which means about 25 dollors for me. So until that ban is lifted don’t be expecting too much money in the near future. Right now page 3 I have a little over a hundred dollars and expect to send the limit home in the near future. [I] sent you $75 a few days ago and I have as yet to hear from you about one $60 money order mailed while I was in the hospital. Nor have you mentioned receiving 24 bonds in the last year. How about them? It really was nice to have been taken out by the Holmes and Tostis and it sounds like you ate royally. Even though you do think certain people are a bit cheap. Guess that’s the Swede in him - or is it? You still don’t say much about what either one of them are doing. Or are they doing anything? Believe it or not, yesterday we had an unexpected holiday, Labor day. Only a skeleton crew had to work and I was one of the lucky ones. However, we weren’t notified until after we had already gone to work so the morning’s sleep was already ruined. It rained all afternoon and evening so we had a good long poker game. Loss [Lost], 500 francs. Got it back already today so no loss. In fact there is a slight gain to date. Thursday and Friday I go to Paris and Sunday off again. Not bad for this week. Is it? page 4 I am going over in a little while and mail your package. The one with Ronnie’s toy. Also some more little items. Thought I told you that I had a package waiting for me from you when I returned from Nice. The one with the film and cookies and candy. The cookies were very good so the boys say. I only got a couple pieces myself and that was hardly enough to find out for myself. So Fred has finally decided to get out of the Army. Sounds like they are going to settle down in Washington. Well that’s another stop on our trip out West next year. Must be a nice place at that. Well Ronnie, sounds like you were a big man in letting Mommy go out without raising any fuss. Now that’s what I call alright. Of course when Daddy gets home, guess we’ll just have to take you out with us all the time. Well nearly all the time anyway. Right now though you still are pretty small to be going out all the time. Besides it must be nice staying and eating up stairs with the Pages. I’ll bet they gave you something special to eat. Didn’t they? By the way what’s new with them and has the war’s end affected his job any? I shouldn’t think it has. page 5 There isn’t much more to write about now. We are still working enough to know that we are still in the army and that’s about all. There should be eight in the office here working. Right now there are only four of us around. One reading a book and I’m writing. The other two have work to do. The other four are off somewhere. Two of them to a ballgame, I think. It’s getting so we spend most of the morning working and the afternoon - well the afternoons we just spend. Usual army efficiency demands so many men on a job. My partner is in Paris for two days and I finished his work and mine too for the day about an hour ago. And without too much effort and without using any intelligence. Time to go mail that package now. Think I’ll mail this letter too and so if you get it any faster. So that’s all for now. All my love to you both and hope to see you soon, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 5 Sept. 45 Wednesday 2:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad calculates when he will be discharged from the Army. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Two letters today. Both mailed, Aug. 30th. One from you and one from Murray. Can’t get over Murray writing so much lately and such long letters. I’m really glad to hear from him but I am wondering just what’s behind it if anything. Said he was back at Smith’s and John Mendenhall had my old job. So guess if I had any visions of going back there they are off. Which I didn’t have. Sterling either for that matter. Marge even wrote me a page or two. Said her perfume was very nice. Well something happened late yesterday afternoon that really had us all buzzing. Two special orders came out about 4 p.m. Dividing all G.F.R.C. men by points into categories. All points 44 and under to go to Germany, 44 to 59 inclusive to go to the 19th Depot at Estampe (I was there when I was with Sweeney) for reassignment, where to no one knows, 60 points to 74 inclusive to be assigned with the Depot. Which probably would mean return to the States in November according to the latest dope. That was all fine yesterday because under the new point system I have 60 points. Today, however, there has been <? demialp> rumors and just about everything. The biggest fly in the ointment page 2 being that this order was dated Sept 2 and since the new points from VE Day were not announced until Sept. 3rd <? lithal> by it would mean that the categories would be determined as of the points computed up to VE Day. And that’s not as good for me since I would have only 52 and would have to go back to the 19th for reassignment. So now you see we are right back where we started almost. About the only thing I am reasonably sure of is that it won’t be army of occupation in Germany. However, what the new reassignment from the 19th Depot would mean is something else. Now you have the latest dope. Today no one gives a damn about anything. Regardless of points from VE Day or VJ Day the biggest percentage of HQ’s men are definitely on the way out so they suddenly said, "to hell with it all" and that seems to be the prevailing attitude. Personally if they compute the points from VJ Day and give us all eight points, as they say, believe I will be getting my first real break in the army. As then I really believe, I will be back around Thanksgiving. Not for discharge right away but certainly by the first of the year. Which wouldn’t be too bad. You can guess how I’m pulling. Even though I know I have absolutely nothing in the say of page 3 what is going to happen. Today now a couple of boys got a hold of some song <? flutes>, over at the service club. They started playing them at the office. It soon caught on and now we all have one. You can imagine what it’s been like around here. I’ll send mine home so Ronnie can show you. Well it’s one way to pass the afternoon under the present tension. Murray also said Ray <? Hauss> had rented offices downtown and was going into some kind of supply business. I wonder what that is. Looks like the boys are making the most of trying to get a job before all the returning soldiers get back. Guess you can’t blame them, but it’s a little rough on us. That’s all I can say. Oh well, that just means I’ll have to work a little harder when I do get back that’s all. I’m going to Paris tomorrow for two days. Maybe that I won’t get to go there many more times. Not that it makes much difference. But might as well go while I can. They at least have good beds there. And this straw mattress and wooden slats we sleep on do get pretty monotonous. Besides I’m still trying to find some little thing to send the rest of the family page 4 and it’s really getting to be quite a job. I just about have Norma’s package ready. The first, you see I have a long way to go before I get around to them all, if ever. It’s easy to buy perfume for all the women if I have the money. But the real trouble comes when I try to get something for the male members of the family. I hate to think about even starting on Forest’s family. I think I will close now and probably add a little later in the evening. Maybe some later dope will come out. Bye now. Wes. 11 P.M. Hello again. Just back from seeing a very good GI show. In fact it was the show I came here to be in way back last April. Only very few of the original bunch are left but I will have to say they do have a good show now. I saw them while in the hospital you will remember and there certainly is a world of difference in them now. They have an excellent 14 piece band, some good specialty acts and a couple excellent vocalists. Well there is still no definite news on what is going to happen about the points. Some say they count them[,] some say no. Maybe the next letter I will be able to tell you. All my love to you both,Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 7 Sept. 45 Friday 10 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Back from Paris and for the first time a trip to Paris proved to be boring. So boring in fact, that I went to three shows in order to pass the time. Plus staying in bed until 10 this morning. Paris is really getting better, but [I] think Nice spoiled me. There aren’t near as many soldiers there now and there is much more activity and for the first time I noticed such things in the windows for sale as sheets and candy. Both still are rationed and page 2 very high [in price], but just the fact that they have a little of it for sale is a decided improvement. The civilians are dressed better, too. Especially the women. When I first went to Paris all the women wore a very high hairdo. Often eight to ten inches high on their heads. It looked terrible. Now their hair is coming down - due to American WAC’s influence, I imagine. And they do look better. However everyone still walks around in the most God-forsaken shoes imaginable. All with wooden soles and heels. Nine out of ten are bare legged. They don’t even wear <? paint> <? hi> their legs. I stayed in a nice hotel page 3 and had a private room. Meals in the dining room with music and first-rate service. That part of it makes the trip worthwhile. Of course the army foots all bills so I spent very little money except for a few little trinkets. Tonite I’m so disgusted, haven’t done a thing except win a couple hundred francs at poker. Of course you must know from that that the news is bad and it is. We learned today that the new points will not count towards splitting up the depot. page 4 Which means I will have only 52 and not nearly enough to stay. That means going back to the 19th depot again and God only knows where from there. Looks very much like someone else will have to play Santa Claus for Ronnie again this year now. The depot [personel] is leaving for the States [in] the middle of Oct. So once more the Army has managed to see that I get a bad break. We are to be moved out as soon as higher point replacements can be brought in to take over our jobs. So probably will leave any time within the next two weeks. I’m certainly dreading that. page 5 Was going to tell you definitely not to mail me any Christmas packages and guess I will, anyhow as once I start moving around again it means my mail will be messed up too. I probably wouldn’t get it anyway. So if you must mail something only make it cookies or some such thing. Then if it never catches up, [it] will not be such a loss. Received one letter from you while I was gone and it didn’t say much as you were pretty <? browned> off at me page 6 for not receiving any letters for eight days. Also at Eleanor Johnson for not writing sooner. As for her that’s your worry. As for me, if you haven’t received any of my letters, blame the mail service from [the] Riviera. I missed writing two maybe three days the two weeks I was gone. I imagine you have them all by now, though and are sorry. Right? How did you come out with the peaches? And where is Aix, France? Sounds like Germany to me. Well, Ronnie if you want Daddy to bring you that Christmas tree you had better start wishing pretty darn hard. All my love to you both and Good nite, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 8 Sept. 45 Sat 4 P.M. My dear Alice and Ronnie, No mail today and no additional news so really, there isn’t much to write about. You will notice I’m finally using some of that stationery you sent me way last winter. Writing paper is something we have plenty of right now. I took off this afternoon with the boss to see the ball game. The ball game is over now and I think the boss went back to work. But I decided I wasn’t worth going back for one hour. Anyhow, I worked real hard this morning and got all my work taken care of so I didn’t have anything to do this afternoon. There really is very little to do. Of course there have been plenty of rumors today - all rumors so not worth repeating. As far as I know the news for me is still bad and I’m due for a little trip to the 19th Depot. Until we actually start moving out there is still hope. And knowing the army[,] realize anything page 2 can happen to change the present set up. So keep your fingers crossed. Finally mailed a package to Norma today. Sent Norma some perfume. Claudette[,] a bag like I made for you, Wayne a watch fob and some French money, Carol some wooden shoes and Joan a couple handkerchiefs. Barney just about got left out. It’s practically impossible to find anything for men here. Hope he doesn’t feel slighted. Think I’ll tackle Dad and Forrest’s family next. But probably won’t be able to get something for all of them. Claude’s family is going to be tough too. Had sorta planned on going out to this village for another black market <? meads> again tonite but the weather looks like rain and besides don’t exactly feel up to it so will probably wait until someday next week now. Heard today that Dan Sweeney is now back in the depot in this little town about 20 miles out. So guess he didn’t go to So. Pacific after all. Saved by a hair. I’m writing this letter now because no doubt this evening there will be a poker game until <? wait> late and not page 3 much chance to do much writing then. Since most of us have Sundays off now it’s usually pretty late before we all go to bed on Saturday nites. Well Ronnie how are you these fine days and do you miss your Daddy very much. How’s that gym set of yours and are you quite an acrobat now? Also how’s your baseball playing and all your little playmates? You know Daddy is going to be home some of these days maybe so you’d better hurry up and get practiced up so you can show me how good you are when I get there. Now run over and give Mommie a big hug and kiss for me and then have Mommie give you one for me too. And some of these days I’ll be home to do it myself. All my love, Daddy 3 P.M. Sunday Hello, As I expected, spent the evening last nite seeing a lousy show and playing poker. The poker was not so lousy. I made thirty dollars. Don’t know what good it’s going to do me. I have one hundred and page 4 fifty dollars on me now and can’t send it home. I am only allowed to send twenty dollars home this month. It will be along is a few days. We didn’t get paid this month either and that’s about fifty dollars more I have coming if and when. Can’t remember if I told you or not but for some very mysterious reason the French gov’t all of a sudden decided to pay all American soldiers in France 850 francs a month. We received the first month’s allotment today. Not bad at all but it seems damn funny to me that the French ever consented to giving us anything. Anyhow I’m getting a total of $81.20 per month now. So you see I get a Sgt’s pay even though I’m only a PFC. Of course everyone else’s pay is increased by the same amount so that is no consolation. If the restriction on sending money home lasts I may be getting on that boat with a pretty heavy pocketbook. Although at that it is rumored that the most you can get changed into American money money is $400. Always something to worry about. Boy there are some men around here who have plenty more page 5 than that right now. Especially some of these lucky crap shooters. There is a crap game going on every night next door that really runs into the thousands of dollars. And I’m not kidding. Personally, I stick to poker. Although it’s fun to watch once in a while. Received one letter today. The one with Rosen’s letter enclosed. Certainly glad to hear he and Rogers pulled through alive. I hadn’t heard from either one since way last winter so had wondered about them. Sounds like he is doing all right now. At least he is back in the States and I hear now that the 95th is not going to the So. Pacific so guess they are all pretty happy about it. It rained practically all last nite and today hasn’t been much of a change so you can imagine how much I’ve done. Most of the boys in the room have had to work today so I’m mopping around alone. Took my laundry over to my French friend and she gave me a French kiss for bringing her an English French dictionary from Paris. Bet that you are jealous now for sure. Her old man was right there so guess you needn’t worry. She page 6 also gave me a couple nice ripe tomatoes. The tomatoes alone were worth the trouble and the small cost. They are really nice people and a very easy outlet for all my excess commodities. By the way did I tell you that since GIs are leaving France so fast practacally everything has gone up. We now get 75 francs for cigarettes and laundry soap, 25 francs for gum and candy, and etc. With an extra ration once in a while that also helps our income considerably. There are plenty men over here making more money than they have ever made before in their lives and possibly ever will again. The spoils of war one might say I suppose. [I] Would much prefer working for my living back home, but "while in Rome, do as Romans do" or some such foolishness. Guess it’s time to go now so until tomorrow that’s about it. All my love and don’t pay too much attention to those bad dreams. It doesn’t pay. Love, Daddy ...

letter from: Pvt George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 10 September 45, 10:30 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad expresses bitterness about his situation which has driven some "nuts". Dearest Alice and Ronnie, A little late tonight much to my sorrow. Have been playing poker and since my luck completely deserted me all of a sudden. I have lost for a change. Decided I had lost enough, so quit and now will finish the evening writing to you. [I] received two letters from you today both mailed Sept. 4th and one from Al Evers - who is now a T4. I guess he really got a tough break about coming home but hell have been getting tough breaks for two years now so he shouldn’t kick. Besides it looks like I am still getting them and don’t have any Sgt’s stripes to console me either. He is at Oryx, France as you know, which is someplace near Marseille. As near as I can figure out, we both were in the same camp at Marseille at the same time. Certainly would have been a coincidence if I had run into him, wouldn’t it? He talks like he has a good deal there now and I know Southern France is nice so I guess he has. page 2 There isn’t much new here except they are already sending men out from HQ Co. [I] don’t know how much longer I’ll last. I’m at a point where I don’t give a damn. I’ve taken so much now that I figure I’m just about <? survivance> to the worst the Army can dish out. That is if I don’t go nuts first like one of the boys here in our room has done. We have a pretty sad case here. The Sgt, you remember the one about my age or a little older, married no children and not too true to his wife, but not too bad either. Well while I was on my vacation he went on a bender and has never recovered. That’s over four weeks ago. We think he has lost his mind, plus drinking heavy and possibly using narcotics although we can’t prove it. We’ve done what we can for him in the room. [We’ve] Tried to get the CO interested without any success to date, tried to get him to the Doctor and many other things but still no success. Right now he is really a sad case. Something is bound to happen soon now. The worst is he is page 3 eligible for discharge on age now. Should go home in a very few weeks if he is able. Well that’s just one case of what four years in the army can do to a person. Doesn’t sound like you had a very exciting Labor Day. What is wrong with the car anyway? Or has it been fixed by now? So Ronnie has some extravagant ideas. Such as a new pair of shoes occasionally. Perhaps we will be able to buy him an extra pair or two someday at that. Plus a few other things for all of us. I’m pulling with all my might to make it by Christmas but if I were you and Ronnie, I wouldn’t count on it too much. Right now my chances look pretty slim much to my sorrow. However, I’m still hoping for that first real break from the Army. Maybe I’ll get it yet! Now all my love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 11 Sept. 1945, 4 P.M. Noteworthy: Lots of speculation about going home. My dear Alice and Ronnie, Starting this at the office again as I have declared a truce at work for the day. And I mean work for a change. I have been going since 8 A.M. without a break. That’s nearly too much. No letters today except a nice long one from Norma. Nothing much in it except the kids are preparing to go back to school, and she wants us to come out when I am discharged and before I return to a civilian job. They are bound and determined to get some of us out there yet. Don’t know whether I’ll be interested in doing much traveling after I finish my next long journey or not. Anyhow I’m only thinking about one at a time. I really don’t have much new work to do but we have to go all through our files here and discard all but certain correspondence. Since the job has to be done by Sept. 1st [? Oct. 1st] and starting early and doing a little each day. That way I hope to avoid any last-minute rush should I happen to still be here then. The chances are though I’m just doing someone else’s work for them. It won’t be the first time. page 2 There are still many new rumors today but nothing concrete so I’m about to the point where I’m going to quit listening to them. If I were to believe the Stars and Stripes it won’t be so bad regardless. According to that "News Rag" we will all be home by the first of the year. As of now if I make it by then will feel pretty lucky. The next few months should certainly tell. I believe I am definitely out of the category of any occupation duty so believe I will definitely be there sometime in the next four months. Think you can wait that long[?] There certainly isn’t much to write about around here these days. Our life is so routine and monotonous that it actually stinks. We do the same thing day in and day out. Go to the same Red Cross movie always with the same men. Eat the same tasteless food until sometimes I wonder if any of us are really living. There certainly is a huge waste of manpower here now. But then that has never been anything new in the army. Of course we can’t all go home at once but it’s awfully easy to forget that sometime. In the new point set up, looks like I’ll end up with 59. As we don’t get a blanket 8 since page 3 VE day as reported. It is recomputed from the day of induction and that makes me lose one point. As far as staying with the depot it really doesn’t matter I guess. However we all expect most any kind of a change momentarily so again I’m just going to start relaxing and let the army take its course. Seems I’ll be stuck for a few months more anyway I look at it. The weather here is still warm in days and comfortably cool at nite but lately we have been having a little rain. At least this fall I won’t be living in a pup tent somewhere in muddy French fields like last fall. When I look back now to those days I wonder how in hell I ever went through it. Of course I was considerably tougher physically then than now. At that it was rough. Just proves one never knows how much he can really stand until he actually has to. Then usually we are surprised. Well my dears, may add a little more later. Right now I have a few minutes before five to digest the evening paper which just came in. Oh yes we get an edition of the Paris New York Herald Tribune here each afternoon just like back home. Wes page 4 9 P.M. Just back from seeing Bud Abbott and Lou Costello in the "Gay Nineties." Not a very good show but then it did take up a couple hours. Stopped on the way back at the Coda Club for a couple <? coc’s> and now here I am. The boys are waiting to start a poker game so it looks like that’s the way I’ll finish the evening. Certainly hope my luck is better than it was last nite. Flash - latest rumor. All men frozen to the depot. Strictly a rumor so don’t get excited. We average at least one per hour. This just happens to be the last one. Flash, flash! The latest - Depot not going home until Feb. Now who and hell wants to stay with the depot. And so it goes. No wonder I’m slowly going crazy. Well good nite my dears. And have a little more patience. You know I have to whether I want to or not. I’m still in the army. Now all my love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 13 Sept. 45, 4 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad is bitter and disgusted about not being sent home and quite cynical. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Taking a few minutes off from work again to let you know I’m still alive but kicking. My mail has been very light the past few days but I did receive a letter from you dated Sept. 5th. And for some reason lately your letters are taking a few days longer getting here. Really sounds like you did have a busy week last week with Gladys[,] Dick, Elsie and all. Has Dick left yet and what to or did he know? Is Elsie’s husband going to get out very soon? Nothing new on my status so guess had better drop it at that because I’m pretty disgusted with the whole thing. Well I’m still waiting for those dresses. Don’t worry about sizes[,] kinds etc. They can use anything over here. Although for the life me, don’t really know what I will do with me money since we can only send home now the amount we are paid. Of course I can always bring it with me if I ever come home. But I’d better not get started on that again. When I think about everyone being home and going home and me being page 2 stuck here for months yet in all probability[,] I boil. I don’t remember if I told you that I finally got Norma’s package mailed to her. Certainly hope it doesn’t take that long to get something off to the rest of them. [I] Understand we are finally going to be paid tonite. Only two weeks late. Not that it makes any difference to me, as I have over a hundred dollars now that I don’t know what to do with. But it’s a typical example of usual army efficiency. Really sorry I didn’t buy Chamberlin out outright, because then I believe I could now get out on plea of necessity to the business or Chamberlin’s health or something. As it is, don’t believe I have a chance under present circumstances. Now if Chamberlin could show the Red Cross that I had bought him out and he is now in no further condition to continue operating the business[,] there might be a chance. Of course if you or Ronnie were to get seriously ill, I could get out too but [I] certainly wouldn’t want that to happen. Oh well maybe someday we’ll laugh at all our present troubles -- Right now it’s quitting time and I’ve put in enough hours at this dump. See you later. Wes page 3 10 P.M. Saw a pretty good show this evening. Edward Arnold in a murder mystery plus a very good Tom and Jerry short. Bet Ronnie would have liked that one. I could almost hear him laughing. I know I got the first good laugh I have gotten for some time. After the show I visited Madame Guethur with some more black marketing. And now I have still more Francs. She gave me a couple very nice tomatoes which will help supplement our lousy food we’ve been getting lately. After this letter[,] a wash[,] shave and [it’s] off to bed. I guess most of the other boys are out to the dance they are having around. Me being a good boy and not caring any too much for dancing anymore anyhow[,] stay at home alone and mind the room or something. Any how I’m here alone except for our practically helpless invalid. [I] Think he’s going home next week (discharge for over age) if he’s still alive by then. He was so bad last nite we took him up to the dispensary. page 4 They gave him a couple pills and back he came. Guess a man has to be dead to get in a hospital over here anymore. And he’s not far from it. I have been fighting a slight cold for the past few days. That plus some new breaking out on my face hasn’t helped my mental attitude any too much. Guess I’ll live through it though. Have so far. One thing I’m convinced of now is I made one hell of a big mistake ever letting them discharge me from the hospital last July. Seems like I just miss the boat every time. Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will be one of just missing the boat. I seem to have been pretty successful at it todate. Enough of all this feeling sorry for myself. I guess I still have you and Ronnie to think and dream about. At that there must still be hope for some kind of a future. Now all my love to you both and goodnite,Daddy ...

Letter from: A. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler Sept. 14, 1945 Friday 11:30 P.M. Noteworthy: on January 26 1946 Dad will have 2 years service. Hello, honey, Here ’tis late again. I should write in the morning because at night I’m always too tired. I waited until it stopped raining this noon to pick up the car, but before I got home from my errands, it rained again and the new paint and simonize was drenched. I sure have all the breaks, don’t I? I still don’t know how much the charge for page 2 the car will be. Dan said I get the bill next month. They sure believe in keeping me in suspense. If it’s a couple of hundred dollars, I think I’ll forget about paying it until you get here. Dan told me the list is $1,000 plus the price of radio and heater, for a 1940 Packard, so perhaps we should sell it and get another when you get home. I certainly dread another winter with all the trouble I had starting it last page 3 year. This afternoon I paid the electric bill $4.60, gas $4.32, telephone $8.60, (including cablegram) and later at Edith’s insistence I went to the Woman’s Club Flower Show. This was the extent of my day, except for coffee, chocolate donuts, crackers and cheese and cookies which I had upstairs an hour ago. I almost forgot[,] I also stopped in at Julia Jostis late this afternoon for an hour to chat. page 4 Her youngest is now 14 months old. Imagine? I saw it last at the age of 2 months. Time sure flies, in spite of it’s going too slowly for me until you get here. She got tired of washing white woodwork in her kitchen, so she had the door frames enameled black and doors red. I can’t say that I like it, but I can see her point, especially when I have eleven doors (on both sides) to page 5 wash continually. The next house I live in is certainly going to have varnished woodwork - that I know. At least all doors. I’ve had enough of this unnecessarily scrubbing. Ronnie and his pals do a good job of fingerprints - always. I’ve only had one letter in more than a week’s time. Are you slipping? Or just tired of writing me? Should I stop too? I’m only joking, as I suppose the mail is held up or page 6 something. Maybe I’ll get some letters in the morning -- I hope so, anyway. no more news of Army discharges, so I s’pose you’re slated to stay at least until Jan. 26th, when you’ll have 2 years service, which should make you eligible. I’ll have to close now as it’s still raining and I’m very sleepy. Sure is gloomy weather. Good night and our love, always, Mom and Ronnie ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 15th Sept. 1945 4 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad is in a low state of mind and wonders if his home and family are real. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Received a very nice long letter from you today. In fact 22 pages of a very nice letter. It was about time too. Didn’t get anything yesterday and in my present low state of mind it doesn’t take much to make me feel like the last rose of summer. And I mean the last rose. I officially received my 59 points today. What the loss of one point may mean is still very problematical. But I know I would feel much better if I had received that extra point. Don’t know whether I told you, don’t believe I have it was such damn bad news, but a couple days ago all men in the depot were frozen to the depot unless they had 80 or more points. And it was reported that our commanding officer had made a deal to keep the depot here until the last of next February. Hence my very low mental attitude toward life as a whole lately. Officially we know nothing other than the <? perseval> mentioned are frozen. Now today a new strong rumor comes out that the Feb. deal has been changed and now we are to return earlier and set up a redeployment center back there. You see we are very much up in the air about the whole thing and about the only thing I can tell you that I know to be a fact is page 2 that I do have just 59 points and not near enough for any quick discharge apparently. Looks like my only chance is to have the age limit lowered and then if they stuck two years in the service it wouldn’t be until Feb. The fellow working next to me - my immediate supervisor I guess, and I are going to the village for a decent meal this evening we hope. Our chow has not been up to par lately and I’m finding it rather difficult. Even though my present weight doesn’t justify my statement. With no exercise it doesn’t take much ice cream to put on weight. Last nite I ate a whole canteen cup full and that’s getting to be a habit. How do you like this new pen I’m using? You will remember some time ago I got a new Schaefer Life pen. The damn thing never did write well, so I put in for another one. My name came up this week and this time I got a rather inexpensive Waterman. You see we take what we get. It isn’t like buying what you want or page 3 making a choice like you do back there. Right now though I wouldn’t trade this Waterman for the Schaefer. It is doing alright. I also got another cigarette lighter. Now have the two best made a Ronson and a Zippo. Lighters probably don’t mean much to you but over here anyone without a lighter of some kind sometimes find[s] it pretty difficult. Not as much now as it was about a year ago. I really have three because I also have some foreign make lighter that I’m keeping for a souvenir. Well - I have to spend a little money somewhere. I can’t send the stuff home. I have over two hundred dollars in my pocket right now. Like to have some? I’d like to give it to you, but I don’t just know how I’m going to get it there unless I bring it and I don’t think that’s going to happen any too soon. We’ve been working pretty hard this week weeding out all the oldest correspondence in our 20 L file. A job that doesn’t have to be finished until Oct. 1st. We have about page 4 one half day’s work and then we’re done. After that I guess we’ll go back to working a couple hours and playing the rest. [We] Have a balcony just outside of our office here. We are on the second floor. The other fellow from Chicago here, Robert Stapp, and I had a few games of handball out there this afternoon. Of course we had to use an old broken-down ping-pong ball as a hard ball but I was able to show him a sample of what I used to be like on a handball court. Oh yes we managed to get through the day. We have a number of little games we play here to help pass the time along with our daily paper ball fights. Even have inter-office baseball games using a newspaper for a bat[,] a slightly dented ping-pong ball and tables or desks for bases and out -of-bounds example. Don’t you think the army is putting its huge manpower to good use. At least the fellows in our office stay on the job most of the day. That’s more than most of the other fellows in the other offices do. they just take off or don’t show up at all. page 5 Sunday 3 P.M. Hello Well you see I skipped finishing this last nite. We did go out for our meal last evening and had a very nice one again. Starting with pea soup then a very large dish of tomato salad. With some kind of oil dressing veal chops French fried potatoes French bread beer and white grapes. Now I know all that doesn’t sound like much to the fare you have on special occasions but to us that is a real feast. We caught a ride out on a 2 1/2 ton truck and came back in a weapons carrier. Made good time both ways and was back in town in time to see a pretty good show - Back to Bataan I think its name was. The French moved their clocks back an hour last nite so after the show we spent the extra time at a casual hand or two of poker. This morning I got up in time for lunch and to read your letter mailed Sept. 10th with Catherine’s letter enclosed. You didn’t say anything about Gladys and Dick’s trip in [it] so I suppose there must still be a letter coming to cover that. Tonite I have to be on C.G. that pretty well takes care of today. There’s a baseball game this afternoon which I think page 6 I’ll go see after finishing this letter. As for painting the car at $150 per that sounds a little steep to me. What did you finally do? And what was the bill. I’m still waiting for a letter from Tostis. Haven’t heard from them for a long time. What’s the matter did I make them mad or something. So Elsie Carlson is going to get married (well she waited in a way) or was it because she couldn’t get anyone else. Guess this letter doesn’t come up to your 22 pages one but considering what all I have to write about it must compare favorably. I think by the time I have to stay over here another six months I’ll be down to one page per letter one letter a week. Right now I’m finding it harder and harder every day to get off my usual two pages without missing too often. Not because my interest in you and Ronnie is diminishing but just because. Guess you really wouldn’t understand unless you were over here and away from home so long. It’s getting so I wonder if I ever had a home, wife and little boy. And for now that’s about it until tomorrow. I love you my dear and miss you and Ronnie very much, Daddy ...

letter rom: PFC George W Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 18 Sept. 45 9 P.M. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Well I’ve been to the big city today and back and have now just come back from a show downtown[,] "Duffy’s Tavern." Really pretty good show. Guess you must know by this time that I went to Paris to send you and Mr Chamberlin the telegram that I hope you have received by this time. We can’t send telegrams saying anything we want from Compiegne. The coda air corps base here runs a bus into Paris every morning and comes back that nite at eleven. It was raining in Paris and I really had very little else to do so came back on our regular trucks. They leave at 3 P.m. So you see I made a quick trip of it all. Certainly hope those telegrams do some good and they arrived there in time. They cost me a total of twenty three dollars. That’s one way of spending my money. Received two letters today one from "you-know-who" and one from Murray. Sounds like you and Elsie had a pretty fair time although how anyone can get a kick page 2 out of shopping for five hours is beyond me. Oh yes yesterday I got your big card with the picture of Michigan Ave. I have it tacked up over my desk. My fellow Chicagolin in the office and I google over it practically all the time. Well it’s nice to dream about anyhow. Murray didn’t have much to say. Panned Jim T. a little and said he thought he was going back to his old job with Associates. Guess he is not going to try to get him[self] in at Smith’s. Mentioned in a round about way us going in business together. Said also that he had sold an $8,000 bungalow but was having pricing difficulties and thought he was going to lose it. Thought he would be able to sell five or six houses this winter. If he does he has turned over a new leaf. It seems everyone back there already have their big problems which make my little problems of getting out of the damn Army very magnificent indeed. Boy it must be rough to be a civilian. Well my dears this is kinda short tonite because I still have to write Mr. Chamberlain and tell him what the telegram is about just in case you haven’t. So now all my love to you both and keep your fingers crossed. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 20 September, 45 3:30 P.M. Thursday Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Well I’ve spent a pretty busy morning and afternoon up to now. Am pretty well up to date so we’ll take time off to start this letter now and probably finish it later in the day. Received two letters again today - also two yesterday. So that makes two from you, one from Murray and one from Gladys since writing you last. No it wasn’t Murray’s letter I got yesterday either, it was another one from Eggie. Gladys wrote me on her first day back to work after Dick left for Camp Atterbury. Guess it was pretty hard coming down to Earth. She said they had a nice meal while in to see you and that Ronnie went for Dick in a big way. He’s seeing so many men guess he won’t have anything to do with his old man when he gets there. Eggie didn’t have much to say other than they had moved into a house and it sounded very much like that there may be an <? heir> to the family someday. Although that is pure assumption on my part. However I should think it’s about time. page 2 I can’t understand why my mail is so irregular about arriving there. I am writing practically the same amount as usual. Guess I do miss a day now and then but not too often. Yesterday was also an off day with me. I spent the morning in bed. In the afternoon I went promenading with a couple of the boys. Stopped over at our 88th - BU and saw a pretty good G.I. show. Heard Alphaise Costelen from Metropolitan Opera sing. Very good - he too is a GI. In the evening five of us went out to the village for another meal. We had the usual except [we] had to be satisfied with fried eggs as they had no meat. It was all very good and we get fresh eggs so rarely here that they were almost just as good as meat. We also had a bottle of wine with a meal this time. The whole thing cost us two packages of cigarettes and six bars of laundry soap that we got for free at the supply room just before going out. The cigarettes cost us three francs per pkg. Barter and exchange is a wonderful thing in this world. On the way back stopped at the downtown service club and had a few games of page 3 ping pong and some Cokes. After that back and an hour or so of poker. We do lead a wonderful life, don’t you think? There aren’t even any rumors in the last couple days so have absolutely nothing new to report along those lines. Of course it’s far too soon to expect any reply from you concerning my telegram etc. so I’m just sweating things out. You mentioned sending you money in an envelope. Will enclose a 500 franc note. You can see what you can do with it but I have an idea you are in for a surprise. You see there is no such thing as American money in circulation here So I can’t send that. This 500 franc note I am enclosing is worth a few cents over ten dollars at the established army exchange rate. Actually I think you will find when you go to try to convert it into American money you will only receive about $5 if you can exchange it at all. That is what we have been kicking about. Being paid at a rate that is half what the money is page 4 actually worth on the world market. In other words, instead of me getting twenty some odd dollars that I should draw monthly[,] actually in the real value of the franc, I only get about ten. Now you see why it really is useless to send Francs home and take at least a fifty percent cut. Well see what you can do with this. If you can get ten dollars for it then I will send you more. By the way, I can still get "two for one" here in the exchange for francs. We are now processing six hundred WACS per day through this depot and will continue to do so until they are out of the ETO. A job which will take until way into November. So it’s pretty definite that we all will be here that long. So far haven’t seen any of the WACS but probably will. It’s now ten fourty five P.M. and I’ve seen a show and made twenty dollars playing a little poker with a couple of the boys since starting this letter. So this five hundred I’m enclosing is just a small contribution from the boys. Could send you a hundred just as easily if I knew a method. These pictures I am enclosing are some page 5 of those I took at the Riviera. One batch were all taken from the train on the way back from Marseille. They are not as good as I had hoped for but might give you some idea of what some of the places I saw were like. I have four more rolls being developed at Nice. The man said he would send them to me. Certainly hope he doesn’t forget. Well it’s getting way after eleven now and I still have to shave. So I’m off to my evening chores. How’s my little Ronnie tonite and it sure sounds like he is really growing up to be a big boy. Boy I certainly hope I can make it home by Christmas. Just about have another package ready to send with a bunch of stuff in it. If I keep this up, we will have to open a store. Now all my love, Goodnite, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 21 Sept. 45 10:30 P.M. Noteworthy: In this letter, as in many others, Dad discusses his chances for being sent home. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Didn’t receive any mail today but will write you anyway because you say you are not getting my letters. Guess the more I write the more will get there, eventually. I had a little surprise today. Yesterday I handled Don Sweeney’s discharge papers. Over 35. Today who should walk in but Don himself? He is on his way home through this depot. He will probably be here a week or so then go to an embarkation camp and from their home. He should be home by the 1st of November and out of the Army. Boy what I would give to be in his shoes. He is very happy over the lucky break he got in the war ending in time to prevent him from going to the So. Pacific and seems to be in good spirits. As who wouldn’t be under the circumstances. A couple of the boys just came in from the kitchen with a tuna fish sandwich. Not exactly my idea of a delicious bite to eat but who am I to gripe. We usually take what we can get here anyhow. Had a little more luck at poker page 2 earlier in the evening. In fact so much luck that even after sending you that seventy dollars and the ten last nite[,] I still have nearly two hundred dollars I don’t know what to do with. According to today’s Stars and Stripes 60-point men will be eligible for discharge in November. Me with 59. However knowing the Stars and Stripes I discount it anyway. Besides even if they are eligible it doesn’t mean they would ship in November as we are still sending men home with 100 points. However they may get down to 59 points by the first of the year. Unless our little scheme is successful I don’t believe there is a chance of getting there sooner. I still have my fingers crossed and am hoping that someone will play Santa Claus to me for once. Wrote Norma a letter today and it seems its impossible for me keeping up with my correspondence. I owe just about everyone but you. As long as I keep you some way near satisfied that is the important thing. The rest can’t wait. Well my dears I realize this is sorta short but I just can’t get in the mood for some reason. Maybe tomorrow will bring a couple letters. Until then all my love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 23 Sept. 45 Sun 4 P.M. Noteworthy: Dad’s hopes are raised about coming home. Dad considers going into business with Dick Hacker. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Received two letters today, none yesterday. The ones today were both very nice. One was from you mailed the 17th of Sept. and the other from Dick. He is now at Fort Bragg, N. Carolina. He’s also a T5, or I suppose you already knew. Well since writing you last, much of importance has happened and my hopes once more are raised. It’s possible now that I may yet make it home for Christmas. Probably the most important happening was the announcement that we are to get a flat eight points after all. That makes me a total of 60 points and definitely means I’ll be home at least one month sooner. Because it was announced in today’s S[tars] & S[tripes] that men with 45 to 59 points would be held for doing out forces. Which means many of them won’t to get home until next June. The same paper also announces that they would start sending 60-point men home in December. Since I’m now in that category my hopes have raisen considerably for bringing Ronnie that Christmas tree yet. Notwithstanding all this good news I think I will still go ahead with my application for an emergency return to the States. That is of course page 2 if things have been going right along those lines back there. If successful and I only get out a week earlier it would be worth it, I think. Now you see my morale is about 100% higher for the first time in many a day. And it’s about time too because I was getting pretty damn low. Dick wrote me a nice letter and mentioned that if I was still interested would like to work with me if I go into business. You will remember I mentioned it to him some time ago. I really think he would do all right. I know he’s not afraid to work and has enough sense of responsibility that I could go away at times and know that things would be under control and in complete trust. That’s more than I would be absolutely sure of with some of the others that have mentioned that they would like to go in with me. The only trouble, he probably will have to remain in the army for a while yet. On the other hand, still [I] believe they will release men with two years service with children so he should be getting out in six months. It will take me some time to get started myself so don’t believe that will make too much difference. page 3 Today is a rainy, miserable day. We’ve been playing cards most of the afternoon. I slept all morning. The weather is still usually very nice but quite cool in the evenings. Really, France’s weather is very satisfactory as far as I’m concerned. Of course I missed the worst two months last winter so don’t know how winter really is. Don’t think it is too bad if one isn’t living in a foxhole or a pup tent. And I don’t think there will be any more of that for some time. Now for the biggest and best rumor yet. This is a very strong rumor and still without actual confirmation but it’s very likely to be true. As long as it’s a rumor, I am considering it as such but it could come true. This is it. The depot is to finish Oct. 19th. After that we will close up and go back to the States as a unit. Now if that really comes true, I’ll make it by Christmas with some to spare. That’s the latest and best rumor yet so now you have it. Keep plugging. I’ll make it yet. The articles on building were very encouraging and just lead me to believe more and more that Glen Ellen probably will be a good bet. Glad you finally bought your suit. Too bad I can’t page 4 send you some money to pay for it. But can’t right now. Even though I have it. Maybe I’ll be able to bring it home with me. I see no reason why Ronnie couldn’t take some kind of music or dancing lssons. Especially music. I know it won’t hurt him and I am anxious that he at least learn to play a piano. He apparently likes music so should get along alright. No, I’m not too anxious to sell the house right now nor the car. I’d think we will need both for a little while yet. I can understand your ideas about it but guess you can stand it all a few months more can’t you? Maybe someday we will both get everything we want. Guess we have waited long enough for a few of the better things of life. Well it’s chow time now so guess I’ll send you and Ronnie all my love and perhaps some time in the next three or four weeks can give you some definite information on coming home. The Sgt. in this room (the one who went off his <? wit>) left for home today. He was released from the hostipal last nite. Not well but well enough to leave I guess. At least he is gone. Just another non-battle casualty thanks to the Army and a weak will. Love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 24 Sept. 45 3:30 P.M. Mon. Noteworthy: Chamberlin writes letter to the Red Cross expressing hope that Dad can be released to come home and run the business. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Two letters from you and one from Jostis today. One of yours was the Black Hawk picture. The other mailed Sept. 18th. Your picture was pretty good. Looked like you were in the cocktail bar. Now what were you doing in there? I am glad to hear that all of your health troubles have disappeared. Would rather have to stay in the army a few months longer than have either one of you sick enough for me to get out in the discharge. Murray told me the same about <? Juns’> lack of push for real estate. Well I can laugh over here and did. As for me working at nite. It’s very likely that I will be doing some work at nite. However, I usually more than make up for it by the hours I stay home during the day. After all, what is the difference what time during the day it is that I’m home? The main thing I guess is to be there once in a while. Personally though, I’m not crossing any of these bridges until I come to them. Right now I have a bigger one to cross via boat. I received a letter from Margi’s brother yesterday. [I] guess he expects to remain here for some time as his points are below those of occupation troop minimum. It didn’t sound like he minded it too much. Henry Jostis’ letter was a bit pessimistic too and he wasn’t sure just what his future was to be. It sure is tough on those high-salary boys to suddenly find out that the war is over and the bottom has dropped out from under them. Perhaps I’ll miss some of that period of readjustment and job change over. Murray is still not certain he will stay with Sterling. However I imagine he will as he has now been there 15 years, and he likes that steady income even though it isn’t at all to his liking otherwise. Just mailed you and Ronnie another package. This one contains a German helmet and a bunch of other junk. There is [are] two things of one particular item for Ronnie. Tell him to give the other one to Bobby. And if they both then drive you crazy blame me I have broad shoulders. The other stuff you can keep or dispose of as you please. There really isn’t much of any great value. Look carefully thru all the papers because I have something wrapped in practically all of them. I also sent Dad and Julia a couple things. Now I guess Claude’s family will be next. And I’m really dreading that, also Forests’. Oh yes. Your package also contains the holster for a pistol plus the permit. Don’t lose either one. page 2 Well it’s raining again today. It rained all day yesterday. All last nite and now today. And there doesn’t seem to be any end. Some of the natives say this is the rainy season. We’ll see. It’s none too pleasant, I know that especially since we still have no heat. I can’t get any more pens but will send you my shaefer. I don’t like it anyhow and don’t use it. That point will be fine enough for you. It’s a life guaranteed pen. So if it doesn’t work to suit you have it fixed. That’s what I was saving it for. There hasn’t been anything new today along the rumor line. After the big rumor rush of the last three days and we’ve had a chance to think it over for a day[,] it still looks very much like Santa Claus and I are going to have a pretty close race with Santa probably winning by a few days or weeks. I’m still keeping my fingers crossed for some kind of a break that will make it before but am not counting on it too heavily. The depot’s return is still uncertain and if they do it’s not yet certain that I’ll return with them since 516th Co. are not assigned men and may be loffed off when the depot breaks up. You see page 3 there is still much to worry about. My work has suddenly fallen off to practically nothing. I put in about two hours this A.M. and haven’t done a thing since. The WACs we are processing now do most of their own work. We have very few new coming thru now so it’s likely that work will be lighter than ever from here on out. Can’t think of much more right now. Will probably add a few lines more this evening. Thanks very much for the Black Hawk souvenir and I hope I’ll soon be seeing for myself. Love Wes 8 A.M. Tuesday Well this is early the next morning but I’ll still get this finished in time to get off in the regular mail. Last nite played a couple hands of poker. Then we scouted around until we found a stove and spent the rest of the evening putting it up and helping rearrange our room. That kind of lets you out but this early morning writing will make up with it. After raining again all nite it has finally stopped and this morning is nice - so far. Still no news so early in the morning, so that’s all for now. All my love to you both, Daddy Enclosure: letter October 5th, 1945 to: Field Director, American Red Cross from: Lewis H. Chamberlain Re: PFC George W. Shonkwiler, 36902856 Dear Sir: On the 10th day of February, 1944, George W. Shonkwiler made a cash payment to apply on the purchase of the real estate and insurance business at Glen Ellyn, Illinois, owned by the undersigned, including office fixtures, list of customers, and goodwill; and it was Further agreed that I should continue to operate the business and keep up the goodwill until Mr. Shonkwiler is relieved from U.S. Army service and, Whereas, because of the scarcity of office help and the serious illness of my wife (she suffered two light strokes in 1943) I have not been able to give the business the proper time and attention necessary to keep said business in a good healthy condition, and, therefore, for the protection of Mr. Shonkwiler’s interest, his present is urgently needed as soon as possible to reduce his monetary loss and to relieve me of this strain of excessive labor. Thanking you for your kind interest and attention in this matter, I remain Very truly yours. Lewis H. Chamberlin ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 24 July [25 Sept.] 1945 4 p.m. Tuesday. Noteworthty: Army order declaring 60 point men "non-essential". Dad anticipates being shipped home in November. Just finished writing your yesterdays letter early this morning but will start another one, even though there hasn’t been much of any consequence happen today. The Enclosed Order came today but that merely confirms what the S&S told us two days ago. Even that doesn’t prove anything because to date they are still sending men home with 80 to 90 and even 100 points. However, we are catching up fast and it’s possible that by the time Nov. comes they will be close enough up todate with shipping men out on points according to schedule that I may get started some time the latter part of Nov. That will mean still a close race for Christmas because it takes from four to six weeks once one starts. Why, I don’t know but that’s the way it has been working so far. I also am sweating out that other point. There’s been no official confirmation of a flat eight points yet. Until I get it I will have only 59 and definitely fall in the cleanup group which may stay for three to nine months more over here. You see how close I am to being in a bad spot. No wonder my nervous condition doesn’t improve any too fast. It seems my whole life page 2 has been made up of just such uncertainties. Boy, if I ever get home I hope I never have to worry about another thing for the rest of my life. I received no mail today, so that is that. Either you are slipping or the mail service is, must be the mail service because there are plenty others over here now getting very little mail for some reason. The sun is finally trying to come out from behind those clouds the first time in about four days. It can rain in France when it wants to too. We have a stove in the office, also one in our room now so it’s not so bad as long as we can remain dry and warm[,] a little cold rain won’t hurt anyone. Expect to see Basil Rathbone in some kind of a movie tonite. After that probably a game of cards. Exciting isn’t it? Just had a little discussion with Stapp, my Chicago coworker here, about eating joints downtown in Chicago. We decided the Henricas in merchandise mart was pretty good. What I’d give for a nice two inch steak there right now. At least two packages of cigarettes. And that’s not hay at present. BM [black market] price 750 francs ($15). Oh, well, there will come a day. As for now it’s quitting time, Wes . Enclosure: . letter from: HQ GFRC, APO 887 241811A to: CO’s, 3rd, 16th, and 17th REINF DEPOTS. CO’s, 36th, 54th, 98th, and 104th REINF BNS. UNCLASSIFIED RIB 483 priority 24 SEPT 45 FOLLOWING IS EXTRACTED FROM USFET CABLE EX-87447 FOR YOUR INFORMATION AND GUIDANCE: "EFFECTIVE 1 OCTOBER 1945, ALL PERSONNEL WITH ASR SCORES EQUAL TO OR ABOVE CRITICAL SCORES LISTED BELOW, EXCEPT THOSE WITH CRITICAL MOS LISTED IN PARAGRAPH 4 OF OUR EX-84276 OR IN PARAGRAPH 7 OF OUR EX-84881, WILL BECOME AUTOMATICALLY NON-ESSENTIAL AND ELIGIBLE FOR RELEASE (ALL SCORES RE-COMPUTED AS OF 2 SEPTEMBER 1945): MALE OFFICERS (EXCEPT MEDICAL DEPARTMENT OFFICERS) OF ALL GRADES INCLUDING WARRANT AND FLIGHT OFFICERS - 75. MALE ENLISTED -- 70 WAC OFFICERS -- 39 WAC ENLISTED -- 36 THE PROVISIONS OF SUBPARAGRAPH A ABOVE RESCIND SO MUCH OF PARAGRAPH 4, EX-84881, AND PARAGRAPH 7A, EX-84276, AS ESTABLISHES A CRITICAL SCORE FOR OFFICERS AND ENLISTED PERSONNEL RESPECTIVELY. CURRENT INSTRUCTIONS RELATING TO VOLUNTEERS ARE AMENDED TO THE EXTENT OF PERMITTING PERSONNEL WITH ASR SCORES EQUAL TO OR ABOVE THE CRITICAL SCORE ESTABLISHED HEREIN TO VOLUNTEER FOR CONTINUED SERVICE. INSTRUCTIONS RELATING TO VOLUNTEERS FOR PERIODS OF TIME LESS THAT THE DURATION PLUS SIX MONTHS ARE NOT EFFECTED HEREBY. CURRENT INSTRUCTIONS REMAIN IN EFFECT REGARDING RELEASE AND DISCHARGE OF ADDITIONAL PERSONNEL MADE ELIGIBLE BY THIS MESSAGE. EFFECTIVE 1 NOVEMBER 1945, THE PROVISIONS OF PARAGRAPH 1 ABOVE ARE CHANGED TO REDUCE THE CRITICAL SCORES FOR ENLISTED MEN TO 60 AND FOR ENLISTED WOMEN TO TO 34. HIGH SCORE MOVEMENTS TO THE UNITED STATES IN OCTOBER AND SUBSEQUENT THERETO MAY CONTAIN MALE OFFICERS (EXCEPT MEDICAL DEPARTMENT OFFICERS WHO WILL BE INCLUDED IN HIGH SCORE MOVEMENTS IN ACCORDANCE WITH THEIR ELIGIBILITY FOR RELEASE AS DETERMINED BY THE APPLICATION OF THE PROVISIONS OF PARAGRAPH 5, BELOW, WITH ASR SCORES OF 75 AND ABOVE AND WAC OFFICERS WITH ASR SCORES OF 39 AND ABOVE. SUCH PERSONNEL WILL BE LISTED ON SEPARATION CENTER ROSTERS. IN NO EVENT WILL OCTOBER OR NOVEMBER SHIPMENTS CONTAIN MALE OFFICERS WITH ASR SCORES OF 74 OR BELOW OR WAC OFFICERS OF 38 AND BELOW, EXCEPT THAT WAC OFFICERS WHO ARE ELIGIBLE FOR SEPARATION BECAUSE OF THE SEPARATION OF THEIR HUSBANDS MAY BE SO INCLUDED. IF OCTOBER AND NOVEMBER QUOTAS CANNOT BE FILLED USING THESE CRITICAL SCORES, MAJOR COMMANDS WILL REPORT THE UNFILLED POSITIONS THEREOF TO THIS HEADQUARTERS FOR REALLOCATION. IT IS STILL DESIRED THAT PRIORITY BE GIVEN IN ALL SHIPMENTS TO THE OUT MOVEMENT OF THE HIGHEST, HIGH SCORE PERSONNEL. EFFECTIVE 1 OCTOBER 1945, MEDICAL DEPARTMENT OFFICERS WITH ASR SCORES EQUAL TO OR ABOVE THE FOLLOWING SCORES, OR WITH AGES EQUAL TO OR ABOVE THE FOLLOWING AGES, OR WITH OTHER CRITERIA LISTED BELOW WILL AUTOMATICALLY BECOME NON-ESSENTIAL AND ELIGIBLE FOR RELEASE (ALL SCORES RECOMPUTED AS OF 2 SEPTEMBER 1945): MEDICAL AND DENTAL CORPS OFFICERS WITH ASR of 80, OR AGE 48 TO NEAREST birthday. MEDICAL AND DENTAL CORPS OFFICERS (EXCEPT THOSE WITH ABC or D 3152; AB or C 3303) WHO ENTERED ACTIVE MILITARY DUTY PRIOR TO 7 DECEMBER 1941. MEDICAL CORPS OFFICERS WHO HAVE PRIMARY OR SECONDARY MOS LISTED IN SUBPARAGRAPH B ABOVE AND WHO ENTERED ACTIVE MILITARY DUTY PRIOR TO 1 January 1941. VETERINAR. CORPS OFFICERS WITH ASR OF 80, OR AGE 42, NEAREST BIRTHDAY, OR WHO ENTERED ACTIVE MILITARY DUTY PRIOR TO 1 JANUARY 1941. MEDICAL ADMINISTRATIVE AND SANITARY CORPS OFFICERS WITH ASR SCORE, 70, OR AGE 42 TO NEAREST BIRTHDAY, OR WHO ENTERED ACTIVE MILITARY DUTY PRIOR TO 7 DECEMBER 1941. NURSES WITH ASR SCORE 35, OR AGE 35 TO NEAREST BIRTHDAY, OR MARRIED, OR WITH DEPENDENTS UNDER 14 YEARS Of AGE. PHYSICAL THERAPISTS AND MEDICAL DEPARTMENT DIETITIANS WITH ASR SCORE 40, OR AGE 40 TO NEAREST BIRTHAY, OR MARRIED, OR WITH DEPENDENTS UNDER 14 YEAR OF AGE. page 2 THE PROVISIONS OF PARAGRAPH 5 ABOVE RESCIND SO MUCH OF OUR EX-84880 and EX-85395 AS RELATES TO THE PRIORITY FOR THE SELECTION OF MEDICAL DEPARTMENT OFFICERS. MEDICAL DEPARTMENT OFFICERS WILL CONTINUE TO BE SELECTED ON THE BASIS OF 60 POINTS OR 24 MONTHS OVERSEAS, BUT INSTEAD OF GIVING PRIORITY TO FIELD GRADE OFFICERS WITH ASR SCORES OF 100 OR ABOVE, AND TO COMPANY GRADE OFFICERS WITH ASR SCORES OF 85 OR ABOVE, PRIORITY WILL NOW BE GIVEN TO NON-ESSENTIAL MEDICAL DEPARTMENT OFFICERS (AS DEFINED IN OUR EX-86213) IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE CRITERIA LISTED IN PARAGRAPH 5 ABOVE." USFET CABLE EX-84276 REFERRED TO ABOVE IS CONTAINED IN TWX THIS HQ DATED 8TH SEPT 1945, CITE RSAG-2092 AND USFET CABLE EX-84881 REFERRED TO ABOVE IS CONTAINED IN GFR CIRCULAR 142, DATED 11th SEPTEMBER 1945, CITE RIB 483. (signed) DAWLEY DISTRIBUTION: "E" (Handwritten note) Nothing has happened tonite except a rotten show and a little more successful poker. So, Goodnite now and all my love, Daddy ...

Letter from: G. W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France, 26 September 1945. Hi, Thought you and Ronnie might like this: "Drawn by Mandy", formerly of Walt Disney Studios in Hollywood, now another GI living in the same building I’m in. This was drawn from the photo you sent last Christmas. He says to take it to an art studio before you mess around with it any, and have it charcoal sprayed. Otherwise it will smear and rub off. These photos I’m enclosing are some more taken in Nice. I just received them in the mail today plus a letter from Claude and you "In the wake of the news". Thank you very much. page two.Very little news today and still raining. If I get that extra point, andit’s still in doubt it seems, it’s beginning to look more and more asthough I will make it by Christmas. That one little point seems to be theall important thing right now. Guess the Depot will definitely break upthe last of October with 59 points. With 59 points I would be sentsomeplace else probably. With 60 points I would be held for Nov. shipments.Now you know what you have to start pulling for. Love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 27 September 1945, Thursday, 3 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Good news today. Plus two letters from you and one from Sergeant Lans. He also sent me some good news. Seems I am entitled to a combat infantry badge, after all, and he is having it checked up for me. That will mean ten dollars per month back pay since last November, if and when it comes through. The other good news is that my 60 points are now official and believe without much doubt I’ll bring Ronnie that Christmas tree after all. It’s now rumored that all 60 point men and over will be sent to a port of embarcation when this depot breaks up, last of Oct. If that is true and we are not delayed too much could even make it by Thanksgiving. How is that for a good thing? Saw Dan Sweeney over at the Red Cross this morning while there for coffee and donuts. He is due to leave this week or first of next week. Said he would call you when he got home. This morning when I saw him, it still was in doubt about the extra point so I told him to tell you, if I didn’t get it to definitely give up any idea you might have of seeing me for Christmas. Now it’s all changed and the world looks pretty bright[,] indeed right now we have already lost two men out of our room, the sick sergeant and another man with 80 points. page 2 They claim we are due to lose two more in two weeks. I’ll be after that as we only have six men in the room now. It will soon be down to four and then three, when I leave. That might give you some idea how the boys are leaving. The faster they leave, the better, because then the sooner they will be down to me. With the exception of those few who are working deals, the army seems to be sticking pretty close to the point system now and in my case, at least, that’s to my advantage. Of course there are always those who, fortunately for them, either are working in the right spot or knows the right party and as a result are making it home a little sooner than they deserve. However that’s always to be expected. Received no letters yesterday but did get your package of delicious cookies and hard candy also the next gift for Antonette. I was there last night, a few minutes but she wasn’t home, so will take it over tonight. I’m sure she will like it very much. pretty soon you’ll have me bringing an eleven year old girl home with me. She already wants to come. I sent you another package. This is a long page 3 bazooka shell casing. It has something inside that might interest you. Be careful how you open it. There isn’t anything dangerous about it though. Of course I haven’t received the two boxes with clothes but no doubt will soon. I wouldn’t advise you sending me too many more packages because once I start moving around over here again I don’t expect to receive any mail at all. By no means send anything of any real value. Cookies or something like that would be alright. Oh yes the soap was also nice. Worth at least four dollars. No I can not get American money for my French, not until I get in the boat and then they say only so much. Glad to hear Chamberlin was willing to cooperate. However, unless rumors take a turn for the worse, may hold the application up as I think my points will get me out sooner. Finish getting the necessary information so I can have it available should I suddenly need it. It was nice of Chamberlin to ask you out. What’s this "Fly it" in your letters got to do with things? I wouldn’t worry too much about what Murray thinks the house is worth. We don’t have page four to sell it you know. We can always take his should we decide definitely to sell. Sounds like Jim might have a good thing if he gets in at Wards. At least looks like he is making an effort to find something to do. I guess there will be jobs available yet when I get there. Things don’t move that fast. besides if I go to Glen Ellyn it will be up to me to make my own job. I’ve been able to do that before guess I can do it again. About quitting time now my dears. Probably will add a few lines later. Until then, keep your fingers crossed. Wes 10 p.m. Right after finishing this afternoon Sweeney came in again and we stopped and had a last glass of wine together. He leaves in the morning. Tonight saw a fair show and then went over to give Antonette your present. She wasn’t in but her mother was and she thought it very nice. I’ll probably hear from Antonette tomorrow. Right now have just finished cleaning up for the night and I’m ready for a little shut-eye. All my love to you both look for me Christmas, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 29 September 1945, 3:30 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Saturday afternoon, No mail today and very little to do so there I sit trying to think of something to write about. It gets harder every day. Again there is little or no news, except it’s now official that the depot will start breaking up Oct. 20th and will be all gone by Nov. 15th. It is being deactivated here so that means none of us go home as a unit. Just what they are going to do with us until our turn comes to go home is still very much in doubt. All of us with 60 or more points have great hopes of getting in shipping orders about that time but no doubt I’ll have no such luck. Instead will probably just loaf around doing nothing for a few weeks. The only consolation is it can’t be too long now. My guess, about two months until I start preparing to go home. Just preparing takes nearly a month it seems, so I’ve got to get started in November in order to make it by Christmas. Just a couple of us <? pan> the office here are going out for another <? B.M.> meal tonight. Tomorrow is an off day and Monday and Tuesday expect page 2 to go to Paris for a little relaxation. And if I’m successful in the little deal I have heard about[,] you will be receiving another money order before too long. I have though[t] right along that there would be a way around this latest Army regulations. Tuesday I’ll know for sure. The weather has been very nice here today and it’s typical September weather back home. Nice and brisk in the morning and evening and warm during the day. I did very little yesterday and even less last night. Went over to the Red Cross and played a few games of ping pong. Then back for a little poker. I wasn’t in a winning mood. Lost about 300 franks so quit and went to bed early for a change, 11.30 p.m. Will probably see the show downtown after our meal tonight. So that will be the end of another exciting day and that’s about it for right now. Probably will add more later. Until then how’s my little boy Ronnie? And is he going to be a big man by the time Daddy gets there to bring him that Christmas tree? <? Wes> page three Sunday, 4 p.m. Well here it is another week nearer home and the rumors today are good but still nothing too definite. Besides it’s a beautiful day and all’s well. I am writing this at our new Red Cross building. Have just finished playing about an hour of ping pong. That’s pretty rough on an old man like me. Guess I forgot to tell you, but a few days ago the German prisoners finally finished building a new large one-story R. Cross building for us. Now along with the one we already had our recreational [f]acilities are greatly improved. In the new building there is a very large writing room[,] a good sized ping pong and game room[.] There are five ping pong tables. Those with a number of others around town are now almost adequate. Then there is a third room used for just about everything. In the old building now they have coffee, cocoa and donuts with a lot of card tables. It’s too bad they were so long finishing this building. Actually we are going to get less than one month use out of it. That seems to always be the Army system. Get every thing page 4 fixed up nice and then move out. And that brings me once again to a bit of bad luck on my part. There is now a couple openings in HO Co for assignment. Guess I could have one for the asking. However yesterday an order came out freezing all promotions. So looks like even though I get assigned after all these months I’m still destined to go home without a rating. Once more a case of just too late it seems. Wonder if that kind of luck will ever end. Well we had our black market meal last night and a very good one too. Ride out on a GI truck and back in a Jeep. We had steak -- yes real steak -- a little tough but that was nothing. Some good peas and onion soup, tomato salad and fried potatoes with wine and bread and grapes for dessert. Cost two bars of soap for each. Cost of soap nothing. Great isn’t it? Saw a very good show afterwards. James Cagney and Sylvia Sidney in some Japanese picture [Blood in the Sun]. After the show[,] home and early to bed where I stayed until 11 a.m. today. In fact just got up in time to rush over page 5 for dinner. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, peas, bread and butter coffee and cherry pie. Sounds good and was better than usual but still very GI. And that brings me up to date with the exception I received three very nice letters today which has also helped in making the day much brighter than usual. I think tonight is going to drag a little because I saw the show last night. Two of our remaining six boys in the room are in this day passes. So probably no poker as one of those remaining never plays. The Jew. He’s afraid of losing a Frank or two. So Al Evers thinks the Southern French girls are not as cooperative. That’s not the way I heard it. He must be losing his technique. Or was he speaking from personal experience. Personally I only know what I’ve been told. His 42 points does kind of put him in a bad spot doesn’t it? Perhaps a bit of combat will prove to be a means of me getting out sooner anyhow. If it does it certainly will be worth it. Forrest also writes that he only has 39 1/2 points which page 6 means he is due to stay in the Navy a while yet. Maybe I did right in choosing the army at that. By the way he said that they definitely would not stay in California. They don’t like it. However, got a letter from the Martinsons and they <? ravid> on and on about California. Now I wonder who is who or what is what. Sounds like the Scholes wasted no time getting off to a vacation after VJ Day. The dental business must really be good. Did they say what happened to their two boys? Believe at least one of them was drafted. Well my dears, it will soon be chow time so guess I better finish this up and be getting back. Still plan on going to Paris the next two days. Hope by the time I return there will be some definite news about what is going to happen. You tell Ronnie though, that Daddy’s pretty sure now that he will be bringing him that Christmas tree after all. And that will be pretty darn nice, won’t it? All my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 2 Oct. 45, 10:30 p.m. Tuesday. Noteworthy: Dad talks about being G.I. Joe. Dad talks about Paris. Enclosure: Purple Heart document Enclosure: Rainbow Corner pass Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Here I am back from my successful trip to Paris as you, no doubt, have seen for yourself already. I have two of these money orders. Will send them in successive letters. I was just in time. I got these yesterday afternoon. While I was there an order came stopping it. But they finished the line and that let me in. So I was pretty lucky. Although it did make me sick when I saw the amounts of money those boys just back from Germany were sending home. The boy ahead of me had money orders made out for $5,000. I counted it myself. And he was just one of many. Now I believe all I have heard about the black market in Germany. It’s bad enough here in France. But France is nothing. This fellow told me they were getting 20 and $30 for a package of cigarettes. We are lucky to get 20 for a carton and everything else was selling in comparison. Well, upon returning to Compiegne page 2 found there wasn’t much new in the way of rumors. However, it still looks very much like I may be on my way home sometime in November and that ain’t bad. After chow this morning went over to Peter’s house for a little while. Got to talking to a cousin of his who was very interested in America, politics and many things I enjoy talking about. He finally called a halt for the evening but not before they insisted I come over for dinner tomorrow evening. I am looking forward to it because these people speak English pretty well and are definitely a much higher type French family than we usually meet here in Compiegne. Peter’s father is a doctor and very much interested in political affairs both domestic and foreign. Saw two very good shows in Paris, "G.I. Joe of Ernie Pyle" and Peggy Dunn in "Junior Miss". Junior Miss was a scream. I haven’t laughed so much since leaving home. G.I. Joe came the nearest depicting actual war I have ever seen. However, don’t be misled should you see the picture. Actual fighting is worse, mainly in that more men are killed page three and wounded. And our boys lived in foxholes a lot of the time, not in caves and mud huts like they showed they had in Italy. The rest was very much exactly as I went thru. If you see it, remember that I was a replacement. There are numerous remarks about replacement. I looked and felt just like that when I went up there and we went up in trucks just as shown in the picture. The one difference is instead of being strafed by airplanes, we were shelled by German 88s. This paper I am including I bought in Paris today. I thought the editorial was very good so I am passing it on to you. It really puts it very nicely and just about the stage world politics is in at the present time. The only thing he leaves out the French. And that was probably justified because France really is on the outside. They are just trying to get in the "clique" so far without much success. Received no mail at all in the page 4. past two days. You are definitely slipping or something. Perhaps tomorrow will be another day with a letter or two, I hope. Right now it’s after 11 p.m. and I am getting just about tired enough for bed. Oh yes, am sending my Paris pass. Keep it for a souvenir. You will notice this time I stayed at the Paris [Rain]box Corner. That is the center of all G.I. activity in Paris and quite a nice hotel. I had a nice room with one other fellow on the top floor. I could see all of Paris from my window. The hotel is called Hotel de Paris and is one of the nicer ones in the city. Notice the man spelled my name wrong on the money order. However that was merely an accident and not intentional. All you have to do is cash it. Now all my love to you both and keep hoping. Your dreams should be getting better every day. Love, Daddy. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France, 3 October 45, Wednesday 4 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad discusses conditions in France Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Another day without any mail of any kind. That makes three straight days. Since there has been no change in rumors or news, I am writing this as I have practically nothing to write about. We have spent the day mostly talking about the World Series and football games. I am betting heavily on both Indiana and the Cubs. They had better come in, that’s all I have to say. I pick Indiana to beat Illinois in football and the Cubs to beat Detroit in baseball. And that and when we might go home is all we talk about these days. The enclosed order has been a long time coming, but better late than never. I was recommended for this months ago. It doesn’t mean a darn thing, only as far as the Army is concerned I’vi been a good boy. The fellow Stupp is the boy from Chicago I work with page 2 here at the office. The way things look, now we should go home together. He has 62 points. He has two children, which brings him up in that bracket. He came in the Army about the same time as I but never got in combat. Although he did get 5 points for a battle star. Just another unjust part of the point system. Plenty of men got battle stars and never came close to actual fighting. Tonight I’m going to Peter’s house for dinner. We had a lousy lunch, and I never eat breakfast anymore. We have 4,000 more men to process thru this depot then we are finished. As it is, we have practically nothing to do, and some of the departments are beginning to pack up. Our packing here will be very simple. Most of our files we have already destroyed. What we have left won’t take long to get rid of. Will see you later probably. Time to go now. Love to you both. Wes page 3 4 October, 1945, Thurs. 8am. Good morning. Got in too late to finish this last night, so will get it off first thing this morning. Had a very nice time at Peter’s home last night. Arrived there at 7:30 pm. We started off with a glass of wine in the living room. About 8, we went in for dinner which was served in four courses starting off with a tomato salad, then roast shoulder pork, cauliflower, and french fried potatoes with plenty more wine and bread, a lettuce salad comes in here, then preserved plums of some kind and cookies. Then English walnuts. After that we retired to the living room, where they had a nice fire going in the fireplace, for coffee (very poor grade) and we finished the evening with Cognac. The meal lasted about two hours. There were Dr. and Mrs. Poiri, Peter, and his little brother, and a cousin of theirs. This cousin’s husband is also a doctor from near Belgium. She speaks English fairly well and seems very intelligent as are the Poiris. We talked a little about a lot of things. They were mainly interested in America, our customs, politics, and mode of living. I don’t know but would guess they are definitely of the upper crust in Compiegne. Peter and his brother have private tutors, and they seem to have plenty of money. Although everyone has plenty of money in France, apparently. Regardless of money everyone is very poor when it comes to having material things, such as clothes, good furniture, and so on. But Poiri’s home was page 4 completely destroyed in the war and they were able to salvage very little and have not been able to buy anything since. I took them a few things. The value would be nothing to you back in the States almost, but they acted like I had bought them my most precious treasures. And they are much better off than most people in France. So now you have some idea how conditions are. The fire they had last night they told me was their first this year. We have had fire in our room for two weeks now and it has been quite cold during the evenings lately. Fuel is very difficult to get. Even wood is rationed, and there is practically no coal. We get wood because the Army gets just about what it wants. And what the Army doesn’t get the GI will get for himself anyhow. Chicago [over] Detroit [in] first game and I feel pretty good this morning. If that keeps up, I’ll be some $20 richer in a few days. Now it’s about time to go. Certainly hope I get some mail today, as I haven’t heard from you since Sunday. All my love to you and Ronnie, and keep your fingers crossed. Who knows I might even be home for Turkey, but don’t count on it. Love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 5 Oct 1945, 9:30 a.m. Noteworthy: Dad’s post war plans Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Since I have nothing to do in the line of work this morning, guess I’ll get started on this letter as I missed last night. Saw Margaret O’Brien in "Our Vines have Tender Grapes", an excellent picture, last night. Afterwards stopped at the ARC to listen to the baseball game. Second game and the Cubs lost and I lost 250 francs. After that made a nice comeback at poker, so still am in a very good financial position. Guess it sounds like to you about all we do is see shows, play poker, and so on. You guessed it. That’s about all we do do. At that it gets mighty damn tiresome. 2 PM Well time has passed since starting this. Was interrupted this morning by one of our little inter office within the office baseball game, then the Stars and Stripes, and then lo and behold two letters. The first this week. By that time it was lunch and now here I am back doing nothing in the line of war work. Your letters were dated September 27th and 29th. One told about your trip to Glen Ellyn. So far I have received no word from Chamberlin or the Red Cross. However, if present information is correct, don’t believe I will try to use it anyhow as it still looks now like I may be leaving here for good sometime in November. And any kind of page 2 an application would take much longer there that I think will keep everything when and if I get it just in case the need should arise to use it. Sorry you had such a rough trip out there, but the main thing was that you did make it safely. Your other letter had Ronnie’s snaps. He looks bigger and older than ever in them. Thanks very much. Without the pictures, I’m sure I wouldn’t know him when I do get home. I am in enclosing this German patch some Frenchman gave me also another money order for 100 dollars. This is the second one I’ve sent you in the last three days. I forgot to put one in my last letter as I had promised to do. I have one more for $60. Will try to enclose that in my next letter. This money should take care of all your current expenses and some left over for that bank account you were talking about. Guess we will just about need all we can get if I do get back home in December. That’s a very bad time to start making any money in real estate Really sounds like the building boom is already getting a fast start. Boy, I’m sure itching to get back there and see what a real job is like again. Are those homes being built around us nice ones or just homes? I’ve been having a lot of ideas come to me in my periods of page three thinking over here about our post war plans. Sometimes I wonder if I’m any nearer to a solution. Right now I have a wild idea I’ve been toying with but it’s merely an idea so far. This is it. Since Dick wrote asking to go in with me and I’ve always had the feeling that Murray is waiting for me to come back as he can go in with me too, I’m in a quandry. So I’ve figured it out this way. Go to Glen Ellyn and take Dick with me out there. Then go in business in Roseland where I did have some kind of a reputation already built up and know quite a few people. Take Murray in with me there. If they both should work out, eventually Dick would run Glen Ellyn and Murray would run the office in Roseland. I would run in between the two just kinda keeping tab of them both. And then there is Eggie too. Have sorta of a hunch he wants to come back to Chicago and we have always had more or less some sort of agreement. Now if we could set up a spot for him too that should just about take up all my time watching over the three. And should they all prove successful page 4 would be a "Castles in the Air" dream come true. Pretty wild, isn’t it? Maybe you’d rather I just come back and be a little fellow for the rest of my life, maybe making a comfortable living, and being like the other millions of average citizens. I suppose in the end we’ll be lucky if I end up being just that but anyhow I can dream and that’s part of what I’m dreaming about at the present time. By the way, haven’t heard from Murray for a couple weeks now and you haven’t. mentioned them. What’s up? Anything? After your big build up over the garage bill, I was very pleasantly let down over that price. I couldn’t possibly see how it could have run as high as you had mentioned, but then, how did I know how bad the fenders were? As for changing francs into American money, I believe I told you once before that it is impossible. We are not even allowed to have American money. We will only get some when we get on board that ship headed for New York. Why do you suppose I asked you to send me American money if I could get it here? page 5 The French still pay 2 for 1 for our money if and when we are ever able to get ahold of any. And that is only when someone sends or brings it directly from the States. Guess my letters lately have been a little short maybe. But at that I know I’m doing far better than most men over here. When one lives the same way over and over day in and day out and continually sees the same faces around, there really isn’t too much new to write about. And these last few weeks especially have been and will be very trying. Every day now seems like at least a week. However this letter should make up a little for the others and just remember my dear it isn’t a lack of interest back home but the lack of interest in everything here that makes letter writing so difficult. As for me taking the bedroom alone when I return, guess I’ll be able to straighten Ronnie out on that score "tuit sweet", which in French is right now. Now all my love to you both and I will be seeing you some of these weeks not so very far off maybe. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 6th October 1945, Saturday, 6 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Will start this letter while I’m waiting to go to Peter’s house again for dinner. I was there a minute last night and they insisted that I come back tonight to eat. So against my will, I’m going. I’d much rather listen to the ball game. You see, since we are six hours behind your time, we get the ball game here, direct, starting at 7:30 p.m. And it’s darn nice listening to a real American ball game again. This afternoon, watched a real American football game. It was page two very much like our games back home. The usual old college enthusiasm and real football fall day and the only trouble it was of all army. Army personnel playing army personnel with many spectators. Regardless, it was nice. Practically, the whole office force took off for the game and I’m no different from the rest. I took off too. Well, got another tough break today. My boss, a T5, got transferred to Paris. He’s a low point man. I’m now in full charge of our small department and entitled to a T5 rating. However, all ratings are frozen in the depot. So I have a job, but no rating. Great life, isn’t it? Page three. I’d kick like hell, but we will only be here two weeks more. So figure it useless. Besides kicking would do absolutely no good. We are definitely finished October 21st. Men over 70 points will go directly home. There is some rumor that 60-point men will go with them. I doubt it though. Chances are 60-point men will hang around over here someplace for about a month more before we start for home. I’m certainly going to like that. I’m enclosing a sixty dollar money order. This will very likely be the very last. That page 4 makes two hundred and sixty dollars I have sent you since Wednesday. Still no word from Chamberlin as I received no mail again today. Boy, our mail this week has reached an all-time low. We got mail once this week. I can’t understand any reason for that. Tomorrow, Sunday, is an off day. When I go back to work Monday may have a little more to do than usual as we will now be short one man. Imagine the work for the next two weeks will be very light though, so I’m not anticipating killing myself. I was in for a three day page 5 pass to Brussels, but those kinds of passes have been cancelled so missed that. Hope to be able to go to Paris once more before we leave. It’s sure nice to talk about leaving even though I still haven’t the slightest idea for sure when I’m going to leave. Well, I can dream too, it seems. If I can only make it home by Christmas I’m going to be very pleased. Well, it’s about time to go now. Will probably add some more to this before mailing tomorrow. Oh yes, I’m doing alright on the Cubs. About twenty dollars page 6 ahead at the third game. About two more like the one Passeau won last night and I’ll be doing alright for the week. By now, see you tomorrow, Wes Sunday, 10 p.m. Another week gone and so is all the money I’ve won so far on the Cubs. Just came from hearing them get beat again tonight. With last night’s loss that took all my winnings. Oh well Indiana beat Illinois and that has helped matters a little. However, the Cubs will have to win the next two games or I’ll be out some doe [dough]. Had a very nice dinner again last night at Peter’s house. This time, the same as before, only the meat was very well cooked rabbit. page 7 Dr. Poire had killed the rabbit a couple days ago himself while out hunting. He is quite a hunter and fisher they say. We took the usual three hours to eat and talked of many very interesting things. I got back just before midnight. Today I got up in time for dinner. This afternoon, played a little ping-pong and just loafed around. Tonight saw George White’s Scandals and then the ball game. A very interesting day. Like hell. These pictures I am enclosing are a bunch me and the boys took page 8 with my camera while on furlough in Switzerland last month. Thought you might be interested in some shots of that country. Well we are slowly beginning to close shop around here. I imagine this time next week there will be much more done towards ending our stay in Compiegne. I will have been here six months now very soon. That is the longest I have ever stayed in one place during my stay in the army. As long as I have had to be here, believe this has been about as nice a place as I could choose. We never worked too hard, have little Army "Chicken S" and page 9 our offices have been as good as any. The captain in charge of this office where I work is very nice. It is certainly going to be nice to get back though and be a civilian again. At least I think it is going to be. I know I’ll take the chance. They are making some very nice offers here to men to sign up and stay for regular army. I am surprised at the number signing up. As for me, I want no part of it. How is my little Ronnie these days and is he still planning on me bringing that page 10 Christmas tree? Well, with any kind of a break at all now, I’ll make it. Maybe with a little too spare. Who knows? That is about it for tonight. All my love to you both, Daddy. ...

letter from; PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 10 October 1945, Wednesday, 2 p.m. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, All caught up with my work so you benefit from my spare time even though no mail again today. I did finally get your v-mail saying you had received my special delivery registered letter. Like the letter it took longer than ordinary mail <? no> can’t hardly say that either as lately I’ve been getting very little mail of any kind. No one seems to be getting any around here so it’s universal we are all crying plenty. It’s very nice here today and quite warm. Right now I’m out in the balcony just outside our office sunning myself. It has been crisp fall weather here the last two weeks. I certainly hope I’m out of here for good before winter sets in. In fact, out of the army entirely as no matter what <? conveniences> the army has to offer it’s a lot rougher than ones own fireside. Well tonight is the first game of the World Series and I stand to gain or lose twenty dollars on the outcome -- confidentially -- I don’t feel any too hot about it right now as the Cubs have no good starting pitcher left while the Tigers have plenty. Oh well, long before you receive this, you will know all about it. Twenty dollars won’t make or break me and I’ve had a lot of fun and it has certainly helped pass the page 2 time. Right now, that is the big thing. We were called together today and told that Oct. 28th the depot stops operating. A lot of the low point men are going to Belgium to the second depot to operate there. As for me, I’m still not definite. With a decent break here and there, I may stay away from Belgium. If I do, it will be good news for all three of us I can assure you of that. One thing I do know now, I haven’t much longer to wait before I will either be in the driver’s seat or just another soldier in the <? GTO> sweating it out. According to today’s paper all two year men will be released in March as it looks like I’m definitely getting closer to a discharge someday. However, I really have a hunch that I’ll be a civilian long before March, at least I’m counting on it. Saw a fair show last night after that watched a couple good ping-pong games then went over to visit the <? Guilboie’s>. Then home and to bed. All of our poker players almost, have either gone home or are on furlough so I’m kinda lost of late without our usual game. Maybe it’s just as well as one can always lose page three you know. Guess I have nothing to complain about. At least the boys I play with all say I have all their money. Of course, some of them would say that whether I did or not. Guess I’ll manage to get one more hundred dollar money order to send you after all. Don’t ask too many questions. But this one is all perfectly legal and I was lucky to get it. We still hear that the gov’t will cash only so much of our francs when we get ready to go home so every bit I get home now is just that much less I have to worry about then. Hope you manage to save some of this because I anticipate some "rainy days" immediately ahead after I get discharged. Well they say I have a little work to do inside so guess I’d better get back to the army and my job. How is my little Ronnie today. And just what day would he like to have Daddy drop in to see him in the not too distant future? All my love to you both, Daddy Thursday 8:30 am. Just to let you know that the Cubs lost last night which you know already. I’m also enclosing this $100 money order. That will definitely be the last. Now until I get a letter or two good bye for now, Wes ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler October 10, 1945 Wednesday, 8:10 P.M. Hello, honey, I s’pose if you already rec’d last night’s letter, you’re wondering howRonnie’s cold is coming along. Well, he was well enough before going to bedtonight to boss me around as per usual, so guess he was feeling pretty chipper.He’s been sitting in the big chair and taking naps on the Davenport by turnsall day. Doc DeYoung told me not to feed him anything, other than a teaspoonor two of water when he asked for it, so he didn’t have anything all day, untiltonight when he asked for peaches, so I gave him a dish of them. He seemed tokeep it down O.K., and now he’s sleeping and breathing normally, so his sore page 2 throat is gone and also the fever. I got very little sleep last night and guess Ronnie didn’t either, as his nose was stuffed up and it was hard for him to breathe. But today his nose ran freely and he felt O.K. In fact, he couldn’t figure out why he had to have so many naps. I explained that he would get well if he slept, so he agreed. He’s so sweet! He was pretty cranky all night, but today he was a darling. I only hope I don’t catch his cold, as I always seem to do when he has one. He gets over his in a day or two, but for me it takes weeks, it seems. I called the Gas Co. today, as it seems as tho the basement and even in the house, there’s a distinct gas fume or odor. The man came out and said the pipe’s needed. page 3 cleaning and another fellow would be out in a day or two. In the meantime he turned down the gas, so we’ll only get half as much heat, to stop the worst of the fumes. I only hope it doesn’t get any colder (it was 32 degrees this A.M.) so that it’ll be repaired (or rather cleaned) and we can have full heat by the time it gets colder. I didn’t get any mail from you today. It sure is a letdown when I don’t. I did get a letter from Norma, which I’m enclosing. (You can skip the mention of the four children, as I don’t know what she’s talking about. She must be thinking of someone else, or did you tell her we’d plan on four? I thought there were to be six. (What am I saying???) As I was unable to go out to page 4 shop for groceries today, I had rather scant rations. For breakfast, I had toast and coffee; lunch-cheese sandwich, coffee and a couple cookies; dinner -ham salad with lettuce sandwich, coffee, peaches and cookies. I didn’t starve, but did miss having a big meal. I think I’ll survive, tho, don’t you think so? I’m enclosing an article from the Calumet Index on, "restrictive covenances". I thought perhaps it might interest you, altho I s’pose you know all the angles concerning this already. I finished ironing today and did a little mending. The Salvation Army picked up my newspapers and old clothes today. Have you heard anything concerning page 5 Your "8 points", or is it still unofficial? I don’t s’pose you’ve heard anything new from the Red Cross as yet? I don’t know if I can live through the suspense of not knowing whether you’ll get here for Christmas or not. I’m keeping my fingers crossed and hoping against all hope. I guess it would be too good to be true, at that. I think I’ll just give up the ship if they keep you there another 6 or 9 months as you mentioned might happen if you’re denied that one deciding point. Thursday, 11:00 A.M. Ronnie is sure raising the Old Nick today. First thing, he wanted something to eat. I gave him orange juice, but he wanted more than that. I guess I’ll have to let him have a lunch or he’ll chew my ears off. page 6 It’s a relief to hear him get "sassy" again. Now I know he’s O.K. Right now he yelled "Mommy, I want the radio on - I want some music." His sniffles are practically gone now and no fever. He’s sitting in a chair now surrounded by cars, marbles, books, etc. He’s getting pretty restless and wants to go outside. Well, by tomorrow I guess he can. The gas men are downstairs cleaning the furnace pipes. They’re making a racket, anyway and that’s for certain. Mrs. Dixon is buying meat and milk for me today, so I’ll have a decent meal tonight. After I wrote you last night I went upstairs to a feast of cheese, crackers, jam, cookies, apple dumplings, and coffee. Well bye now, honey and hurry home.Love from Mom and Ronnie___________________letterfrom; PFC George W. Shonkwilerto: Mrs. Alice ShonkwilerCompiegne, France10 October 1945, Wednesday, 2 p.m.Dearest Alice and Ronnie,All caught up with my work so you benefit from my spare time even though nomail again today. I did finally get your v-mail saying you had received myspecial delivery registered letter. Like the letter it took longer thanordinary mail <? no> can’t hardly say that either as lately I’ve been gettingvery little mail of any kind. No one seems to be getting any around here soit’s universal we are all crying plenty.It’s very nice here today and quite warm. Right now I’m out in the balconyjust outside our office sunning myself. It has been crisp fall weather herethe last two weeks. I certainly hope I’m out of here for good before wintersets in. In fact, out of the army entirely as no matter what <? conveniences>the army has to offer it’s a lot rougher than ones own fireside.Well tonight is the first game of the World Series and I stand to gain orlose twenty dollars on the outcome -- confidentially -- I don’t feel any toohot about it right now as the Cubs have no good starting pitcher left whilethe Tigers have plenty. Oh well, long before you receive this, you will knowall about it. Twenty dollars won’t make or break me and I’ve had a lot offun and it has certainly helped pass thepage 2time. Right now, that is the big thing.We were called together today and told that Oct. 28th the depot stops operating.A lot of the low point men are going to Belgium to the second depot to operatethere. As for me, I’m still not definite. With a decent break here and there,I may stay away from Belgium. If I do, it will be good news for all three ofus I can assure you of that. One thing I do know now, I haven’t much longerto wait before I will either be in the driver’s seat or just another soldierin the <? GTO> sweating it out.According to today’s paper all two year men will be released in March as itlooks like I’m definitely getting closer to a discharge someday. However, Ireally have a hunch that I’ll be a civilian long before March, at least I’mcounting on it.Saw a fair show last night after that watched a couple good ping-pong gamesthen went over to visit the <? Guilboie’s>. Then home and to bed. All ofour poker players almost, have either gone home or are on furlough so I’mkinda lost of late without our usual game. Maybe it’s just as well as onecan always losepage threeyou know. Guess I have nothing to complain about. At least the boys I playwith all say I have all their money. Of course, some of them would say thatwhether I did or not.Guess I’ll manage to get one more hundred dollar money order to send you afterall. Don’t ask too many questions. But this one is all perfectly legal andI was lucky to get it. We still hear that the gov’t will cash only so much ofour francs when we get ready to go home so every bit I get home now is justthat much less I have to worry about then. Hope you manage to save some ofthis because I anticipate some "rainy days" immediately ahead after I getdischarged.Well they say I have a little work to do inside so guess I’d better get back tothe army and my job. How is my little Ronnie today. And just what day wouldhe like to have Daddy drop in to see him in the not too distant future? Allmy love to you both,DaddyThursday 8:30 am. Just to let you know that the Cubs lost last night whichyou know already. I’m also enclosing this $100 money order. That willdefinitely be the last. Now until I get a letter or two good bye for now,Wes ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 11 Oct 45 Thurs 3 PM Dearest Alice and Ronnie, You’d never guess what I’ve been doing so might as well get started telling you. Just in line with a little local celebration have just had a nice, large drink of ice-cold champagne in an American olive jar. Regardless of the container, it’s not bad. Liquor rations were passed out yesterday, so today we drink. Many last night. Even the privates got some this time. 135 francs for a bottle of champagne. If I’m lucky, we will have a bottle to celebrate our reunion too. Don’t know just how I’m going to manage to get it there, but I’m going to try. Well I have three more days work and then something begins to happen. Just what I’m not sure yet, but it can’t be too bad. Already we are packing, disposing of all our stuff, and in general it’s beginning to look like moving day. Next week, will see the end of everything as far as the 16th depot is concerned in and page two around Compiegne. Still am not sure about my status, but don’t think it is going to be too bad. At least I have my fingers crossed, and with a decent break, I’m going to be very happy in the not too distant future. Still no mail of any kind, and that makes a grand total of two letters from you in the last two weeks, and none from anyone else. Something terrible has happened to our mailing system or else something has happened to you and everyone else who has been writing me once in a while. Last night was over to Peter’s house a few minutes, and again they insisted that I come for dinner next Saturday night. Since that probably will be my last opportunity am going over. This time, one of the boys in my room is going with me. Well I see some of the people back in the States have already forgotten there ever was a war and that there are still thousands page 3 of men over here and in the South Pacific, that hadn’t been <? home> for a year or two or three. Boy those strikers in New York would have about one chance in hell of surviving if some of these GIs over here could get at them. I personally don’t care myself how much striking they do back there until they start holding up the loading and unloading of ships. Now that is going too far and I for one, and there are plenty of others here, would gladly wring their necks with my bare hands. It sure must be hard for some of those strikers to have to work for a change. Especially when they are not drawing down a couple hundred dollars a week. Well it’s quitting time now as there has been numerous interruptions so guess I’d better sign off and hope tomorrow brings a letter or two before I run completely out of something to write about. Love, Daddy Friday 8am Hello again: Saw "Junior Miss" again last night. Liked it as well as the first time. Really a good show. Afterwards played a little ping-pong and then to bed. That’s about it for the day. Nothing else new this morning. So now all my love to you both. Daddy ...

Letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 13 Oct 45, Sat 3 p.m. Noteworthy: Dad rants about hang-ups getting home. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Well, at the last minute the football game was called off. Since I worked real hard this morning and got all my work done so I could go to it and now there is no game, I have nothing better to do than to let you know I received a letter from you this morning and one from Chamberlin with part of the information I asked for. Since I still have no Red Cross report, it is still worthless to me should I try to use it. After what happened today, it may be better if I try to get home that way after all. It is really hard to figure out which is better. According to today’s paper, radio and the usual rumors, we are getting the royal runaround over here again. First it was strikes holding up boats in New York. Now today Great Britain takes their two large transport ships away from us and our shipping schedule is set back over one hundred thousand men. It seems as though all the damn army and the people back home are interested page 2 in is to get us over here into the fight and get the war won then to hell with us from then on in. If we never get home so much better. Just more and better soft job for the big shot officers and less chance for any of us to get civilian jobs that some gold brick back there wants. Up until today I was very optimistic about being home for Thanksgiving. Right now I don’t know when in hell I’ll get home, thanks to the loyal strikers back in the States and the British who are so damn afraid that we’ll walk off with some of their shipping business that they soon forget who it was that saved their lives just a few short months ago. It’s sure a wonderful world we live in and what’s even better yet is the country I’m coming back to. Some times I’m really sorry a bomb or two didn’t land on the couple of our cities just to let the nice soft civilians back there know a little bit about what the last four years have been like. And don’t be misled, it’s not just me that’s burned off. There are thousands of us upset, in fact practically page three every GI over here and rightfully so too. Well my dear, it looks like that long time waited for a break in the army that I figured I was just about ready to get once more will elude me. Now I am back to running Santa Claus, a good race for arriving at Christmas time. With me standing a good chance of being beaten. Mr. Chamberlin added a note to the appraisals but said nothing about having lease difficulties. He did sound like business was getting better and intimated he would like to stay on a while and help me get a good start. Certainly wish I were there so I could do a little helping of myself. Mailed you a couple more small packages today. One with some old accumulated pictures and things. And another with a small toy for Ronnie and some things. I also have two other packages on the road I told you about sending some time ago. As yet you have said nothing about receiving any of them. There is also four money orders on the road. I certainly hope everything arrives safely. page 4 Am going to Peter’s house for dinner tonight. After that, back to bed. There is nothing else we can do now as they took all our stoves down today and that means some darn cold rooms to loaf around in. There is a rumor this afternoon that now the depot may not break up as scheduled. Due to today’s "glad tidings". Well we are practically broken up now but I guess it wouldn’t take much to get started working again. We’ll probably know more about it in a day or two. In the meantime, just something else to worry about. That’s about it for now. Probably will see you after dinner tonight. Love, daddy Sunday 4 p.m. Hello again. Well here I am loafing through another day off. Slept all morning, a little ping-pong this afternoon, and now this letter. That’s exciting so far. Tonight a show and then a little poker, probably. Tomorrow we move out to the other side of town to one of our battalions still page 5 not closed down. From there after two days will come back here. After that everything is still very much up in the air. The strikes and shipping shortage has really put a monkey wrench in the works around here. For how long we don’t know, but it’s definitely not good. Well, last night we had a very nice dinner at Peter’s house again. Jimmy Weerzinski, one of the boys here in the room, went with me. We started off with raisin juice, then kidney sauce or soup, beer and wine, in fact, there was a beer and wine glass in front of every plate and they were never empty. After the kidney soup we had rabbit and french fried potatoes with some very good rabbit gravy. Then lettuce salad with some good dressing. After that, cheese with butter and bread. That was the first time I’ve ever seen bottles in a civilian home in France. They also now can buy all the bread they wish, before it was rationed. Their bread is not like ours. It comes in loaves about three feet long, has very hard crust and is the color of rye bread. However, it really tastes much better than any bread we have in the States. After the cheese and bread we had some kind of cream pie. Also the first in France that I’ve seen. It wasn’t too good but they ate it like it was delicious. I imagine it must have been about the first they have had for a long time. After that coffee. Ersatz coffee and very poor. Then of course, the usual drink of cognac to finish the meal. The meal took over two hours and we talked of many things. Really a nice evening. That just about finishes the news from this end. Maybe someday I’ll get home but right now I have my doubts. I received a letter, mailed Oct 7 today. Service is getting a little better again, it seems. Don’t think you need counting on me ever voting democratic now. As usual they have managed to really ball up demobilization and allowing strikes only makes it worse. Personally I’d like to shoot all the strikers and Democrat politicians. Even Truman seems to be letting us down now. Well my dears, it’s almost time for chow now so must close. Perhaps tomorrow will be brighter day -- I hope. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 13 Oct 45, 3 PM Dearest Alice and Ronnie, A letter, a v-mail from you, letter from Tostis and a card from Galassini today. That’s a little better, but there is still much mail missing. Oh yes, a v-mail from Norma too. It certainly is taking Chamberlin a long time to get the necessary stuff required for a furlough. However, the way things seem to be going, now, will not need any of it. Should something come up, could always use the information so it will be nice to have on hand. Therefore send it on when you or he ever gets it all accumulated. Who knows what might happen. I’ve learned in the Army it always pays to be prepared for any eventuality. Guess that applies pretty much for any time too. Martha F. said Jim was going to some kind of Montgomery Ward school in anticipation of employment there. However, he is still interested in getting into real estate. It seems like there are quite a few men waiting for me to get a discharge so they can get into the real estate business. Certainly would page 2 be a shame if I should happen to cross them all up. Maybe I’d just better not show up at all. She sounded like she was pretty proud of their house. Also mentioned the fact that everything seems to be very unsettled back there now. Suppose it is for some, especially those who have been earning big money and expected going on doing so. Wonder how they would like it if they were earning $64 per month for a couple years besides putting up with other incidental things that most Americans would never think of puting up with under ordinary circumstances. Well tomorrow is my last day of work in the 16th depot and I expect to spend a good part of that watching a football game. Seems almost like the States seeing and talking about football games again. It would seem a damn sight better if I could see the Indiana Purdue game this year with you and Ronnie. Well time and a couple of lucky breaks will tell. It’s a beautiful Indian summer day here in France today. A bit hazy, and cobwebs page 3 floating in the air just like home. With the exception of the two weeks of rain we had here last month, this weather here in France has been nearly perfect since way last March. I know what they mean now when they talk about sunny France. Had planned on going into Paris Mon. or Tues. for the last time but yesterday all passes were canceled so Paris is fini for me it looks like. At least as far as I know right now. That is too bad too because had expected to get close to one hundred dollare out of that little trip. Oh well, that’s just a hundred less I’ll have. The way money comes and goes over here that really doesn’t sound like much to us. As for getting someone else to send money home for me, are you kidding? Thought I had explained to you that every soldier over here has more money than they are allowed to send home. We are all alike. And everyone is trying to find a way to send some extra home. At that I haven’t done too badly as I figure that I have sent you over one thousand dollars in the last six months. I wonder how much of it you have left. page 4 Not that it makes too much difference, but then it would be nice to have some of it there to go on when I get back. What do you think? How did Mr. Chamberlin come out with the new lease? Or has he? No lease, no business. And that would pretty much put an end to things in Glenn Elyn. Well, I’m still worrying about getting home. So perhaps I should concentrate my worries on that score instead of a possible business in Glenn Elyn. So I guess that’s about what I’ll do. And so with that, will get back to my work and maybe add a little more to this sometime later. How did you like the soldiers like Daddy in the show, Ronnie? Well, Daddy wasn’t in that picture but he was in some just about like that but far more realistic. Now all my love to you both, Daddy Sat 8am Good morning. Nothing much to add to above. I guess this is the last day at work here. Now will follow some real loafing I looks like. Played ping-pong last night. See you later, Wes ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler October 15, 1945 Monday, 11:00 P.M. Noteworthy: domestic expectations, plans on living in Glen Ellyn, Dad retiring to a farm. Hello, honey. I haven’t written since Sat. morning, so guess I’m really slipping. I didn’t entirely forget you, tho, as I spent yesterday (Sunday) afternoon baking cookies for you. Today is the deadline for Christmas pkg., so guess if you don’t get home for Christmas, you have all the boxes you’re going to get. I believe at least five boxes are still on the way. However they don’t contain anything other than candy, cookies, cake, etc., as you specifically told me not to send anything of great value. However, if you want something other than the things I’ve sent, you can always send a request for it in your letter, and I can still send it. In yesterday’s box you’ll find a bit more than 5 day cookies. page 2 I hope you’ll get to taste at least a few of them this time. Perhaps they’ll get there after you’ve left for home. In that case, you and I will have a lot of stale cookies to eat about next February. Perhaps we can serve them for Ronnie’s party. I just rec’d your letter dated Oct. 8th. The last was dated Sept. 27th, so guess the rest are still on the way. You did write a longer letter, but spent most of it telling me a thing or two. As for the Chinese proverb I sent, I don’t believe it mentioned anything about staying in bed 20 hrs a day. It just warned that too much ambition often leads to dishonesty. Of course you mentioned that you’d go to heaven, and I wouldn’t, so guess it won’t happen to you. page 3 As for my expecting you to spend 20 hours a day in bed with you instead of your working to gain success, if I remember right I was always the last one to get to bed. Furthermore, I’m not a moron. No, honey, far be it from me to dissuade you from making a success. In fact the fact that your ambition is one of the things I love you for. It’s not just that I want you at home, but I don’t think it’s right to drive yourself to make money and then die while young from nervous exhaustion leading to heart failure or collapse before you have a chance to enjoy life. I s’pose I’m all wet, as most wives would want all the money, clothes, etc, possible instead of worrying about her husband’s health and future. Well, honey after reading your letter I’ll never say another page 4 word as to your working 7 days and 7 nights a week. In fact, I’ll get a job too, so that we’ll be sure to have enough money. From what I hear of Glen Ellyn[,] we’re going to need just loads of it to keep up with the Joneses. In fact it’s not even considered nice for a gal to do her own housework, or cooking. I do like to cook, but guess I can get used to having someone do it for me. So don’t worry about any interference from me from now on. We should really worry more about whether there will be enough business in Glen Ellyn so we can manage to eat three square meals a day, don’t you think? Murray tells me you wrote him saying you intended working only page 5 ten years, then we’ll retire on a farm. Did you say that? Are you going on a farm all by yourself? I’m not a farmer, you know. Of course, a country house and a townhouse would be O.K. After writing you Sat. I went out to shop for groceries and as I felt pretty good when I returned, I called Julia Jostis and told her I’d go out with them after all. Mrs. Page stayed home with Ronnie. We went to the Beverly to see "Molly and Me", with Gracie Fields and Monte Wolley. After the show, we went to "George’s" a restaurant somewhere on 67th Street. I had a hot turkey sandwich, Julia and Henry had ravioli and spaghetti. We also had beer. Julia was continually nagging Henry about wanting him to leave sterling for another page 6 job, but he says he doesn’t think now is a good time to change, as things will be tough for a year or two. She says that sterling knows he has three children and are so sure of his staying that they take advantage of him. I guess he’s been working 72 hours a week most of the time and no overtime pay, as far as I could gather. I had to change the subject at times, as it was embarrassing to have her nag him in my presence. I hope that I’ll remember to do my fault finding privately. Will you remind me? Of course I don’t expect you to flaunt my faults in public either. Furthermore outsiders aren’t interested anyway, except as material for gossip. It was nice of them to invite me out and I guess I’ll have to repay them with dinner sometime page 7 soon. I hate to think of them bringing 3 children, but perhaps they won’t want to. Gosh when I think of our future six. Guess no one will ask us over for dinner then, will they? (Don’t take me up on that, I’m only kidding!) Ronnie went to Sunday school yesterday morning and came and came back with a bird picture. One of these Audubon Society prints and he was so thrilled with it. The Pages had company during the late afternoon and evening and they had a 7 yr-old boy (Dickie), who played with Ronnie all the time they were here. After they left, Ronnie said, "I like Dickie, Mom, he was a nice boy." Murray and Marge came to visit just as Ronnie and I sat down to supper, so they had a sandwich, page 8 coffee, apple pie and ice cream with us. I had baked the pie Saturday before I went out with the Jostis’ just in case they came home with me after the show, which they didn’t. After our supper, we sat in the living room looking at the snapshots you’d sent, etc. I guess Murray still hasn’t made a deal. Murray also mentioned the trouble with Jim is that he thinks because he went to college he’s better than most people. Also said he made fun of a lot of people who worked at Pullman and according to Murray had more than Jim will ever have in spite of his degree. It seemed funny to hear Murray talk this way, ’cause his description, in my estimation fitted himself to a T. Murray also admitted that you have more page 9 money now than he himself will have when he dies. Do you s’pose he’s getting wise to himself? Marge even made the remark that Murray would probably wait until he’s 40 to decide what to do with his life. (Sarcasm, I’d say!) I hope you didn’t have your money on the Cubs to win the "Series." If you did, you’re out of luck, it seems. How much did you win on the Cubs - Detroit game you mentioned? What I wouldn’t give for some of that money you’re throwing to the winds over there. It would look very well in a bank book, too. Oh, well, I guess you’re entitled to it, especially if you can get a decent meal out of it once in a while. I’ve gotten by, so far, and also not in debt - thank goodness! Of course, your contributions have helped a page 10 great deal. There’s an article in the paper today of servicemen being robbed while stopping over in Chicago. I’ll enclose it. It’s certainly pitiful. Of course, in some cases, it’s the boys own fault, trusting anyone they pick up. Do you really think you may be home for Thanksgiving. By the way, which would you rather have, turkey or steak. I just can’t believe it and don’t want to plan on it as the letdown would be too great, if you didn’t get here. "Expect the worst and enjoy the best," is a better policy, I guess. If you do get here I guess you can plan on having about everything you might ask for in the way of food. By the way, how about sending me a menu of page 11 all the things you like, I may have forgotten, it’s been so darn long. I do remember some of the things you like, of course. Murray got two new tires. He applied for four, but didn’t give them. They’re still rationed, you know. It seems Norma expects us out there as soon as you get home. For my part I’d love to go on a trip, but guess you’d much rather stay at home. if we don’t take it when you get home, we never will as we’ll be too busy getting settled in Glen Ellyn. I imagine you get a 30-day furlough don’t you, before you’re discharged? Then you’ll have 30 days in which to make up your mind about the option - after discharge. Am I right? Guess we’ll worry about that one after you get here, too. page 12 I have to close now, as I have to go down to mail your pkg, this letter, plus paying the electric, gas, telephone bills and Hamater and Packard Co. Quite a staggering total! Ronnie and I have just had a rough and tumble play hour. You should hear his laugh. Guess he won’t even bother to play with me after his daddy gets here, so I have to get my innings in while I can. Goodbye, now, and in spite of my getting the devil from you, guess I love you, anyway (not because of it, but in spite of it.) Love, mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler October 16th, 1945 Tuesday, 9:35 A.M. Noteworthy: Ronnie’s first visit to the Museum of Science and Industry. Hi, Daddy, Here I am again. The sun’s shining through the windows as I’m sitting at the kitchen table. Ronnie’s taking his time finishing his cereal this morning. He finally finished - good for him! He still likes to drink a lot of milk, just like his pop, (Ronnie insisted that I read the above to him - so I did), he just told me that next time he doesn’t want a little glass for his orange juice. He wants a big one, like his milk glass. He just left now to go and "grunt." He still has good habits - after breakfast and supper each day, without fail. I’m still not over my cold, as yet, but will have to go out to wash my storm windows anyway. page 2 It’s about 60 degrees, today and it may turn cold by the time I’m entirely well, so might as well get it done. Henry Jostis offered to put them up for me if I wash them. He put his own up last Saturday. I had thought both Henry and Julia were Hollanders, but Henry says he’s German and Julia is a Hollander. Murray hasn’t mentioned helping me with screens or storm windows since that first Spring when you were in Florida, when he took them down for me. Of course I wouldn’t ask him either, so we’re even, I s’pose. Ronnie and I spent yesterday afternoon from 4:00 to 6:00, paying bills. I paid Packard (and also bought a new windshield wiper blade), telephone and electric bill. I still have <? Hamater> and the gas bill to pay, as they closed page 3 5:00 and we were too late. After doing this I went to a photo studio with the charcoal drawing, but was told the spraying would have to be done either at the art institute or an art studio in the loop. He said the studio in Roseland couldn’t do this type of work, as they didn’t have the facilities for it. When we finished our business we decided to have a bite to eat at Walgreens. We had beef stew, tomatoes, coffee and milk. It wasn’t bad, but not good either. The only redeeming feature is that there are no dishes to wash when you’re through eating. Do you s’pose we could have an electric dishwasher, someday? - Pretty please! Ronnie just climbed in my lap and says he’s gonna "help write Daddy’s letter." "I want Daddy to bring me a Christmas tree and a train, a big one, page 4 big and high like me!" That’s what I get for taking him to the Museum of Science and Industry, where he saw full-size engines, etc. Now he’s not satisfied with mere toys. The electrician was here early yesterday afternoon and put new wall switches in the bathroom, bedroom, and closet, because of short circuits in the old ones. Next week he’s bringing a new socket for the 3-way floor lamp, as that isn’t in good working condition either. - There are always some new repairs to be made since you left, it seems. Well, I must get to work on breakfast dishes and the storm windows, so bye, now, and in a few weeks perhaps?? Love always, Mom and Ronnie ...

Letter from: Mrs. G. Shonkwiler to: PFC George W. Shonkwiler October 17, 1945, Wednesday 11:45 A.M. Hello, honey, How are you? By now, I s’pose you are well aware of whether you’ll get home, or stay in Europe. At least if it takes 11 days to reach you this letter, I mean. I had a letter yesterday afternoon dated Oct. 6th and containing a $60 money order. Today I’ve a letter dated Oct. 10th with a $100 money order enclosed. In the first letter you mentioned having sent $260 from the 2nd through the 6th. That means there are $200 money orders still on the way, as I have no letters dated between Sept. 27th and Oct. 6th. I’m glad you were able to send some money home, and I will try to save all that I can of it, as I know that we may need it even page 2 more after your return, than now, if that’s possible. Of course, I’m desperately in need of curtains for the dining room, so I hope you won’t mind if I buy them out of this money! I know you won’t, as I’m sure you don’t especially care for ragged curtains. Of course I may also splurge a few dollars for that turkey dinner you mentioned. - I hope! As for my being extravagant[,] you should know better, as I couldn’t possibly be with my income. I did buy a suit and dress, which I s’pose I could have done without. Or could I? I’m only kidding, as I know you wouldn’t send me this money unless you were pretty sure I could put it to good use, or save it. page 3 I worked like a dog (not Judy of course) yesterday. I washed all the storm windows and cleaned out the garage. I even swept the walls of it. The place sure can accumulate dirt in a hurry, it seems. Bobby is sick now, so Ronnie has to play by himself - poor little fellow. It’s too bad they can’t get sick simultaneously if they must. The Pages spent the evening down here with me last night, and we had some coffee, cheese and crackers, donuts, and some of "Daddy’s cookies" (as Ronnie calls them). These are leftover cookies after I’ve sent you a box. I had to laugh this morning as I was sitting on the davenport reading your letter, Ronnie was begging me to go outside, and while he was talking, Judy was barking. page 4 Ronnie turned to her, and said, "Be quiet, Judy, I want to talk to my Mom." He was really disgusted as he’d been trying to get my attention for some time. I had intended finishing reading your letter first, but at that I got up and dressed him so he could go out. In your letter you told me to ask Ronnie "what day he wanted you to walk in" - so I did. He replied "Tomorrow." - as simple as that! Now, you know how we both feel about it - the sooner the better. Does that make you feel as tho you’ll be welcomed home with open arms? It should! Have you rec’d Chamberlin’s affidavits, as yet? Ronnie and I are taking a walk up to the Avenue, so bye, now. Love, Mom and Ronnie. P.S. I enjoyed the Swiss pictures very much. It looks beautiful and is, I expect. ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France Oct. 17, 1945 7 P.M. Wed. Noteworthy: Dad expresses he possibly has good news about getting home. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, After two days lapse without writing, here I am back at the office at my old desk doing my duty by the home folks. For the last two days have been out to the 96th BN here in the 16th Depot, which is located on the other side of town about a mile from here. Can’t, for the life of me see why we had to go out there but with the usual army efficiency we wasted two days. And they weren’t too comfortable either as living conditions out there are not like here at HQ. In fact it reminded me very much of about one year ago. Tonite we moved back in and are now in our 88th BN which is just a couple blocks down the street from my old hangout. We are in tents there page 2 but have a stove so it’s not so bad as far as keeping warm is concerned. Keeping warm and food are always the important things in Europe. I am back at the office to get my mail and to write this letter. During the next five days we divide our attention between working here and attending to details at the 88th BN. Now, here is the payoff. If my good luck holds for five days more or until next Monday, you and everyone else back there might just as well stop writing to me. If you know what I mean. However, there are still many things to put a monkey wrench in the works and if any one of them happens[,] I’m due to be over here for some little time yet. Probably one of the most important things that might happen to keep me here is continued strikes back home holding up troop shipments. page 3 And no replacement of ships from the loss of the two big British ships. There is one other that is just as important really, but I’ve got my fingers crossed on both hands for that one, and if it doesn’t happen I’m going to be very, very happy indeed. I’ll know about that by Sunday. And that is only four days away so you’d better do some tall hoping in the next four days. Received your X package today. In fact it’s still lying unopened on the desk here. Also a letter mailed the 10th. I will stop by the Gelbaus on my way back with the package. And see what happens. Now there is one thing I definitely do not want you to do. I told you the same on one other such occasion and you did just the opposite with not too good page 4 results so perhaps this time you will do what I ask. Should I tell you definitely that I am on my way back someday, I don’t want you to work nite and day wearing yourself out getting everything in tip-top shape. I realize that I’ve been away for some time and conditions back there haven’t been exactly perfect for keeping things 100 per cent. So don’t kill yourself trying to get them that way by the time I return. You know, I’ve had things pretty easy here lately and am filled with a lot of pep, etc., etc. Should I come home to a worn out wife that won’t be so good will it? So now a word to the wize [wise] should be sufficient. And with that, I’ll send you and Ronnie my love and hope Ronnie is over his sniffles. Now say a little prayer for my continued good luck and perhaps I’ll be there by Christmas yet. Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 18 October 1945, 10 P.M. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, Just to let you know, I’m still living in tents here in the 88th BN of the 16th Depot and doing practically nothing[,] which I intend to continue doing for the balance of my army career. Right now I have just finished playing some fast games of ping pong after walking out of a lousy show here at the Red Cross. My ping pong is improving rapidly and I now can hold any my own with some of the better than average players. However I’m far from coming close to beating some who play here. Ping pong is probably page 2 the indoor ETO (European Theater of Operations) sport as far as the GIs are concerned. There are six tables here at the ARC and they are all going every minute. This special order I am enclosing shows you how close I came to going home. In fact that was the order sending me on the way but a little later one has cancelled this one and Monday we move back out to the 96th BN where we expect to rot - for anywheres from four to six weeks they say. Then today the blow that really killed us came out in the Stars and Stripes. The one that said they would have to lower the discharge score to 50 so page 3 they could discharge more men back home. Now even those who never even came overseas can get out while we still have thousands of men over here with 60 - 70 - 80 and even 90 points. And still you vote for those damn Democrats. It doesn’t affect me but on top of all this they are now putting on an <? entrance> campaign over here to get the men to sign up for regular Army. As crazy as it may sound many of the men are so disgusted that they are signing up figuring that way they can at least get home for a furlough. page 4 Not me. I’ll take my chances this way and if I only spend one more day in the army it will be one too many. I contacted the Red Cross about why I haven’t heard anything from them yet. He told me that everything is being handled through Washington now and I would hear direct from them through army channels which means one hell of a long wait. So it doesn’t look very hopeful from that angle either. Got two packages today. One from you with cookies, candy and the two Colliers [magazines] and one from Claude which I have yet to open. Thanks very much but don’t send any more because the Lord only knows where I’ll be in the next page 5 month or so. I took the package of clothes down to Peter’s house last nite but they had guests so [I] left it there without doing any business. Will go back in a day or so and see what happens. Since we are going to have so much difficulty now in getting money home[,] I’m just about giving up my BM [Black Market] dealing. I have over three hundred dollars I’m carrying around now that I can’t do anything with. Can’t even go any place to spend it anymore. No letters today so I still don’t know if Ronnie is entirely over his cold. How is my little big boy any way. It seems like sometimes I’ll never page 6 get to see either one of you again. But I suppose there will be an end to this force someday. You might call Chamberlin and ask him what happened between he and the Red Cross and see if they have followed it up in any way. Also tell him I received his letter and am still trying to answer which I must do to by the way. This is just a thought but you might try it. Dick Wessler’s at Sterling, has a brother who is very high up in Red Cross affairs. Perhaps through him my case could be hastened a little. It may be worth a try if you want to contact him. Now it’s time to go to bed. All my love to you both, Daddy Enclosure: an army letter giving a list of names under the headings below. Restricted Headquarters 16 Reinforcement Depot The following named Cadre, are released from AU-DET 96, Ground Force Replacement Command and are DET 88 GFRC 221st RC, (Temp Billeting 362/96). Report 19 October 45, 15 P 1 [Headings] Name ASN GR MOS ASR PHYCL SC 43. Shonkwiler, George W 36902856 PFC 055 60 By order of Colonel Pedley Official: Forrest M. Kelly Capt, INF Actg Asst Adj Gen Guiles Batchelor Major INF Actg Adj Gen Q 32 ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France 18 October, 1945 Noteworthy: Hopes for going home early fade. Dear Alice and Ronnie, Today is a big "let down" day. It’s funny what difference a few hours make sometimes but right now there are about one thousand men in the depot plus thousands more in Europe pretty down in the mouth including myself. The worst has happened and this morning we were taken out of the so called redeployment pipe line. And now we are sidetracked for Lord only knows how long due to the British and our dear little strikers back home who don’t give a damn what happens to the soldiers now that the page 2 war is over. So you know my luck didn’t hold up and once more it doesn’t look very good for me being home by Christmas. And that’s not the worst of it. The worst is that the depot will still close Oct. 27th - but the 60 and 70-point men in it will remain in the 96th BN which is being kept open just to accommodate us until they can find a way for us to go home. That means we will be stuck out on the other side of this town with nothing to do and no amusement facilities unless we want to walk a mile to find them. And that’s never good for morale, nerves or anything. page 3 All the time I had a feeling that going home now was too good to be true and now that we have definitely been sidetracked I really don’t feel as let down as I ordinarily would have. Naturally we are all plenty discouraged as our hopes had risen since we have been in the "pipe line" since Monday and figured now that we had started they wouldn’t take us out. As it stands rumor has it that we will just sit around doing nothing until Dec. 1st, where once again we may have a chance to start home. Should page 4 we get a decent break there might still be home for Christmas but you see that’s running pretty close to the line so I hardly think I’ll make it. Received another letter and another X package today plus a small package of very good cookies. Thanks very much. The X package I received last nite netted me a total of thirty dollars. That was the one with the two pair of shoes and blouse and skirt. The green shoes got quite a laugh out of the Gailbaus and I am wondering how in hell you ever wore those things. She didn’t want them at all. But [I] finally persuaded her to take them along with the rest. page 5 This package I received today with all the dresses think I’ll take over to Peter’s house. Perhaps [I] can do a little better there with them. However, don’t know what good it’s going to do me to get anything for them as the S&S (Stars and Stripes) said today that we wouldn’t be allowed to send any money home at all anymore. It seems that the powers that be are not only trying to keep us here as long as possible but are also doing all they can to make sure that no one makes anything while we are here. However I don’t know of any page 6 such restrictions being put on all the workers back home. In fact the B- are striking for more money. Nice country I’m going home to someday -- maybe. Was glad to hear Ronnie’s cold didn’t amount to much. And certainly hope you didn’t get it. Let me know if you ever received my packages and the 275 dollars I sent you in the last month. Now I guess I’d better quit before I give you the impression that I’m pretty damn disgusted. And by the way you had better forget about not writing. In fact you had better write all the more because now I don’t even have work to keep me occupied. Love, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiegne, France, 26th October 1945, 10.30 p.m. Friday, Dearest Alice and Ronnie, A letter from you and a card from Gallasini today. This letter only took six days getting here, and that’s the best for a lag time. I’m glad to hear you received the package with Ronnie’s boat. How about the one with the <? Herni’s> helmet? Have you received that one yet? I sent your birthday and Christmas package today. Just in case. And from the latest dope we get around here, unless my furlough to the States comes through, it’s beginning to look very much like I’ll never make it by Christmas after all. You see we received another blow today. Right now there are about one thousand 60 point men page 2 in the camp feeling pretty low. Here is the latest, Tuesday, Oct. 30th all 60 point men in this camp move to Camp Lucky Strike near La Harve to act as unassigned cadre for at least one month. Again some of that damn <? uu> assigned business plus definitely putting an end to all hope of leaving this God forsaken country sometime in November as we had hoped might happen. Someone is sure as hell to blame for all this mix up and making us stay over here so long. I would certainly like to get my hands on that guilty party your Democrats and their efficient army. We are restricted to the camp starting tomorrow until we leave Tuesday so tonight, I went out page 3 and told Peter and family and the Guilbau family good bye. They all wished me well and really seemed sorry that I am leaving. I promised to write to them and told Peter and Etinette they would have to visit us in America. Peter might make it someday at that. Although it was about a three mile walk and that’s something new for me so I’m ready to get hit the hay already. Gene’s card also told about Jim Tostis working at Brant’s. He’s starting in at a poor time of the year since there’s usually very little business during November and December. But he might get some good experience and learn enough to really get page 4 going after the first of the year. With such determination he might make out all right at that. I got a laugh out of Murrays advice. He certainly knows what is wrong with himself but doesn/t heed his own advice unless he has changed since he used to work for me at Smith’s. As you know now, I was in that Oct. shipment Jack mentioned but that unheard of thing did happen and now it looks like a December shipment. Unless of course my luck really takes a drastic change for the better and somebody in USFET headquarters in Germany signs that paper for me. I also hope I hear before I move out of here Tuesday otherwise it may mean more delay catching up with me. page 5 Glad Ronnie liked the boat and you the other stuff. None of it was so expensive at least not in terms of money values over here. It’s gotten so money doesn’t mean much here any more. Hope I don’t retain to much of that attitude as I don’t imagine money will come so easy once I’m back home. I just picked up sixty five dollars tonight while down town. Got rid of a few odds and ends. Some cigarettes, chocolates, candy and so on. I had it all in one of your five pound cardboard boxes. Sounds fantastic doesn’t it? True though. Well I did carry some of the cigarettes in my jacket pocket. page 6 That’s it now my dears’s. I put the wrong APO on my last letter so use this one until you get my next new address in a few days. Once I start moving again though, doubt if I’ll get much mail. What ever happened to Dick? Have only received the one letter from him since he returned. At the rate I’m going now he <? ts> beat me out of the army yet. All my love to you both, Daddy ...

letter from: PFC George W. Shonkwiler to: Mrs. Alice Shonkwiler Compiege, France, 27th October 1945. 9.30 p.m. Saturday. Noteworthy: Dad gets word he is being sent home. Dearest Alice and Ronnie, There isn’t a thing new to write about tonight but guess I’d better let you know I’m still alive and doing plenty of kicking without doing any good apparently. Saw a show downtown that I had seen a couple months ago in Paris. There was nothing else to do. Besides, I didn’t know what the show was to be until I had walked down there. I’m now in the day room and I have just finished writing page two Norma, thanking her for the package and letting her in a little on my present attitude towards life and the army in particular. And it’s damn little I think of the army now I can tell you that. There is still no news from my application and I <? ws ful> leave for La Harve. That only gives me two more days and that’s running it pretty close. Once I leave here, <? sow> should the application be approved, it will take some time for it to catch up with me so if nothing good happens in the next two days, it looks very bad indeed. The major told page three us today that we wouldn’t have a very good chance of getting home by Christmas now, so that’s that. There are one thousand and thirty seven men here right now with morale exactly zero, which is apparently just as the army wants. At least they don’t make much effort to make us think any different. They tell us we are going to La Harve by train. That means another 40 and eight ride. I wonder how the good citizens back home would take it if they witnessed a whole train load of men being page four shipped across the States in box cars in November without any heat just like livestock. Well, it’s happening now here yet every day and in about two days I’ll be doing it myself, it looks like. Well, guess I better quit with that, my dears. Will probably add a line or two to this before mailing it tomorrow. Who knows, maybe the Sabbath might bring a little good news for a change. Good night now and all my love to you both, Daddy Sun. 10 p.m. Have just finished packing and the good news is really good. I leave for home tomorrow morning. This day is about the luckiest of my whole life. I’ll see you about the time you get this letter. How do you like that, Daddy? ...