31 May 2010

The final letter: A love letter from a gay WWII GI

Dear Dave,

This is in memory of an anniversary – the anniversary of October 27th, 1943, when I first heard you singing in North Africa. That song brings memories of the happiest times I’ve ever known. Memories of a GI show troop – curtains made from barrage balloons – spotlights made from cocoa cans – rehearsals that ran late into the evenings – and a handsome boy with a wonderful tenor voice. Opening night at a theatre in Canastel – perhaps a bit too much muscatel, and someone who understood. Exciting days playing in the beautiful and stately Municipal Opera House in Oran – a misunderstanding – an understanding in the wings just before opening chorus.

Drinks at “Coq d’or” – dinner at the “Auberge” – a ring and promise given. The show 1st Armoured – muscatel, scotch, wine – someone who had to be carried from the truck and put to bed in his tent. A night of pouring rain and two very soaked GIs beneath a solitary tree on an African plain. A borrowed French convertible – a warm sulphur spring, the cool Mediterranean, and a picnic of “rations” and hot cokes. Two lieutenants who were smart enough to know the score, but not smart enough to realize that we wanted to be alone. A screwball piano player – competition – miserable days and lonely nights. The cold, windy night we crawled through the window of a GI theatre and fell asleep on a cot backstage, locked in each other’s arms – the shock when we awoke and realized that miraculously we hadn’t been discovered. A fast drive to a cliff above the sea – pictures taken, and a stop amid the purple grapes and cool leaves of a vineyard.

The happiness when told we were going home – and the misery when we learned that we would not be going together. Fond goodbyes on a secluded beach beneath the star-studded velvet of an African night, and the tears that would not be stopped as I stood atop the sea-wall and watched your convoy disappear over the horizon.

We vowed we’d be together again “back home,” but fate knew better – you never got there. And so, Dave, I hope that whereever you are these memories are as precious to you as they are to me.

Goodnight, sleep well my love.

Brian



(Source: www.onearchives.org)

5 comments:

  1. OH that is so heartrendingly beautiful.....

    Wow.

    That is love.

    Thanks for posting it.

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  2. I know there are other letters like these in attics, in boxes forgotten on shelves, or thrown away over the years that we'll never see.

    Thanks Damien.

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  3. Thanks for make me cry like a little bitch.

    WoW.

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  4. I didn't take you to be the mushy type.

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  5. I second Cogent Ascending. I was already feeling sad, and it's rainy and cold, and i just read that and got all teary. I was reading it and thinking "awwwww", and then i got to the bit where he mentions the other guy didn't come back. Heartbreaking.

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