Random Thoughts

Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336 

Med. Det. 354th Inf
APO 89 C/O PM
N.Y. N.Y.

Postmark U.S. Army 89 Oct 11 1945

Miss Jane Axtell
538 S. Normandie
Los Angels, Calif
USA

10 Oct 45
Camp Lucky Strike
France

Hyah Jane:

This will be the last letter you will receive from me overseas.  I expect to be homeward bound a the end of the month, Oh, Glory!

First of all, I did receive your gift package and I did let you know it arrived.  Anyway, to settle matters – thanx so much and it really was appreciated.

Life is so dammed monotonous and nerve-wracking in this camp that we could all go wacky with no effort whatsoever.  Fortunately, I was able to get two leaves to England and Scotland.  It was a swell break in the routine and great fun.

As to pictures – I never sent one to you because I just never had any taken.  We were always in field clothes until we came back here and there hasn’t been much change.

You won’t need a picture anyhow, as I think it will be much better deal if the real thing is on the spot.  Of course, it may possible be "civies" so you may have to look for the carnation in my lapel so that you may recognize me.

My plans for the present call for a trip to the Coast to look for a place to practice.  I really like it out there and would like very much to practice in L.A., S.F., or Seattle.  Possible the picture may change when I get home but I am all hit up about it right now. 

You can be a big help by letting me know what you think of the idea and giving some suggestions, will you?

When and if I get to L.A. you and I must hit the Cantina and say hello to the bartender.  This is we will say hello if we can talk.

If you gained the ten pounds in the proper places you should really be something to see.  I’ll see!

Nite, hon

Bestest
Ted

Send your letters to just plain Boonton, J.J. it really can’t miss me, don’t you know.

Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336

Med. Det. 354th Inf
APO 89 C/O PM
N.Y. N.Y.

Postmark U.S. Army 89 Aug 16 1945

Miss Jane Axtell
538 S. Normandie
Los Angels, Calif
USA

15 Aug 45
Camp Lucky Strike

Bon Jour Cherie!

Above is just about the total of the French I have learned and I just had to show off.

Your letter arrived Saturday and was quite a supprise since it has been so very seldom that I have heard from you.

It was a shame about your Dad – I know how much fun you had with him.

Yes I received your package, for which you were properly thanked.  To cinch the matter, my thanks again, dumpling.

There isn’t much chance of our getting home very soon as we are processing the troops who were to be redeployed. Now we probably have to get all the other troops out before we sail.

When the time does come for us to hit the States L.A. will definitely be one of my stops – I must see Freddie Fisher.  And, oh yes, it seems that seeing you might have something to do with my coming to that fair city.

You ask of my brother – luck is with us and we are only about fifty miles apart.  He is stationed just outside Le Hauve at Camp Herbert Tareyton [Note: the camps referenced are known as the "cigarette camps"] and we see each other fairly often.  We even were able to hit Paris together.

Tomorrow I get my first leave and am going to England and Scotland.  It is only a weeks leave but it should be worthwhile. 

Thinking of you, I am reminded of your cousin, that he was big enough to look at curves.  So am I!  How about a new pin up?  I’m drooling at the very thought of it.

Let me hear from you soon, won’t you?

Bestest
Ted

A fox is a wolf that brings flowers

My thanks to Lucy for putting out the message for me while you were gon.  I wish I could have been there to read it.

Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336
Med. Det. 354th Inf
APO 89 C/O PM
N.Y. N.Y.

Postmark U.S. Army 89 Jul 19 1945

Miss Jane Axtell
538 S. Normandie
Los Angels, Calif
USA

Air Mail

18 July 45
Camp Lucky Strike

Greetings lovely one:

Receiving a letter from me must be quite a shocking event.  I know that I have been lax in writing but in addition to my usual antipathy (what a word) my work here has prevented me frrom writing.

About a week after VE Day we were pulled back from Planitz, Germany to Arnstadt– stayed there two weeks and then make a 600 mile jaunt in two days back here to the very same camp through which we passed last winter.

Our regiment took over the camp and  I ended up by being the Post Dental Surgeon. This position consisted of an imposing title, a lot of hard work creating somthing out of nothing, a lot of head aches, and no extra compensation.

There has been an interuption of a couple hours – one of our medical officers brought his cousin, another medical officer in to visit. Now time has elapsed and a fifth of my oh so valuable Scotch has gone to hell.

If I had gone on writing while entirely sober I would have had sense enought to write just things.  But now – what with writing to you and a drink or two to help lose my inhibitions I could get very romantic in my writings.  The romance mainly consisting of telling you how much I would like to be with you and be able to spend the night with you.  Tell me, brown eyes, do your thoughts ever turn to the same thing?

I must me to bed – thats all for toniite.

Please write, won’t cha?

Bestest

Tec

Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336

Med. Det. 354th Inf
APO 89 C/O PM
N.Y. N.Y.

Postmark U.S. Army 89 May 14 1945

Miss Jane Axtell
538 S. Normandie
Los Angels, Calif
USA

Thaddeus G. Leske.

11 May 45
Saxony, Germany

Hello Jane:

In the past three days I have received three letters from you,  20 April, 26 April and a V. Mail cartoon poem.  Life is wonderful and so is the mailman.

You ask when I am going to resume fighting in Los Angeles.  Answer: More of your drawings, such as your legs getting a sun tan and I will be fighting to get back to Los Angels.  Between the legs and the lips (lewd sounding phrase) my mind is immediately filled with ideas, all in the same channel.

Do you think ya are worth chasing?  Now if that isn’t a silly question.  You certainly should know the answer to that one.  Or didn’t I come up to expectations?

I never commented on "there is no moon – the stars are dim – (?) of tune, etc.  – on account I don’t remember receiving it.  Try again and send the results post haste.

Your idea of sleeping in the other bed so that you would have the phone near was marvelous.  After only two and a half years – a very very keen mind.  Your phone probably didn’t ring that night simply because I wasn’t there.

Since your hair is in a bad way and I have very little we will probably make a very stunning couple getting stinken at some bar when I get back.

We have had quite a time here for the past couple of days with the German PWs streaming back. We have had 15000 come through our regimental PW cage alone.  I personaly evacuated 1400 woulded to surrounding hospitals.

Now that VE day has come and gone I imagine that I stand a very good chance of being put on my way to see CBI – Victory day come in [note: CBI probably means China Burma India]  If so, there is a possibility of leaving the West Coast.  If that day comes, be in good shape, little girl.

Thats all for now.

Bestest
Ted

Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336

Med. Det. 354th Inf
APO 89 C/O PM
N.Y. N.Y.

Postmark U.S. Army 89 Apr 26 1945

Miss Jane Axtell
538 S. Normandie
Los Angels, Calif
USA

Thaddeus G. Leske.

[Note: back of envelope in Mom’s printing is the name "Ann Quinlan Du Barry" and an indecipherable scrawl ]

24 April 45
Germany

Hello Janey:

Notice the affectionate note in the heading?  Its the non-fraterization business that gets me that way.  Lordy, if I should get back to your part of the States you sure are going to be in for a lot of fraterizing.

Life has been exciting, dull and confusing.  I am sure that it could have been a lot worse that it has.

We have been the "point" of the third Army since we entered combat.  At times we were the nearest of any Allies to bothe Berlin and the Russians.

In your most recent letter you mention a peace offering.  I am sure that it is lovely – but where the hell is it?  The mail, of course, is spasmodic and I did actually receive my first packager from home the other day.  Its mailing date was February something.

You ask how my French stood up when I tried to put it to proper use.  I got along fairly well in daily life but I didn’t have the opportunity to put it to proper use.

We are now having a rest period and so have to clean up and straighten things up.

When you are in the Cantina again say "hello" to Julie for me and have them play "I don’t (know) where I don’t know when" with a Chinese accent. 

Thats all for now.  Don’t dare dream of you

Ted

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On the back of page 3 of the letter in Mom’s handwriting:

He’s wrong
so wrong-
But whats to tell
whats right
whats might
who rings the bell
who talks
who walks on

Signed

Ann
Jane