Dec. '42 England I had seen fire go through the young pines in drought season. But it was no more swift than passion's blaze through us. Our hearts were rejoined and we were in each other's arms. We were pitiful in the bliss and pain of it -- so lavish were our loves so strong our need and right of each other and so vigorous and sentient our years. You will remember, won't you? 6 April '44 England The sun has just come up. It's a beautiful morning. The grassy downs are sparkling like myriads of diamonds. Sheep are placidly grazing around my tent, satisfied with the prospect of getting both food and drink in the same mouthful and displaying their wooly youngsters with great pride. From the top of our hill the great sea is as quiet as a lake. The anchored hulls of all the cargo ships are quietly swaying to and fro keeping rhythm with gentle swells that do not end in surf. This morning my heart goes out to you. Mar. 18, '45 Germany [Along the Rhine, 6 days before his death; taken from a letter to Evelyn's mother] I am still the busiest guy in the seven armies and the days and nights run together and melt away with alarming speed. Still, each one that passes brings closer that time when my purgatory on earth shall be ended and I can enter into my heaven through the portals of your two lovely arms. Mar. 21st, '45 [three days before his death] ...the build up for the big push rapidly being completed.
Vignettes: Letters from George to Evelyn: from the Private Papers of a World War II Bride
Song Cycle by Alan Louis Smith
Prologue:Dearest...
Darling...
1. Stationed in Europe  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by George W. Honts, First Lieutenant (d. 1945)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Crossing the English Channel ‑‑: Recitativo  [sung text checked 1 time]
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March 10, '44 [in the middle of the Channel for three days] I am the only officer aboard from my outfit--the boys are at a high pitch and primed for action. I am not the big chap that you may have imagined... right now I feel very small and unfit, unequal to the task that is awaiting for me just beyond the horizon and I am guilty of hiding a great loneliness and not a little fear behind a demeanor of official bravado and I confess feeling very smug in your love. Shouldn't I feel more proud of attaining you that if I were the big, brave, invincible knight of your dreams?
Authorship:
- by George W. Honts, First Lieutenant (d. 1945)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. France, having survived the Normandy Invasion, D‑Day:  [sung text checked 1 time]
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France July 2nd '44 Downpour of rain -- bombers -- fighters -- mud -- shattered dwellings -- dead livestock -- uprooted trees -- etc. France 14 Oct. '44 The order of the day is mud -- mud -- mud -- Thin slippery mud, thick sticky mud, French mud, German mud -- The rain is continuing unabated and the channel is pounding at its cliff confines as though it were possessed of the devil himself. France Nov. 22 '44 It is still inconceivable to me that you have chosen to share you life with me...a love which has given me new life, a new goal and a new approach to heaven.
Authorship:
- by George W. Honts, First Lieutenant (d. 1945)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Telegram ‑‑ Schism  [sung text checked 1 time]
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WESTERN UNION 1945 APR 2 PM 6 24 ..TA84 T.WA291 31 GOVT=WASHINGTON DC 2 753P [MRS EVELYN HONTS- 141 VINE ST RENO NEV-] THE SECRETARY OF WAR DESIRES TO EXPRESS HIS DEEP REGRET THAT YOUR HUSBAND 1LT HONTS GEORGE W WAS KILLED IN ACTION IN GERMANY 25 MAR 45 CONFIRMING LETTER FOLLOWS= J A ULIO THE ADJUTANT GENERAL
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Epilogue  [sung text checked 1 time]
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My heart, my mind, my soul is yours -- Love me -- Love me -- I adore you -- Love me, too. My best to everyone... Must run now, my sweet -- Gotta run now baby Love George
Authorship:
- by George W. Honts, First Lieutenant (d. 1945)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 567