Long gone are the days of civility when there was something honorable about the office of the Presidency. When it was about more than polls, the daily political winds, where character and morals counted and were the basis for which policy was developed and implemented. This is a terrific way to get to know the "heartbeat" of George Herbert Walker Bush. A decent and kind human being, his Presidency was successful in so many ways that are now not often thought of. The book was enjoyable, as it is a series of letters written to friends, family & political colleagues and even his wife, Barbara, who was a fine First Lady who cared about Family Literacy and has devoted much of her life post-White house to these endeavors. Letters from when G.H.W.B. was young up and until after his Presidency, along with the time he chose to go Sky Jumping and why it was so important to him. He was a man of purpose and a man of family and hope. This book is a must read for political biography enthusiasts.
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Former President George H.W. Bush, revealed through his letters and writings from 1941 to 2010, is “worth its weight in gold…a valuable update of the life of an honorable American leader” (The Washington Post).
“Who knew that beneath George Bush’s buttoned-up propriety pulsed the warm heart of a prolific and occasionally poetic writer with a wacky sense of humor?” (People) Though reticent in public, George Bush openly shared his private thoughts in correspondence throughout his life. This collection of letters, diary entries, and memos is the closest we’ll ever get to his autobiography.
Organized chronologically, readers will gain insights into Bush’s career highlights—the oil business, his two terms in Congress, his ambassadorship to the UN, his service as an envoy to China, his tenure with the Central Intelligence Agency, and of course, the vice presidency, the presidency, and the post-presidency. They will also observe a devoted husband, father, and American. Ranging from a love letter to Barbara and a letter to his mother about missing his daughter, Robin, after her death from leukemia to a letter to his children written just before the beginning of Desert Storm, this collection is remarkable for Bush’s candor, humor, and poignancy.
“An unusual glimpse of the private thoughts of a public figure” (Newsweek), this revised edition includes new letters and photographs that highlight the Bush family’s enduring legacy, including letters that cover George W. Bush’s presidency, 9/11, Bush senior’s work with President Clinton to help the victims of natural disasters, and the meaning of friendship and family. All the Best, George Bush “will shed more light on the man’s personal character and public persona than any memoir or biography could” (Publishers Weekly).
“Who knew that beneath George Bush’s buttoned-up propriety pulsed the warm heart of a prolific and occasionally poetic writer with a wacky sense of humor?” (People) Though reticent in public, George Bush openly shared his private thoughts in correspondence throughout his life. This collection of letters, diary entries, and memos is the closest we’ll ever get to his autobiography.
Organized chronologically, readers will gain insights into Bush’s career highlights—the oil business, his two terms in Congress, his ambassadorship to the UN, his service as an envoy to China, his tenure with the Central Intelligence Agency, and of course, the vice presidency, the presidency, and the post-presidency. They will also observe a devoted husband, father, and American. Ranging from a love letter to Barbara and a letter to his mother about missing his daughter, Robin, after her death from leukemia to a letter to his children written just before the beginning of Desert Storm, this collection is remarkable for Bush’s candor, humor, and poignancy.
“An unusual glimpse of the private thoughts of a public figure” (Newsweek), this revised edition includes new letters and photographs that highlight the Bush family’s enduring legacy, including letters that cover George W. Bush’s presidency, 9/11, Bush senior’s work with President Clinton to help the victims of natural disasters, and the meaning of friendship and family. All the Best, George Bush “will shed more light on the man’s personal character and public persona than any memoir or biography could” (Publishers Weekly).
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Guest Review of All the Best, George Bush: My Life in Letters and Other Writings
By Barbara Bush
George has always been known for his prodigious letter-writing – whether they are funny, sad, whimsical, serious – they all tell a story. Through his letters, you will see what I have seen for the past 68 years – George H.W. Bush is the most decent, dearest man; the most loving father; a friend to all.
Even though George went on to become a congressman, ambassador, Director of the CIA, Vice President and President, he never thought his work was finished. In recent years George partnered with President Clinton – the Odd Couple – to raise funds to aid in the relief efforts following the catastrophic tsunami in Southeast Asia and Hurricanes Katrina, Rita, and Ike in the Gulf Coast states. You can read all about the Odd Couple and more in this new edition of All the Best.
I have just reread the book for about the 5th time. The new letters are just wonderful, but I loved rereading the old ones as well. I remember when the book first came out 15 years ago, a number of book reviews said these letters were an amazing way to tell one’s life story – much more honest and revealing than an autobiography. (Which is good since we could not talk George into writing one.) I could not agree more. These letters really are a window into George Bush’s soul.
There are letters from World War II, when he wrote his mother just about every thought he had, including the day after he was shot down; there is a letter about our dear Robin, who died of leukemia at age 3; there are letters about Watergate, living in China, and meeting Mikhail Gorbachev for the first time. There are letters about what it means to win – and lose – the Presidency. And what it means to see a son become President. There are letters about 9-11 and Katrina and the death of John Paul II.
His letters to his children and grandchildren about aging are especially dear and poignant and honest.
And, yes, there are some funny and even silly letters – about broken toilets and the Aflac duck. There’s even one admonishing his college-aged granddaughters not to become “girls gone wild” on Spring Break.
I was reminded again of how lucky I am to have married this amazing man, and what a great adventure life with George Bush has been.
So I hope you enjoy reading this compilation of letters as much as I did… and may it show you all the best in life!
From Publishers Weekly
To the present governors of Texas and Florida, his sons George and Jeb, who worried that they might upstage their famous dad, former President Bush wrote: "Do not worry when you see the stories that compare you favorably to a Dad for whom English was a second language." President Bush was indeed famously inarticulate in public. But in this collection of diary entries, memos and letters written between 1942, when he started navy flight school, to March 1999, when he wrote a friend to express his consternation that his e-mail server was down, Bush proves himself to have been a gracious and staggeringly prolific correspondent. There are long letters, such as the September 1944 missive to his parents relating how he was shot down over the Pacific. And there are truly funny diary entries from his presidency about the Scowcroft Award, a running gag in the Bush cabinet named after National Security Adviser Brent Scowcroft, who apparently had an uncanny knack for napping in meetings: "A fantastic challenge by Ed Derwinski. very firm eye closure and a remarkable recovery gambit." Naturally, there are long letters to world leaders such as Deng Xiaoping, King Hussein, Mikhail Gorbachev and others about matters of historical import. Diary entries cover the Tiananmen Square massacre, the failed coup against Gorbachev, the Gulf War and other crises (though there's hardly anything about the Iran-contra scandal). Rarely does Bush display any partisan bitterness, and even then it's not very pungent (though he's consistently irked by the press). Bush must have been tempted to write a memoir intended to beat historians to the interpretive punch. This modest alternative is refreshing and, in many ways, will shed more light on the man's personal character and public persona than any memoir or biography could. It offers an intriguing picture of a man who takes fierce pride in his modesty.
Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc.
Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc.
From Library Journal
In order to enjoy this production, listeners must bury deep any doubts they have about Bush the President; this audiobook certainly does. Bush the man is a different study altogether. Never mind that the family motto surely is "Saying it makes it so." Never mind that the Bush family, or their editors, have the political instincts to select only letters calculated to please. Never mind that Bush himself must have understood from the beginning that every single word he committed to paper would become part of the public record. Don't get bogged down into trying to second-guess what is true and what is spin, and you will be totally won over by Bush and family, many of whom helped narrate this production, including Barbara, Marvin, Neil, and Jonathan. The collection screams two things: the former President got a bad rap by those who accused him of being unemotional and uncaring, and he is not a puritan, even though the early letters included here belie this. In total, this is a thoroughly enjoyable and warm memoir. Recommended.
-Mark Pumphrey, Polk Cty. P.L., Columbus, NC
Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.
-Mark Pumphrey, Polk Cty. P.L., Columbus, NC
Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.
From Kirkus Reviews
The former president presents his autobiography in the form of annotated letters, journal entries, a few speeches, and assorted documents. Like many collections of letters, this one is not uniformly interesting. Some of the scores of letters are dull, some superfluous, others patently self-serving (and readers may wonder if the many ellipses replace some of the most revealing passages). But Bush emerges as an uncomplicated, decent, thoughtful mana man who unashamedly espouses the values of hearth, home, and friendship (and dog ownership!), who was at all times exactly what he appeared to be, who loved his wife (he says that he wants on his gravestone only these words: ``He loved Barbara very much''), loved his children, loved his country. The letters are chronologicalbeginning with a section called ``Love and War,'' ending with ``Looking Forward''and chronicle in surprising detail Bush's life from his 1942 enlistment in the navy to the present. In the letters (and in his accompanying notes) are some fascinating comments and events. Young Barbara (not yet his wife) was ``so darn attractive''; Bill Clinton (then governor) was ``a very nice man''; John Dean (the Watergate whistle-blower) was ``a small, slimy guy''; Pat Buchanan could be ``mean and ugly''; Barbara snores; Bush ``never regretted'' selecting Dan Quayle as his running mate; he was enraged at Newsweek for a cover story that suggested he was a wimp; and his ``damnedest experience'' was throwing up on the Japanese prime minister in 1992. Although Bush hates psychological profiles, he reveals a bit of his inner life here, most poignantly so when he admits that his loss to Clinton ``hurt, hurt, hurt.'' Somewhat nettlesome is Bush's insistence on referring to just about everyone as a friend, close friend, or great friend. Please. One must search carefully in this large brown carpet to find the silver and golden threadsbut they are there. -- Copyright ©1999, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.
Review
"Worth it's weight in gold....the new edition of “All the Best” is a valuable update of the life of an honorable American leader. It captures the reflections of a man who has scaled the highest mountain of political success — then moved beyond ambition and discovered peace and fulfillment in simpler things in life: his friends, his family and a genuine love of the country he once led." ― Washington Post
"Bush's collected letters in this book offer readers not only a better understanding of Bush as president, politician, diplomat, and head of the CIA, but also his thoughts and feelings as a father and husband, thanks to the many personal letters that are included." ― Christian Science Monitor
“Who knew that beneath George Bush’s buttoned-up propriety pulsed the warm heart of a prolific and occasionally poetic writer with wacky sense humor?" ― People
"Bush's collected letters in this book offer readers not only a better understanding of Bush as president, politician, diplomat, and head of the CIA, but also his thoughts and feelings as a father and husband, thanks to the many personal letters that are included." ― Christian Science Monitor
“Who knew that beneath George Bush’s buttoned-up propriety pulsed the warm heart of a prolific and occasionally poetic writer with wacky sense humor?" ― People
About the Author
George H.W. Bush, forty-first president of the United States (1989-1993), is the author of Speaking of Freedom, a collection of his speeches and coauthor with Brent Scowcroft of the critically acclaimed 1998 book A World Transformed. He and his wife, Barbara, live in Houston, Texas, and Kennebunkport, Maine.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Chapter One: Love and War
When Japan bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, I was a seventeen-year-old high school senior at Phillips Academy, Andover. I could hardly wait to get out of school and enlist. Six months later, Secretary of War Henry Stimson delivered our commencement address and advised my class to go to college. He predicted it would be a long war, and there would be plenty of time for us to serve. My dad, Prescott Bush, with whom it was not easy to disagree, hoped I would listen to Secretary Stimson and go on to Yale. After the ceremony, Dad asked me if I had changed my mind. I told him no, I was "joining up." Dad simply nodded his okay. On my eighteenth birthday, June 12, 1942, I enlisted in the Navy's flight training program as a seaman second class.
My mother kept all the letters I wrote to her and Dad during World War II, so most of these come from her collection. You will find only one letter to a Barbara Pierce of Rye, New York. Barbara lost her "love" letters during one of our many moves after we got married.
This first group of letters was written from Chapel Hill, North Carolina, where I was enrolled in Naval Aviation Pre-Flight School. For some reason I did not date these letters, but I was stationed there from August to October of 1942.
Dear Mum and Dad,
...Today I felt better than I have since I've been here. It was hot but not unbearable. One fellow fainted at drill just to remind us that it was still hot. It is amazing how our moods change here. So many little things affect us. A cold Coke after drill can do more for one than you can imagine. I have never appreciated little things before. Ice cream, movies, a 15 minute rest, a letter, a compliment to our platoon. All these little things amount to so much in your mind and it is fun. Spirits go way up and way down, but when they're up you feel so wonderful...
I have gotten to know most of the fellows in the platoon. They are a darn good-hearted bunch...There are so many different types here. We have a pretty friendly platoon -- also good spirit...
On our 5 hr. hike tomorrow my heart'll be with you in the "docks." So drink a sip of water for me. It is our greatest luxury -- a swallow of cold water. I think I'm really going to get a lot out of this place. Already we have learned a lot about people & discipline and tired muscles.
Much love,
Pop
This is a letter to my sister, Nancy, who was two years my junior. I was one of five children: Prescott (whom we called Pres or Pressy), myself, Nancy, Jonathan, and William (nicknamed Bucky), who was only four years old when I joined the Navy.
Dear Nance,
...There is not much "news" here. We live by the day -- a wholesome life, at times seemingly futile, but looking at it philosophically I wouldn't change positions with any fellow in civilian life. The Navy itself is great, but what we are here for is even greater, and if at all times I can keep my objective in view I am hopeful of a successful conclusion to this one year course. After having been here just one month my desire to win my wings and become an officer is tremendous. I'm afraid if I fail for any reason my disappointment will be very deep. I am proud to be here, Nance, and as I said before wouldn't change for the world.
...I have to write Bobsie now. I miss her more than she knows, Nance. I don't know why but she seems so perfect a girl -- beautiful, gentle, a wonderful sense of humor, so much fun etc. I think of her all the time and would love to see her.
Give her my love especially --
Much love to you and write if you get another minute -- so long,
Pop
Dear Mum and Dad,
...The only thing wrong with this place is, they don't realize the average intelligence. They hand out so much crude propaganda here. It is really sickening -- Many of the men here realize it -- also the intelligent officers. Stuff like "Kill the Japs -- hate -- murder" and a lot of stuff like "you are the cream of American youth." Some fellows swallow it all. These are the fellows many whom are below average intelligence, 2 of my roommates, for example, get a big kick out of hearing it. Maybe it is good. All the well educated fellows know what they are fighting for -- why they are here and don't need to be "brainwashed" into anything...
Much love,
Pop
Dear Mum,
Well the war strikes home, as it were, doesn't it -- c.c. with the very sad news of George Mead. I didn't know him very well, but from all sides all you could hear was praise. He died the way all of us would like to die when our time comes -- Mum, it's a very funny thing. I have no fear of death now. Maybe it's because I am here safely on the ground that I say this. I do not think I will change. All heroics aside, I feel, and every fellow here I'm sure feels, that the only part of the whole thing of any worry would be the sorrow it might cause to our families. I cannot express myself as clearly as I see it in my own mind. Once in the air death may strike at any time, but I shall not fear it. Perhaps with this fleet it will be different -- God grant it won't!...
Much, much love,
Pop
Dear Mum,
Well today sure was wonderful.
...I met Barbara at the Inn at 12. She took a cab over from Raleigh. She looked too cute for words -- really beautiful. We had a sandwich in town and then walked. I showed her the plant and then we walked over to Keenan Stadium. When we started it was clear, but once there it poured -- just buckets. We got some protection from the canvas covered press box, but couldn't leave there.... Not thrilling but such fun just seeing her. We laughed at everything. I had formation at six so we went back to the Inn. She took a bus for Raleigh where she is staying overnight with a girl from school. She was so swell to come way over here. I sure am glad you said "grand idea" to Mrs. Pierce....
Much love to all,
Pop
This next group of letters were written from Wold-Chamberlain Naval Air Station, Minneapolis, where I was based from November 1942 to February 1943. It was here that I finally began to learn how to fly.
Dear Mum,
Well today was the big day -- in fact one of the biggest thrills of my life, I imagine. We marched down to the #1 hanger and they read out the names for the first hop. I was in. I went down, got my gear, and then consulted the board. Plane P-18 1st hop -- 2nd hop Plane P-18 check pilot Boyle. I immediately went around trying to find out what kind of a check Boyle is. All I got was "pretty tough". This was quite disheartening. I then went out and warmed up the ship waiting for Ens. Crume (CRUME pronounced croom) to arrive....The fog was pretty thick but they let us go up. Crume came and we were off. I did it all myself and everything went O.K. However, I was so nervous, that in the beginning my legs were shivering around. Once in the air I was completely cool much to my surprise. We did some emergencies and landings and then came in. I gave him one poor landing so I wasn't sure about my "up", but when we got out he told me "O.K." Then for the real check. Ens. Boyle came out. Once in the plane we didn't say a word. I taxied out, revved up the engine, locked the tailwheel, adjusted my goggles & seat, checked the instruments & the tower, swung into the wind and we were off. For about one turn of the field I was pretty nervous. First he signaled (wouldn't talk) to make 2 landings (When I speak of landings I mean "touch and go" except for this final one before the plane stops rolling, gun her and take off again.) The first landing was swell -- the 2nd rather rough. We then dove into the fog and went off and did 2 1,000-foot emergencies. (That is he cuts the gas, and I have to establish a glide, get going into the wind to land on a field which I select -- we don't actually land, just go down to about 75 feet) Once I picked out a good field but the other time I'm afraid it'd have been a pretty rough procedure if I had had to land. He then indicated to head back to the field?For a minute I was lost -- couldn't see the field through the mist, but luckily I located it. I did 2 more landings and taxied in. My nervousness, which had subsided after the first takeoff, came on again. As he climbed out I looked for the verdict. "Did you get an up from your instructor," he said. "O.K. -- then take it up yourself," and off he walked. There I was alone in the plane: I gave the "thumbs up" to the plane captain, he removed the chocks and I was off. I wasn't shaky on the controls, and was completely confident for some reason. I had to taxi way down between rows of army bombers to get to my take off point. My solo was just "2 landings" -- that's your first solo assignment. Off I zoomed -- climbed to 300 ft at 65 knots; level off -- pass under the traffic circle. Nobody was there saying all this, this time yet I did it -- The needle seemed to stay right at 500 -- whereas with the instructors I'd drop or gain. Everything seemed so free and easy and really wonderful. My landings weren't good -- I bounced and didn't cut quite soon enough, but I didn't worry as I have before. This was the thing that made it so much fun. I turned back in and it was over -- just as quickly as it had come. I felt good though -- Mum, It was the first time I have climbed out of the plane without worrying or having a touch of discouragement. Yes, tonight I am very happy.
When we leave here we want to specify the type of flying we want to do. I have been considering the Marines (I'd be commissioned 2nd Lt. instead of Ensign) The reason is they fly a lot in attack bombers -- fly low and strafe as well as bomb. They clear the way for advancing troops. This or long range bombing appeals to me more than anything else, and from all I can gather, the Marines do more of it than the Navy. I have 2 months before I choose anyway, and besides you don't always get your choice. I'll let you know what I decide as soon as I know more about flying and find out what I'd be best in...
Well, Mum, I better go back and get some sleep -- Much love to all,
Pop
Dear Mum,
...Thanksgiving comes tomorrow. I guess that I will hardly notice it here -- that is outwardly as we can't leave the base and just get 1 hr. off, but it won't just be a regular day Mum. We all do have something to be thankful for, even though the days are darker than when we could all be together. I guess I'm the most thanks-giving fellow here, because even though I'm a couple of thousand miles off I'm lucky, Mum -- Lucky for you and Dad and all the family and so many other things. I thought when I was away at school I understood it all, but being away in the Navy for this long and with so many different types of fellows has made me see more clearly still how much I do have to be thankful for....
Much love, Mum dear
Pop
Dear Mum,
Gosh it was wonderful hearing your voice today -- It was swell of you to call. I got the message just after I came back from church....
It was interesting to see a lot of these fellows, today. Some tough ones, some common, other grand fellows. We all are up to our beds for a few minutes after church, and most of the fellows were quiet -- thinking of other Thanksgiving days. For many it was the first time away and it was a bit strange. It will always be strange to me, to be away on a day like this, at least until I have my own home. It's days like this that makes me anxious to be out fighting -- though I know I can never become a killer, I will never feel right until I have actually fought. Being physically able and young enough I belong out at the front and the sooner there, the better. The job seems so tremendous, yet it must end and when it does and we have won perhaps days like this will once again be symbolic of happiness and freedom and the ironic note added by a brutal war will be far removed....
Much love,
Pop
Dear Dad and Mum,
...Yesterday a friend of mine cracked up. His motor cut on him and all landing sites were poor. He managed to get it fairly well down but then he nosed over, flipped onto his back, and was hanging by his safety belt -- about 1 ft. from the ground (his head). The tail was wiped right off the plane. Luckily he unhooked his belt and could slip out O.K. Poor Ed. He hasn't been doing too well anyway and this may be just what he doesn't need. The motors are apt to cut on cold days -- Once I started looking for a field but the thing got going O.K. again...
Barbara knitted me a pair of socks which she claims don't look at all like socks but she's sending them anyway. Maybe I can make a neck protector out of 'em if they are too big....
Much love,
Pop
Dear Mum and Dad,
Well my first Xmas away is over and gone, but I don't believe I'll ever forget it. I missed you all very much, yet I wasn't homesick. Your lovely presents are wonderful. I've got the bracelet on and it'll never be taken off permanently until I'm back for good. It's beautiful, Mum, and it means an awful lot to me. The goggles I wore today and they are wonderful. I'm surprised you could get such grand ones. They are just what I needed -- good protection by that rubber and it holds my face mask firmly in place and also they don't hurt across the nose. The bathrobe is swell, too. Thank you so much -- oh yes, the stocking too -- I only hope that we'll never think we're too old for them...
...My Xmas take was good. $25 from Gampy, and numerous socks and the like. Got a big box of food from the Pierces and Barbara is sending me soon what I asked for; namely a decent picture of her...
As always,
Pop
Occasionally in my letters home I would include diagrams to illustrate what I was learning. This is a typical example:
Dear Mum,
Well the sky is clear today and it looks like I'll get my hop in...My inverted spins were really pretty good fun. You are really thrown outward with terrific force and if it weren't for the belt you'd fly through space. I also had immelman's and falling leaf. An immelman's starts off like a loop. Dive to pick up your 125 knots, pull back to upside down -- now here's the difference -- instead of coming on around you do a slow roll from the upside down position and fly on out:
They are about the hardest but are also good fun....
Pop
Please keep in mind as you read this letter that I was a very innocent eighteen-year-old, and it was 1942. Things were very different way back then. Having said that, I do not think it would be a bad thing if more eighteen-year-olds today were just as innocent. As to the reference to my sister, Nancy, I suspect Mum had caught her kissing a beau.
Dearest Mum,
Now about your question, Mum. I do love to kid you and did this summer but I agree with you in part. I would hate to have Nancy a necker at heart. Nothing could be worse. Kissing is not an obligation a girl owes a boy regardless of how often he takes her out or how much money he spends ...but I don't think that it is entirely wrong for a girl to be kissed by a boy. Let us take this famous case Pierce vs. Bush summer '42. I kissed Barbara and am glad of it. I don't believe she will ever regret it or resent it, and I certainly am not ashamed of it. I'd tell you, Mrs. Pierce, or anybody but at the same time I might as well tell you I have never felt towards another girl as I do towards her. Whether the feeling is mutual I cannot say. To get back to my example, however, if Barbara sort of forgets me, which is not unlikely, as I have no chance to see her at all, I don't believe she will ever dislike me more for having kissed her. She knows how I felt towards her and she must have shared some of the same feeling or she would not have allowed me to kiss her. I have never kissed another girl -- this making myself just as much of an oddity as Nancy, since most of the boys do not stop with kissing -- (how terribly true that is here, more than home, but then again most of these fellows are grown men -- also men with different background.) It's not because I have honestly disapproved of it, however. If I said it were I would be lying. In conclusion a Mrs. Simmons kiss, both sides willing, I believe harmless; to neck -- entirely wrong -- for a girl to be kissed by someone whom she loves (or thinks she love) and who -- she is sure cares for her -- O.K. This is a very uncoordinated piece of writing and unorganized but I've said about what I mean. For a kiss to mean engagement is a very beautiful idea, Mama, but it went out a while back I guess.
Now for me to continue and tell you the facts of life -- of the life I'm living in 1940's -- Apparently Mum you seemed so terribly surprised when Pressy and I hinted around about the "things that went on?" Pressy and I share a view which few others, very few others even in Greenwich share. That's regarding intercourse before marriage. I would hate to find that my wife had known some other man, and it seems to me only fair to her that she be able to expect the same standards from me. Pres agrees as I said before, but not many others our age will. Daddy has never discussed such things with us -- of this I am very glad. But we have learned as the years went on by his character what is right and what is wrong. Most fellows here -- true some are engaged and some believe as I do -- but most fellows take sex as much they can get. This town in particular seems full of girls (working in offices etc.) rather attractive girls at that, who after a couple of drinks would just as soon go to bed with some cadet. They are partly uniform conscious I suppose, but the thing is they, as well as the cadet, have been brought up differently. They believe in satisfying any sexual urge by contact with men. They all say "I'm not that type of girl, but all-right -- just for you!" Every single girl says this. These girls are not prostitutes, but just girls without any morals at all. Somehow it does seem a little worse for girls to me, I suppose it shouldn't but it does. Leading the life we lead one cannot help but feel the desire for a woman. I would be most facetious were I to deny ever having experienced said feelings. The difference is entirely in what we have been taught; not only in "what" but in "how well" we have been taught it.
This pertains not only to the N.A.S. [Naval Air Station] Minneapolis, Minn., but to every town in the country, to college campuses -- yes, even to Yale University. Boys you know -- boys I like very much -- and even boys I admire have had intercourse with women....
Some guys, you know one perfect example in New Haven, because they love a girl believe in relationships before marriage. This seems to me more excusable than just plain sex -- sex to satisfy physical biological emotions -- yet I know it is not right.
Most of this you have probably known, but this is how I feel. I hope that this letter does not seem presumptuous. To think all this was brought on by your asking me what I thought about kissing.
Much love,
Pop
professor "sexology" Ph.D.
Dear Mum, Last night I really had quite a scare in night flying. I finished all my night flying last night. I just had one solo yesterday. The wind was almost from south -- a little southwest, but they had the runway laid out west. This meant we were landing somewhat crosswind to start with -- an undesirable setup. Furthermore they had the runway much narrower than usual. It was like landing on a pin. All the instructors were griping about how narrow the runway was. You see with the crosswind there was considerable drift. In other words you'd have your plane pointing one way, and you'd be making true a different course over the ground. It was quite tough, but I surprised myself and really made some nice landings (Night flying is much easier alone as you can see all the signals more clearly and command a better view of the runway.) Well, I was coming in for my last landing. I got all "squared away" and even got a green light from the truck. Suddenly I heard this scraping noise -- I had hit a tree -- Well you can imagine my feelings. I didn't know whether the next second I'd hit one with my prop instead of my wheels. I gave full throttle and climbed up -- flew across the field and came in again. It turned out later that two instructors also hit this tree. The runway was too close to the woods on the east side of the field. I just thanked my lucky stars I wasn't 2 or 3 feet lower or I'd have hit the prop and then, well I don't really know. It's a funny thing -- you don't ever get scared till afterwards. Same with a dangerous landing or something....
So long for now, Mum
Much much love,
Pop
Dear Mum,
Yesterday was one of the -- if not the -- most unpleasant days of my life -- at least 1 1?4 hours of it. I had my "D" check with Ensign Warren. He was very nice on the ground, but no sooner did we get in the plane than he started yelling. In no time in my life have I ever felt so uncomfortable. According to him I just couldn't do a thing right. Frankly, before my check I was confident but once in that plane I was lost. Taxing, climbing -- even on fundamentals like that?he bellowed. I was so flustered I couldn't think. (How I pity guys with instructors like that) Well we got on the ground and I was beat. But after it was over he gave me a very weak "up" nevertheless it's an "up." It was an experience I'll probably have to undergo again. But I sure hope not. That must be the philosophy of some pilots to make you fly under tough conditions. The fact remains however, that I got an up....
...The realization came upon me yesterday that I'm 2?3 on the way to my commission and wings almost. It is a wonderful feeling and I just hope that in 3 months more I'll actually get through...
Much love to all,
Pop
This next series of letters were written from the U.S. Naval Air Station in Corpus Christi, Texas, where I was stationed from February to June 1943.
Dear Mum,
...Today I went to church here. There were only about 12 cadets and 8 others there but it was very nice. The Chaplain was an awfully young fellow with a most appealing nature. It was held in ground school. I was very poor about churching in Mpls....
I got a letter from F. Von Stade. He was on a 14 day furlough at Aiken [S.C.] recovering from pneumonia -- what a break. Anyway he called up Barbara ...He claims Barbara said she was glad I was in Texas where the girls are lousy so maybe I still am in. I sure so hope so. If she "fluffed me off" without warning I would be absolutely sick no kidding. Every day practically guys are getting "fluffed off" from girls they've left.... All the time it happens. You know Mum it's funny being thrown in with a bunch of guys so much older -- They don't seem older, but here they are, all thinking and talking about getting married etc. Everyone asks me, after looking at Barbara's picture, when I'm going to marry her. Good heaven's! To think that last year at this time I was thinking along lines of prep school proms and stuff seems unbelievable. That's the hard part. Being around guys averaging 22 about it's only natural to think as they do on general things, and yet my 18 years keep coming up. I wish I were 20 or 21. It's not that I feel younger or anything, but I just wish I were. The fellows whose lives may be better for this thing are those who graduated last fall or Xmas from college. They have a degree and can probably get a decent job after the war and still will profit from having had military experience. Say the war ends in 2 years and I go to college. I'll feel like the old man ...all my friends'll be through. That'll all straighten out though, and if you think I'd change with any of those fellows at Yale, you're sadly mistaken. I still would like to be 21 -- have a million dollars, and a beautiful wife. I can remember how I once said I wasn't going to get married.
...I do still love (I honestly feel sure of it) Barbara, Mum, yet I know that there is such a chance of her meeting some other guy. She is so very young and so darn attractive and I could hardly expect her to keep caring about me for years. ENOUGH OF THIS!!!!!!!! You both must think I'm crazy!...
Much love,
Pop
Dear Mum and Dad,
Today was the big day and after a great deal of confusion it seems that your loving son is a torpedo bomber selectee. Yes I got my first choice and tomorrow morning, unless some unforeseen circumstances arise, I pack my belongings and move out to nearby (3 miles) Waldron Field, new home of the Torpedo squadron. I really am delighted with my lot and provided all goes well I should be home with you all in less than 6 weeks.
...John Buckby, one of my roommates now, 19 years old (the only other fellow I've met that young) is going to get married when he graduates. Naturally we all talk about these things, and he is convinced that he should?however, he has no money aside from the $250 he'll be making and then his future is a bit of a "?" I don't quite see how these guys get married when they know that they have no means of support and probably will be out of this country in a short time....
Much love,
Pop
Dear Mum,
...Barbara knit me another pair of socks. The last ones, except for the shape, were really swell. These, she says, are too heavy and miles too big. At the last minute she always gets embarrassed and won't send them until I persuade her.
...Mum, I don't know why, but I can hardly believe that I'll be an officer soon. It just is something I've really wanted and now that it looks like I'm going to get it, I find it hard to believe. From what I can gather I will be the youngest flying officer (maybe officers) in the Navy. I'm not proud of being young?but it's a fact so I've been told. The youngest in the Army is 19....
Much much love,
Pop
Mum, De-ah,
...Mum, I'm really worried. I hope it's one of her lapses which she falls in occasionally either because she's busy or just to keep me anxious and interested; but I haven't gotten but 1 letter in 31?2 weeks. Before there were a couple of 2 week famines but never this. I don't know, hope it's not the "fluff." Being away from all nice girls I worry more than usual over Barb. It's silly but that's how its been. As I've said before Barb is really a smart girl in that she can be sweet and all that without committing herself to any great degree -- Oh well, not much I can do now....
Much love,
Pop
I received my wings on June 9, 1943, in Corpus Christi, three days before my nineteenth birthday. After a short leave at home, I reported to the U.S. naval air station in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, where I would learn how to fly torpedo bombers.
Dear Mum,
First of all and mainly is the matter of a glorious 5 days. Never in the world could any son ever have been given such a welcome. You and Dad just did too much for me. Not much else I can say about it, except that those short 5 days have made all my time away from home seem worthwhile. Trite though it may be, it's a short stay with those you love which re-clarifies in one's mind exactly what you're fighting for. From now on it will be no picnic. Two months here (no more). A week or so at Chicago and then as quickly as one squadron can form at either San Diego or Norfolk or Oklahoma, we head overseas. That takes perhaps a week, perhaps 2 months, depending on the men available. Being here and seeing these monstrous ships in their battle paint brings home the point that it won't be long now. I cannot wait?not because of the glamour or of the thrills -- for heaven's knows I love my home like few others?but because it is my job, clearly defined and it must be done....
One last thing, sweet Mama! The way you and Dad both were so wonderful about Barbara probably meant more to me than anything. After all you hadn't seen me in ages and yet you didn't object to my running off. I needn't bother to tell you how much Barbara means to me -- pretty evident I guess -- knowing this you must know how happy you made me by being so marvelous about having her up etc.
Goodnight and much, much love,
Pop
Dear Mum and Dad,
...I saw a Henry Aldrich movie here at the base tonight. Also heard Fred $ am now back listening to Marian Anderson. I have used this radio almost incessantly....
I sent Barbara an alligator; he ate Mrs. Pierce's frog in her pool, and finally beat an escape into the woods. If you would like a 'gator' at home -- give me the word and he's as good as yours.
Much love,
Pop
I finished my training in Fort Lauderdale in August 1943 and then headed for the huge naval base in Norfolk, Virginia. For the next few months, as I entered my final stage of training, I bounced around quite a bit -- to the naval air station at Chincoteague, Virginia; back to Norfolk; up to Hyannis, Massachusetts; to Charlestown, Rhode Island; then back to Norfolk. During this period my squadron was formed, VT-51. (For some reason, I also started dating my letters about this time.)
Monday, Nov. 1
Dear Dad,
I've thought this over and I wasn't quite sure whether I should write or not, but I wanted to tell someone about it, and I think it wiser to tell you, cause Mum might do some unnecessary worrying. I hope you won't worry about me after hearing it. I wanted to tell you all about it though.
Today on my last flight I was coming in for my final landing when I hit a vicious slipstream from 2 recently landed TBF's. I was ready to land but I shoved on full throttle to go around again -- by that time, however, the slipstream had one wing down on the runway. I swerved to that (the left side) going off the runway. As I went off -- my wheels hit and one gave way -- This sent me careening sort of half sideway on one wing and the belly over the ground. Everything happened so quickly that I can't exactly remember it all. The prop hit and stopped. I was scared we'd tip over, but luckily we didn't. As soon as she stopped -- I snapped off the switch, gas, and battery and leapt out and to the stern. My crewmen were scurrying out as I opened the back door. Luckily none of the 3 of us was injured at all. The plane is a total loss. Both wings smashed, fuselage slightly buckled etc.-etc. It gave me quite a feeling. While careening speedily and recklessly across the runway a feeling of helplessness not fear seized me. Then there flashed thru my mind the question "will we go over?" -- then she stopped and I leapt. Funny I never really was scared. After it was over I had that excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. We were terribly lucky that the ship didn't burn.
The skipper was very understanding & nice about the whole thing. Nothing will happen to me, I'll just sign a report. It really was something -- one of the things that make flying dangerous is the slipstream, and I really got hit bad.
I feel perfectly now and am anxious to get back in the air tomorrow, so don't give it another thought. I just wanted to let you know about it.
It was really great seeing you all again this weekend, and I'm now looking forward to the next one --
Ever devotedly,
Pop
Dear Mum,
...Now, Mum, I may have quite a secret to tell you in a few days -- are you wiser at all? Maybe you can guess -- maybe not.
It was such fun seeing you, Mum. It really wasn't for long -- I feel badly about it after; came home and then see you so little. Must be love Mum -- No longer am I confused though -- I'm just so convinced that Barbara is the girl for me. The only thing that bothers me is the future. I feel certain that right now I could hold down a job as well as men with an educational advantage over me. I have associated for the most part with college fellows since I've been in the Navy and in my own heart I know I could do a job as well -- The question is what -- I wouldn't want to fly all my life for a living -- any job where I could make enough money to have the few basic things I desire would be most welcome. I often think and worry about it -- I now know exactly what I want. No college, I'll have to do without, just a job anywhere with a fairly decent salary. The war will probably last at least 2 years more so my problem is not as imminent as it might be, but it worries me a little. Why this outburst I don't know -- anyway lots of people will need a good butler when this is over....
Ever lovingly,
Pop
This letter was written after I had been home on leave, during which I told my mother that Barbara and I were "secretly" engaged.
Dear Mum,
...I'm glad I told you all about Bar & me. You probably knew already; but do tell Dad! I found two letters from Barbara here today. I think she has told her family. She said she was going to and she told me to tell all my family -- Poor child doesn't quite know what "all" means in this case I'm afraid. I do think I'll write Ganny & Flash sometime soon about it. I don't quite know how to go about it all. As things stand now I'll probably wait about a year to announce it, but things do so change -- I think Barbara is partial to the present -- I'll have to see her soon again and talk it all over. She agreed to my suggestion of waiting till after the fleet, but I can't be sure her heart feels that way until I see her. As for me, the present would be fine, but somehow the other seems wiser...
Incidentally if you see any shiny rocks on our driveway collect them -- Seriously though, Mum just for interests sake what does a fairly decent looking ring cost?...
Much love,
Pop
As I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, Barbara lost all my letters to her during the war -- except for this one, which she kept in her engagement scrapbook.
Dec. 12, 1943
My darling Bar,
This should be a very easy letter to write -- words should come easily and in short it should be simple for me to tell you how desperately happy I was to open the paper and see the announcement of our engagement, but somehow I can't possibly say all in a letter I should like to.
I love you, precious, with all my heart and to know that you love me means my life. How often I have thought about the immeasurable joy that will be ours some day. How lucky our children will be to have a mother like you --
As the days go by the time of our departure draws nearer. For a long time I had anxiously looked forward to the day when we would go aboard and set to sea. It seemed that obtaining that goal would be all fairly decent looking ring cost?...
Much love,
Pop
As I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, Barbara lost all my letters to her during the war -- except for this one, which she kept in her engagement scrapbook.
Dec. 12, 1943
My darling Bar,
This should be a very easy letter to write -- words should come easily and in short it should be simple for me to tell you how desperately happy I was to open the paper and see the announcement of our engagement, but somehow I can't possibly say all in a letter I should like to.
I love you, precious, with all my heart and to know that you love me means my life. How often I have thought about the immeasurable joy that will be ours some day. How lucky our children will be to have a mother like you --
As the days go by the time of our departure draws nearer. For a long time I had anxiously looked forward to the day when we would go aboard and set to sea. It seemed that obtaining that goal would be all I could desire for some time, but, Bar, you have changed all that. I cannot say that I do not want to go -- for that would be a lie. We have been working for a long time with a single purpose in mind, to be so equipped that we could meet and defeat our enemy. I do want to go because it is my part, but now leaving presents itself not as an adventure but as a job which I hope will be over before long. Even now, with a good while between us and the sea, I am thinking of getting back. This may sound melodramatic, but if it does it is only my inadequacy to say what I mean. Bar, you have made my life full of everything I could ever dream of -- my complete happiness should be a token of my love for you.
Wednesday is definitely the commissioning and I do hope you'll be there. I'll call Mum tomorrow about my plan. A lot of fellows put down their parents or wives and they aren't going so you could pass as a Mrs. -- Just say you lost the invite and give your name. They'll check the list and you'll be in. How proud I'll be if you can come.
I'll tell you all about the latest flying developments later. We have so much to do and so little time to do it in. It is frightening at times. The seriousness of this thing is beginning to strike home. I have been made asst. gunnery officer and when Lt. Houle leaves I will be gunnery officer. I'm afraid I know very little about it but I am excited at having such a job. I'll tell you all about this later too.
The wind of late has been blowing like mad and our flying has been cut to a minimum. My plane, #2 now, is up at Quonset, having a camera installed. It is Bar #2 but purely in spirit since the Atlantic fleet won't let us have names on our planes.
Goodnite, my beautiful. Everytime I say beautiful you about kill me but you'll have to accept it --
I hope I get Thursday off?there's still a chance. All my love darling --
Poppy
public fiancé as of 12/12/43
December 29
Dear Mum,
...I changed my allotment check, so starting either at the end of January or the end of February the check for 143 dollars will come to you every month. The reason for this is because if I left it made out to the bank and I should become lost the payments would immediately be stopped. If it is made out to you and I am lost the checks will continue to come in until it is definitely established that I am safely in heaven....
all love
[not signed]
Jan. 11
Dear Mum,
...I miss Bar something terrific but I suppose it's only natural. It's really agony -- so close and yet so far away. I think of her every minute and know that I will be completely happy only when I am with her again. I will be so pleased when she is mine for keeps. When that will be it is hard to guess. I certainly hope we can get married before she finishes Smith. As far as her wanting to, that's settled. We both want to be married, but it's so clear to see that our wants are not the determining factor in this case. What do you both think I should have to offer Bar before we can get married? She does not expect us to have a thing, but I wonder if it would be fair to her to get married with what I have saved, say in a year after I get back I will have well over $2,000 by then.
Perhaps I'd be sent back out again a few months after we were married. There are so many considerations. The one thing I really want is to have Barbara for my wife and naturally I want that as soon as possible....I have talked to Bar a good deal about it and we both want to get married when I come back from the fleet next year. Please tell me what you think. Mr. Pierce would like Barbara to finish Smith, but I don't think he'd disapprove of our getting married next year -- I don't know for sure. Mrs. Pierce probably would hate to lose her daughter but she does want her to be happy so that's the way that stands. Perhaps I should have a talk with Mr. P after shakedown.
Much love to all,
Pop
Jan. 25
Dear Mum,
Yesterday we went and landed aboard the San [Jac] for the first time ...We, the TBF's, landed first. The ship looked really swell steaming along in her battle camouflage. We made a few practice passes down wind and then she swung around into the wind and we came aboard. She was moving at a good clip and the air was nice and smooth, facilitating landings. We each made 3 landings and then cut our motors on the deck. We taxied into position before cutting the motors. On Carriers it is necessary to utilize every inch of deck space. The result is that the line-men taxi you right up to the very edge of the deck. They put me right on the starboard bow and I thought I was going to fall over any minute. With the water rushing by over the side etc. it is quite scary. This putting the planes where they want them is called spotting and it's very important. The loudspeakers announced that the pilots had 7 minutes so then 3 of us went below for coffee. Everyone aboard welcomed us and was swell to us. These are the first landings a lot of the crew had seen so they were quite excited. Soon the loudspeaker boomed and we manned our planes, started the engines etc. We were catapulted off. In fact I made the first catapult shot ever made from the USS San Jacinto -- I was mighty glad the machine worked. I think I'd rather be catapulted than make a full deck take off....
Pop
After a two-week shakedown cruise to Trinidad, British West Indies, the San Jac set sail March 25, 1944, heading for San Diego first, then to the South Pacific. The next group of letters was written from the ship.
Wed. April 12, 1944
Dear Mum and Dad,
...I wish I could tell you where we are, what we're doing etc. I can't of course mainly because we aren't allowed to, secondly because I really can't be sure I know.
I finished the 4 books you gave me Mum and loved them all. I'm going to pick up a couple of more. I am trying to read a few on Russia, because I have become pretty much interested in that end of our diplomatic relations. Then, too, I know so little about it all that a couple of books wouldn't hurt anyway....
Well, so long for now and much, much love to all,
Pop
April 27, 1944
Dearest Mum and Dad,
I haven't written for several days but still there is little to write about?at least little which I am allowed to write. I wish I could tell all because it is interesting and will be plenty exciting no doubt.
Have piled up quite a few hours lately and have boosted my total landings aboard up to about 47. One of them (my second to last to be exact) really was a scary devil. I came in high and a little fast -- I got the cut & nosed once but not enough -- I then hauled back and made a real hard landing, blowing out my right tire and stopping precariously near the catwalk. How I hate to make a terrible landing -- I get to worrying about it and also it's not good for the crewmen. Everyday someone at least gets a tire or 2; so it's not serious, but I don't like it.
...From now on it's going to be plenty rugged duty -- in a way I'm glad, cause I probably need the experience -- maybe you should have been a little bit mean so I would relish the thought of killing etc. When my time is up all I ask for is to get married and be able to be with my wife for some sort of a decent amount of time. How I miss my Barbara -- It's such fun at nite after the hectic turmoil of carrier flight operations is over to lie in my upper and let my mind relax, think of you both, all at home, and of Bar -- our wedding.
Much love,
Pop
May 24, 1944
Dear Mum and Dad,
...I can say that I have been in battle against the enemy. It is quite a feeling, Mum to be shot at I assure you. The nervousness which is with you before a game of some kind, was extremely noticeable but no great fear thank heavens. I wish I could tell you more about it. Probably will be able to later. Must stop now --
Much much love,
Pop
May 26, 1944
Dear Mum and Dad,
Here is some distressing news which I hate to report. Jim Wykes is officially missing. It has affected those of us who knew him very deeply as he was a fellow whom everyone liked. I personally, have far from given up hope, and as I write this can't help but feel that he will turn up. He may fall into enemy hands, but at least he'll still have his life. All we can do is hope. His family has been notified, so it's O.K. to mention it now. He disappeared on a search mission -- good men [his crew], one of whom had just become a father shortly before leaving the states. News like this is unpleasant, but I guess I'll just have to learn to take it. Jim was my closest friend on the ship -- a fellow whom I was very fond of. There is a definite hope -- perhaps he will even turn up soon.
Well, I must stop for now and get up on security watch. With much love to all the family I am --
Devotedly yours,
Pop
June 4, 1944
My Dear Mrs. Wykes,
For the past year your son, Jim, and I have been very close friends. We have been together at all our various stations, joined the squadron together, and have roomed together for a year now, even aboard this ship. I know your son well and have long considered myself fortunate to be one of his intimate friends. His kindly nature and all around goodness have won for him the friendship and respect of every officer and enlisted man in the squadron.
I realize that the news of his being missing has undoubtedly brought into your home a good deal of grief and sorrow -- but however difficult it may be, you must never give up hope. All of us out here firmly believe that there is an excellent chance that Jim and his 2 crewmen are still alive. I am not saying this merely to console you, for I would not want to give you false hope. You have lost a loving son, we have lost a beloved friend; so let us be brave -- let us keep faith and hope in our hearts and may our prayers be answered.
God bless you and your family
Sincerely yours,
George Bush
June 10th
Dear Mum and Dad,
I suppose this is the first letter you've received from me in a long time, but in my last I told you it would be a while between so I hope you haven't worried at all.
...We have received flashes on the invasion of Europe and eagerly await any further news. Every day our ship puts out a sort of newspaper. The news in it is gathered for the most part from aboard ship, but there are a few short wave radioed messages. I am eager to receive your letters telling about how the news was received at home, but I will have to wait a while more for any letters I'm afraid.
...As much as I hate to admit it, and though I'd never tell Bar for fear she'd misconstrue what I said, I really think we did the right thing in not getting married. A couple of fellows' wives in our outfit are having babies now. The guys worry a lot and I imagine it must be hell on the poor girls. No it wouldn't have been fair to Bar to have gotten married. When I return I certainly hope we can, however. I will have saved $3000 by next fall. I have learned a good deal out here -- lots that's not practical by a long shot, but it all goes to making a man out of one. As far as elapsed time making a difference in my feeling toward Bar I was sure when I left I'd never change, and now as each day passes I am never more sure....
Your ever devoted son,
Pop
June 22, 1944
Dear Mum and Dad,
Things have been happening so fast that I have forgotten when I wrote you last. 3 days ago I had to make a forced landing in the water. It was my first water landing and when my engine acted up I was a bit nervous. It went off o.k. however. All three of us got out safely and into our raft. We were rescued by a destroyer. I'm afraid I can tell you no more details than that.
As I write this I have not gotten back to my own ship. Yesterday I was transferred from the destroyer by "breeches buoy" to this ship. When I will get back I do not know. I am getting a rest here so I don't care too much, though I would rather be back with my own squadron.
The transfer on the breeches buoy was quite a thrill. I really enjoyed my stay aboard the destroyer. They all treated me and my crewmen like kings. I slept a good deal read a lot and generally enjoyed myself. When they picked us out of the water the Doc administered us some brandy. The crewmen were always surrounded by an attentive group of listeners and they would have liked to stay there....
Some of the experiences that fellows out here have had lately would really amaze you. The "braid" will go thru almost anything to rescue pilots and crews, and believe me, it's a real comforting feeling. Well that's about all for now -- with much love to all -- Pop
Mon. June 26th
Dear Mum and Dad,
Once more back aboard my own ship and really glad to be back. Before actually getting back I was transferred from 3 different ships, 2 destroyers and one carrier. (I am assuming you got my letter telling you about my crash landing in the water.) It was certainly nice to get the clean clothes back on and get in my own sack. Two new pilots joined our squadron and came aboard with me. By then I was an old hand at being transferred by breeches buoy.
The high point of my return was 4 letters -- 2 Bar, 1 Mum, 1 Aunt Nance...
Bar's two letters (and yours of course) were a Godsend. I miss her so desperately and love to think of getting home to her. She is so marvelous to me, and now she is the object of prime importance in my life. After these hectic, often frightening days, it is indeed a comfort to lie in my upper and think of those marvelous days ahead with Barbara. If only I could see her -- look into those lovely eyes, hear her laugh, and watch her playing with Bucky. Enough of that for now.
...Have you read this gov't education Bill? Looks to me like it might be a nice 2 or 3 year rest at college. I'll have saved some money and then they pay you, too, it seems. It's just a passing fancy -- probably because right now the lazy routine of college would appeal to me. We could live in some swell apartment and I could study -- Bar too if she wanted?Well, it's just something to think about. My mind grasps onto any and every possibility since it's so much fun planning and wondering. Barbara's letters are so wonderful. I do hope she is happy at Smith. I'm afraid she misses out on some fun by being engaged, but she's always been cute about it....
We've been flying a good deal midst lots of excitement. The initial shakiness has left me before the battles, but the intensity of fire over the objectives will always scare me -- of that I'm sure. Keeps you a good Christian anyway.
...For the most part I am relatively happy. The time has seemed endless since we parted. However when all's said, I'll have to admit I'm glad I am here -- though I do wish this phase of it were behind me and I was home again, having been through it. At last I feel that I am at least doing my part and when I get back I'll have no feeling of guilt about being in the States.
Oh Mum I hope John and Buck and my own children never have to fight a war. Friends disappearing, lives being extinguished. It's just not right. The glory of being a carrier pilot has certainly worn off. True it's always a thrill to land successfully aboard, to return and see your ship steaming along, there's lots of thrills; but I mean it's mostly work. I have mumbled on pages and have said very little I'm afraid -- I love you all very much --
Your ever devoted son,
Pop
P.S. While I remember?don't ever send me any packages. They take ages and always get crushed.
July 12, 1944
Dear Mum and Dad,
...First while I remember I am enclosing a copy of a letter from Jim Wykes' mother, Mrs. Anna Wykes (don't know husband's name). Please save it for me, Mum. It is to me a beautiful letter, perhaps not eloquent or verbose, but one written from the depths of a loving mother's heart. How my heart aches for them. Jim has 2 brothers, both in service, and then his Mother and Father. Still no word of him and though I have not given up all hope, it is a bit discouraging. Today Bush Daniels, Lou Grab & I were standing at the small boat landing when a dark-skinned fellow jumped out of a little landing boat. He looked an awful lot like Jim and the 3 of us just stared. Unfortunately it wasn't he at all. I told you that Bob Whalen, Wykes' gunner, is married and his wife is with child. That, too, is terribly sad. I didn't mean to dwell on this subject for so long, but Jim was very close to me, and I feel his loss more each day. He has not been the only fellow I know that has been lost -- not by a long shot -- but I knew him so well....
Lots of love,
Pop
July 21st
Dear Mum and Dad,
...During these last few hectic days, I have had little time for reading or the like -- most fun when you get the chance is to stretch out on the sack or in a ready room chair and think. I also try to figure out what I'll do after the war.
One thing which appeals to me, is a job like Pressy's -- go to S. America for a year ( not much more). It would be fun provided, of course, Bar were with me. The whole fun of it would lie in our being together -- laughing and stumbling along in Portuguese, Espanol or what have you....Barbara with her Northampton Spanish, me with none at all -- live in some small cottage. The only thing I'd be scared of would be that she'd be lonely -- miles away from her family and friends. I wouldn't care what kind of work I did.
So far I haven't been able to make up my mind on what I want to do....Further education isn't out of my mind by a long shot. If I went to college I'd definitely find plenty to interest me -- of that I am sure now. Before, I couldn't see that. It took the war, and the Navy to show me how advantageous a good education can be. I say advantageous and not necessary, for I do feel that I would get along with a bit of initiative and honest endeavor provided I could get some employer to give me a chance. I am prepared and fully cognizant of the fact that my salary will not be near what it is now. Barbara, too knows what to expect. When I return next fall I'll have saved $3000 -- we can make that last awhile anyway. Besides the S. Amer. and college plans -- there is a third -- a regular job in the U.S.... It would be nice to know I could get a job for sure -- a job which would not require me to dig a ditch -- merely because I don't have a "college education."...
Much love to all,
Pop
July 22nd
My Dear Mrs. Wykes,
I received your letter one week ago. We had been at sea for a long time -- that accounts for the delay. I was very touched by your kind words.
I wish I could tell you exactly what happened to Jim, but I do not know -- nor does anyone, I'm afraid. He just never returned from a search flight. We all felt certain that when we returned to port he would be there; However, when we did get back there was no trace of him. A search had been launched by another carrier, and everyone around that area was notified. It is entirely possible that at this very minute he is on some island. I know how hard it must be for you to keep your spirits up, but all of us must keep saying to ourselves that Jim is still alive. At times, I feel "oh what's the use", but then I check myself. As long as there is a thread of hope I think we should cling to it. Some of islands in the vicinity were enemy held, as there is always that possibility to consider. Others were practically uninhabited!
...I wish this letter could give you some new hope, some evidence that your loving son is all right, but I'm afraid I don't have such tidings. Lets just keep that ray of hope in our hearts and in our prayers, and perhaps our faith will be rewarded.
My sin
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- ASIN : B00A0BA5AE
- Publisher : Scribner; Revised edition (March 5, 2013)
- Publication date : March 5, 2013
- Language : English
- File size : 33.1 MB
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- Print length : 722 pages
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- #691 in Biographies of US Presidents
- #707 in Literary Letters
- #1,313 in Biographies of Political Leaders
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- Reviewed in the United States on July 16, 2012
- Reviewed in the United States on August 27, 2024I wish this was mandatory reading for all politicians. What a great man. Humble and kind. America was blessed to have him serve.
- Reviewed in the United States on January 25, 2023George is the last of the great Gentleman Presidents. He had an excellent resume, and for him to always take time to remember others is an outstanding characteristic. Someone once wrote," the mark of a true Gentleman is to pay attention to even those who can be of no possible use to him." I am a small person and to read the evidence that he paid attention to both the great and to people like me means he set a high bar which I never expect to see presidentially equaled in my lifetime.
- Reviewed in the United States on March 4, 2006This is a collection of letters, memos, and diary entries by President George W. Bush that were written throughout his life. They include official documents, but also notes to his families and friends, as well as notes for his own use. Some of them are of national importance while others are humorous or personal.
You will want to read this book if you are a student of the Presidents, especially if you are interested in the Bush 41 or the Bush family. However, it also offers information for students of other topics. For example, Bush was the Chairman of the RNC during Watergate and the material provided here is very interesting. I think the letter he wrote his children on July 23, 1974 is as fair and balanced an assessment of Nixon and Watergate as you are likely to find. Of course, Bush did not know Nixon was also lying to him and the entire Country at the time he wrote the note. When the smoking gun tape comes out everything changes, and Bush's comments to Haig and others are agonized, but to the point as is his final letter to Nixon the day before the President announced he would resign the presidency.
The book also provides a chronology that will help you remember what Bush was doing at any given time. The chapters are organized around various posts Bush has held or key periods in his life. You will also want to dip into index to find certain people and events for review.
He comes across as an honorable man with a deep sense of tradition with political ambitions, but within certain bounds.
- Reviewed in the United States on March 29, 2013Possibly his parents perceived the life that lie ahead for their son, or because of intervention from above; whatever the reason for his long name, George Herbert Walker Bush has lived a truely remarkable life.
The youngest pilot for a time in WWII, shot down in the Pacific Ocean and rescued by submarine, a graduate of Yale University, and a Wildcat Oilman. Add into this already amazing life-- elected member of the U S Congress from the stronghold of Democrat Party Texas, U S Ambassador to the United Nations, National Chairman of the Republican Party, Ambassador to the U S Ligation to People's Republic of China, Vice-President of the United States, and President. What a life!
The thread that runs through the fabic of George H W Bush's life, revealed through his many letters, memos, and personal diary entries is the humanity, love and respect this man had for his family, his friends and all human beings. A son of New England Connecticut, and of course-- his beloved seaside Maine, a region that helped to shape his early values, but not the hard-edged variety-- there is a gentleness and compassion in the man. Make no mistake not the whimpy kind, but gentleness with a ramrod spine demanding personal integrity and high ideals-- strength that withstood WWII, the death of a much loved young daughter, Watergate and other challenges well into the his later years.
Anyone over 50 will be able to relive their lives through many of Mr. Bush's experiences, and possibly rethink some personal perspectives regarding some of the events in the last quarter of the 20TH Century.
- Reviewed in the United States on September 27, 2020I read this book years ago, and purchased it as a gift for my father after Bush passed away. My father also loved it. This isn't your typical book by a politician. Instead, this book offers a level of insight and personal reflection often not found in books about or by politicians. Regardless of your opinions about Bush, I highly recommend this book to anyone who is interested in history, politics, or the making of a historical man.
- Reviewed in the United States on April 1, 2009I enjoyed reading this book about our former president. The letters he wrote to his family, friends, and others showed a personal side to this great man. One thing that was apparent in his letters is that he loves his family very much and that he has a very funny sense of humor. He is a wonderful writer and could express himself very well in his letters.
It was interesting seeing a different side to the Nixon administration and Watergate as well as other memorable historical times. This is an excellent read, you will not be disappointed
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joanReviewed in Canada on December 28, 20125.0 out of 5 stars book
This book was a gift to my daugter a few years ago and she said she liked the book very much
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Eduardo RamosReviewed in Spain on July 18, 2022
5.0 out of 5 stars Colectânea Significativa
Foi com prazer que vivi a leitura deste trabalho de uma vida plena e penso que aprendi muitas ideias importantes para mim. É um estudo de grande craveira e com o cardápio profissional de um grande conhecedor da diplomacia internacional e dos problemas domésticos.
- Peter JonesReviewed in the United Kingdom on February 22, 2021
5.0 out of 5 stars Very good book
Very good book to read I enjoyed it very much
- Gib23Reviewed in the United Kingdom on May 14, 2018
5.0 out of 5 stars Excellent book, worth the read
Great book, a very insightful look at No.41! This comes from someone who has no affiliation with the republican party.
