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„De ce-or fi atât de departe?” se întrebã ea.

„Brr!” fãcu margareta aruncându-şi privirile în partea stângã. „Ce-i cu urâtania asta? îşi zise privind salcia de lângã ea. „Trebuie sã-mi mut rãdãcinile cât mai departe de ea, atâta vreme cât le mai pot mişca, chiar dacã asta înseamnã sã mã depãrtez de apã”, cugetã ea.

Şi încetişor, cu mare atenţie, cãutând crãpãturile din pãmânt, margareta se târî spre suratele ei.

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Câteva fire de iarbã tocmai îşi iţiserã vârfurile din pãmânt, dar se întrebau dacã nu cumva au fãcut-o prea devreme, cãci nu simţeau razele soarelui.

Şuşotirã o vreme între ele, apoi un firicel se înãlţã mai mult, îşi rãsuci vârful în toate direcţiile sã vadã ce se gãseşte în jur, apoi şi-l aplecã spre surorile lui.

„Fetelor, este îngrozitor! Am rãsãrit chiar sub o salcie plângãtoare teribil de urâtã. Este îngrozitoare la privit. Din cauza ramurilor ei nu am simţit noi soarele. Nu ştiu cum vom supravieţui aici. Poate mai apucãm sã ne mutãm rãdãcinile mai departe.”

Celelalte fire de iarbã reuşirã, dar pentru cel ce se înãlţase cel mai mult ca sã priveascã împrejurimile era prea târziu. Rãmase singur sub salcia plângãtoare. Avea sã înţeleagã mai târziu cã nu era deloc rãu acolo. Când soarele ardea prea tare, ramurile salciei îi ţineau umbrã. Când ploua cu forţã, aceleaşi ramuri îmblânzeau loviturile picãturilor de apã.

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Puiul de alun se trezea şi el la viaţã. Începea prima primãvarã din viaţa lui şi era plin de curiozitate. Simţea cã mugurii stau sã plezneascã, dar încã nu se încumeta sã priveascã în jur. Era aşa de bine, cu razele de soare parcã filtrate, mângâindu-i fiecare creangã.

Pânã la urmã se hotãrî şi deschise ochii.

„Pfui!” exclamã el ferindu-şi crengile. „Cine o fi şi arãtarea asta lângã care am rãsãrit?”

Se contorsionã şi îşi aruncã privirile în spate . Nu departe se aflau fraţii lui, ceilalţi aluni, mai în vârstã şi mai puternici.

„Nu mã ajutaţi sã ajung mai aproape de voi?” se smiorcãi el.

Ceilalţi aluni se foirã niţel, apoi cel mai apropiat de noul apãrut îşi întinse rãdãcinile spre acesta printre crãpãturile pãmântului, îi încolãci lui rãdãcinile şi încet, încet îl trase mai aproape.

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Sângele-voinicului se înãlţa din ce în ce mai mult pe zi ce trecea. Bobocii florilor stãteaua sã se desfacã.

„Poate mâine voi vedea şi eu ce se întâmplã în jurul meu prin ochii florilor” cugeta sângele-voinicului.

Şi într-adevãr, a doua zi dimineaţã, doi bobocei de toatã frumuseţea, chiar cei din vârf, pornirã a se deschide.

„Puah! Ce pocitanie! Ce salcie plângãtoare urâtã! strigã una din floricele şi întreaga plãntuţã se cutrmurã.

„Trebuie sã plec de aici înainte sã se deschidã toate florile!” gândi sângele-voinicului.

Cu grijã, sã nu-şi rupã vreo rãdãcinuţã, şi le scoase pe toate din pãmânt. Apoi se rostogoli departe de salcie, cãtre alte flori pe care le vãzuse mai încolo. Ajuns între ele, sângele-voinicului îşi ridicã tulpina şi, cu aceeaşi mare grijã, îşi bãgã rãdãcinuţele înapoi în pãmânt.

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Câmpul de nuferi plutea pe apã în preajma stufãrişului. Se înţelegeau bine cu stuful şi deseori schimbau câte o vorbã. Stuful era tare curios din fire, iar nuferilor le plãcea mult sã povesteascã ce vedeau în cãlãtoriile lor de-a lungul râului.

Se apropia seara şi se pregãteau de culcare, închizându-se rând pe rând. Deodatã, o rumoare se stârni dinspre nuferii din margine.

Nufãraş, cel mai tânãr membru al lor, adormise înainte de a se prinde bine de nuferii mai mari. Liber fiind, se îndepãrta de ceilalţi nuferi din ce în ce mai mult.

Mai rãu era cã îl ducea curentul tocmai spre salcia plângãtoare cea urâtã. Dar nu aveau ce sã-i facã. Se va întoarce el singur a doua zi, când se va trezi.

Nufãraş încã mai visa când simţi primele raze de soare. Începu sã se trezeacã, dar încã nu se deschise. Îi plãcea enorm sã stea închis sub soare.

„Dar cum de nu mã înghiontesc ceilalţi nuferi sã mã scoale?”se întrebã Nufãraş.

În cele din urmã, se deschise.

„Aaaa!” strigã el îngrozit, privind la salcia lângã care se gãsea. Era uimit de cât de urâtã putea fi.

Se rãsuci cãutându-şi suratele. Se gãseau lângã stufãriş, unde fusese şi el cu o searã înainte. Porni sã pluteascã spre ceilalţi nuferi şi ajunse destul de repede, cãci primi şi ajutorul unor broscuţe.

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Salcia plângãtoare domina o bucatã bunã de pe malul râului. Se simţea bine acolo. Cu rãdãcinile bine hrãnite cu apã şi cu soarele încãlzindu-i toate ramurile. Când soarele începea sã ardã prea tare, îşi pleca crengile spre apa rãcoroasã şi privea peştii ce sãgetau apa încoace şi în colo.

Un singur lucru o întrista.

De când se ştia, îngrozise pe toatã lumea. Orice floare, orice arbust, chiar şi firele de iarbã se feriserã de ea. Este adevãrat cã de la început avusese trunchiul strâmb şi noduros şi ca şi cum n-ar fi fost de ajuns, dupã câţiva ani îi apãruse în trunchi o scorburã imensã.

De atunci toate plantele se speriaserã şi mai tare. Şi chiar de mai rãsãrea câte o floricicã în apropiere, aceasta fãcea tot posibilul sã se târascã mai departe.

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Într-o bunã zi, zvon de glasuri se auzi în apropiere de râu. Bocãnituri de tot felul, hârşâituri şi tot soiul de alte zgomote tulburarã liniştea. Un sat începu sã se înfiripe nu departe de râu.

„Vor veni copii sã alerge printre noi!” se bucurarã margaretele.

„Vor cãuta umbra noastrã!” ziserã alunii.

„Ne vor admira de pe mal!” se mândrirã nuferii.

Toatã lumea se bucura, numai salcia, mâhnitã, se întreba:

„Oare la mine vor veni? Sau se vor speria ca şi plantele de urâţenia mea?”

Copiii nu întârziarã sã se arate. Într-o dimineaţã, doi bãieţei şi trei fetiţe se apropiarã în fugã de râu. Îşi bãlãcirã puţin picioarele, apoi începurã sã cerceteze împrejurimile în cãutarea unui loc de joacã.

- Acolo! În crângul de aluni e cel mai bine! strigã cu glas subţire una din fetiţe.

- Ba nu! Printre floricele e mai bine! spuse o alta.

- Nici la aluni, nici printre flori, spuse unul din bãieţi. Sub salcia aceea plângãtoare! Avem şi loc sã ne jucãm, avem şi umbrã!

Zicând acestea, porni sã alerge spre salcie.

- Veniţi s-o vedeţi! Este grozavã! strigã el cãtre ceilalţi copii. Are şi o scorburã.

- Unde? Unde? Ţipãrã ceilalţi apropiindu-se în fugã.

- E minunatã! Putem sã ne facem casa noastrã din scorburã. Aici ne vom juca, mai zise cineva.

Şi din acea zi, salcia deveni tare fericitã. Zilele de singurãtate dispãruserã şi în fiecare dimineaţã copii din sat se adunau sub crengile ei pletoase, se jucau, strigau, alergau, îşi gãseau adãpost în scorburã şi nu de puţine ori se cocoţau în ea şi de acolo îşi dãdeau drumul în râu pe ramurile ei plecate pânã deasupra apei.

Acum, toate plantele îşi doreau doreau sã fie în preajma salciei plângãtoare, sã fie şi ele bãgate în seamã de copii. Mai ales cele care avuseserã norocul sã rãsarã chiar lângã ea, dar nu ştiuserã sã se bucure de locul lor şi fãcuserã tot posibilul sã se îndepãrteze de salcia plângãtoare.

Ilustraţii: Cristina PETRU

Aspectos técnicos

Fechas de salida: En japón el 28 de Junio de 2001, Norte América 12 de Diciembre de 2001, version PAL 29 de Marzo de 2002.
Desenvolupado por: Sacnoth
Distribuido por: En japón por Aruze, en Norte América y su versión PAL por Midway.
Diseñadores:
Director: Izumi Hamamoto
Escritor: Matsuzo Itakura
Diseñador de personajes: Miyako Kato
Compositores: Yoshitaka Hirota y Yasunori Mitsuda.

Modo de juego

El modo de juego sigue las bases de un RPG normal y corriente. Interactuamos con los personajes con X, visitamos el menú con triángulo (creo… nunca lo tengo muy claro ya que de juego en juego se cambió por otro XD) etc. A destacar los aspectos de las batallas.

BATALLAS EN SHADOW HEARTS

El primer concepto que debe quedar claro es… Los monstruos que nos atacan son horribles, y afectan a nuestra cordura… Cada personaje tiene una cantidad de Sanity Points (SP) [Qué sería algo así como Puntos de sanidad] esos SP disminuyen durante la batalla y si llegan a cero nuestro personaje se volverá Berseker. Es decir: se atacará a si mismo, o a los compañeros, o a los monstruos, o utilizará objetos que no tienen valor para el momento y que son demasiado importantes para otros… Lo mejor es tener un cargamento de Pure leaf (o sus variantes) y mantener a los personajes cuerdos (Excepto para algunas cosillas… que ya las detallaré)

Una vez eso está claro, hay que advertir otra cosa, el protagonista es alguien muy especial, así que acumula algo llamado Malice (Malicia) La malice es la ira de los monstruos que hemos ido matando, si se acumula demasiado abre las puertas a un poder grande y que nuestro protagonista teme (y si él lo teme… Para qué llevarle la contraria…) Podemos estar atentos del nivel de malicia gracias a un colgante que tenemos que fue regalado por el padre del protagonista. Pasa de azul, a verde, a amarillo, a rojo. Rojo es el final y donde empezaremos a encontrarnos en las luchas a alguien poderoso. Así que… Para evitar eso, en los puntos de guardado iremos al Graveyard (Cementerio) y quitaremos toda esa malicia.

Lo más importante de las batallas es… El Judgment Ring (Anillo del juicio) este anillo rige todo. Tanto el uso de ataques físicos, como mágicos e incluso objetos. Incluso a veces para abrir puertas o coger objetos tenemos que hacer algo con el anillo, cosa que está bien ya que te obliga por fuerza a mantenerte despierto. El anillo del juicio es un círculo con una aguja que oscila a diferentes velocidades según la zona y el personaje. Además cada personaje, magia y ataque tiene diferente distribución de las zonas que tenemos que golpear en el anillo. En los ataques físicos (y en algunos mágicos) tenemos las zonas para golpear, son de color naranja y acaban en un pequeño trozo rojizo. Si golpeamos las zonas naranjas realizaremos el ataque, si golpeamos en las rojas (Es más difícil) conseguiremos inflingir más daño. Además en Shadow Hearts contamos con el hecho de que, cuanto más al final de lo rojo golpees, más vida quitas. También están las zonas “de paso” por llamarlo de algún modo. Son de color verde y únicamente son puntos que hay que golpear donde sea para completar una magia.

Como en todo juego RPG existen estados alterados, y también se añaden estados alterados para el anillo del juicio como puede ser que la velocidad sea irregular (aún más XD porque la velocidad irregular te puede sorprender una o dos veces, pero siempre es igual), que las areas para golpear sean invisibles, que las areas se encojan sorprendentemente, etc.

A medida que matemos monstruos obtendremos almas de elementos (fuego, agua, etc) y cuando suban de nivel podremos ir al cementerio para obtener una nueva fusión. No todas las fusiones se pueden conseguir de este modo, y las de nivel máximo solo se pueden activar de una manera determinada.

Eh, un momento… Pero a grandes rasgos… ¿Qué es Shadow Hearts?

Shadow Hearts va sobre una chica Alice Elliot, que está siendo trasladada a Japón cuando de repente un hombre que responde al nombre de Roger Bacon la quiere secuestrar y mata a los oficiales que iban con ella. Pero un desconocido salta a ayudar a la muchacha, su nombre es Yuri Hyuuga y aunque no lo parezca, el muchacho esconde muchos misterios ya que, un extraño monstruo le arranca el brazo y él se lo vuelve a enganchar (que NUNCA vuelve a hacer eso xD) El chico tiene el poder de fusionarse con las almas de los monstruos que mata, además en su mente tiene un cementerio donde las almas de los que mató, se acumulan para su venganza…

¡Quiero saber más! … ¿Qué más ocurre en Shadow Hearts?

[AVISO DE SPOILERS, EL PRINCIPIO DE LA TRAMA ES EXPLICADO]

Mientras Alice Elliot es transportada hacia Japón, un tipo que identificaremos como Roger Bacon mata a los ocupantes con tal de raptar a la chica, pero un chico misterioso la rescata. Después de estar a punto de morir, la chica emite una luz deslumbrante y eso permite escapar. El chico, Yuri Hyuuga (Uru en la versión japonesa), dice que una voz muy pesada que oye a veces le dijo que se subiese al tren y la rescatase. Descansan en un claro y entonces aparece un hombre al que Yuri llama su padre, después de una lucha donde ganar es imposible Yuri aparece en un cementerio, el de sus sueños, que en realidad está dentro de su alma. Las cuatro máscaras le dice que los monstruos se acumulan para tomar venganza y que si no quiere que él venga (el de la máscara de zorro que Yuri llamó como su padre) que se debe deshacer de la malicia.

Prosiguiendo con el viaje llegan a un pueblo, antes de entrar la voz advierte a los protagonistas que ese pueblo es peligroso (Yuri sufre cada vez que oye la voz) Entran gracias a que los niños ven a Alice, en el pueblo por la noche se levanta una neblina sangrienta y acaban por descubrir que es un pueblo de caníbales y que se los quieren comer. Ahí conocen a Zhuzhen, un poderoso monje que les ayuda a derrotar a el dios que hay en ese pueblo una vez allí se separan…

Esa es una porción de todo lo que encontraremos en Shadow Hearts: exorcismos, fenómenos paranormales, momentos de mal rollo (o al menos yo no había encontrado un RPG que diera mal rollo como este xD) y bastante sorpresas. Yo destacaría el final del primer CD que simplemente me dejó asombrada y con unas ganas fervientes de seguir jugando para ver que pasaba con Yuri.

¿Y la música?

Compuesta por Yoshitaka Hirota y Yasunori Mitsuda, la banda sonora se convierte en una pequeña obra de arte. Los temas compuestos se ajustan a los momentos, en ocasiones impresiona y engancha. La BSO se recopiló y salió a la venta en dos CD que contienen 30 y 36 canciones respectivamente y que separan la música de cada CD (Es decir en el primer CD encontramos por orden las canciones que vamos encontrando en el primer CD del juego y en el segundo las del segundo CD)

100% Recomendable.

En resumen…

Shadow Hearts fue un juego que quedó eclipsado en España debido a la salida al mismo tiempo de Final Fantasy X. Los puntos que hicieron que esto ocurriera… Primero la compañía practicamente desconocida por estos lares que creó el juego, segundo el idioma (que se mantuvo en inglés a pesar de llegar a españa) y tercero los gráficos (que a pesar de no ser horribles, comparados con los de FFX no los superaba)

La lástima es que el argumento de Shadow Hearts, la banda sonora y la jugabilidad hace que el juego realmente merezca la pena. Para todos los que conozcan el juego, supongo que muchos sabemos el nivel de este y para quien no lo conozca… Es hora de que entréis en el universo Shadow Hearts.

Opinión Personal

Lo malo: Que prácticamente nadie lo conoce y me da mucha pena porque se convirtió en mi juego preferido. Además que es imposible ver los videos (cosa que está disponible en Shadow Hearts 2)… Ya podrían haber pensado la idea cuando hicieron el primero T-T

Lo bueno: Shadow Hearts me sorprendió, no es el típico juego de RPG. Normalmente estos son siempre alegres, por escenarios amigables y con transfondos mágicos bastante normales. En cambio, Shadow Hearts te transporta al pasado, te adentra en mundos paranormales, en situaciones que la mayoría de RPG que he jugado no lo hace. La música me sorprendió agradablemente y cuando acabé lo pensé: Me encanta. A día de hoy tengo una partida comenzada (ya que si te lo pasas tienes la opción de New Game + [con todas las fusiones desde el principio]) y lo he pensado más de una vez cuando vuelvo a coger este juego… Estoy prácticamente segura que lo jugaría una tercera vez.

“I saw a women die in front of me when I was nine”
“Vi morir a una mujer delante de mí cuando tenía nueve años”

“What’s left of his consciousness is screaming to disappear!  [...] I’m only helping him.  Don’t you see?”
“¡Lo que queda de su conciencia grita por desaparecer! [...] Solo le estoy ayudando. ¿No lo ves?”

Miss Margarete Johnson

Mr. & Mrs. A. J. Cooper request your presince (sic) Sunday, January the sixth in honor of their daughter, Opie Garner.

3 ’til 5

4419 Gilbert

Opie & Jack Jan 19

Dear Margarete,

We are having a nice vacation out here in sunny Calif. which isn’t very sunny. Wish we could see you some time. We are coming back to Dallas in a few days now, so hope to see you then.

Love

Billie & Leslie

Wednesday Nov. 29. 44

Dear Miss Johnson,

No doubt you will be surprised to get a letter from me (a stranger) but you shouldn’t be, for I’ve been intending to write  to you for ages. Glen (you have heard of him!?) sent me a picture of you this week. I had another picture of you, but he asked for it back. They are both good. You have a nice home, too. I have one of Glens pictures made in front of your home.

I guess you hear from him often? I get a letter from him about every week. He never says anything, but I guess theres nothing to write about from there. I could never write when I was over there and haven’t improved since I got back.

I have had it pretty lucky since I’ve been back. I have only been in Camp two weeks since August 18th, Most of it was emergency furlough, and I spent nearly all of it with my sis, Irene. I heard from her today, the first letter since I left there nearly two weeks ago. She is pretty sick, and seems to get worse all time. I worry about her because she doesn’t get the attention that she should, help is so scarce in the Sanitariam.

Glen tells me that you are wearing a ring, and hes awfully proud of it Margaret, and I’m glad for both of you. I hope he gets to come home soon. Next Spring anyway. He is lucky to be stationed in a safe place. It isn’t nice there at all but he is safe. We have that to be thankful for!

I got word yesterday that my cousin Everett Burgess was killed in the pacific Oct 25th.  It hurts when it comes close to home, but its something that we have to face.

Margaret write to me sometime. I’m not much at writing but I do like to receive letters. I hope you can read this. I boast about writing as good or better than Glen for I can read mine, before it gets cold.

It’s cold here in Kansas, and it nearly kills me. I’m 100% Southern. Bye for now. A friend, Jim S.

Thursday November 16th 1944

My dearest Margarete

I send you my most sincere wishes for a pleasant Christmas and a New Year filled with all joy and goodness, wishing you, too, a very happy birthday.

Best kisses,

Maiten

12  rue de 3c chasseurs

Philippeville

Tuesday October 17th 1944

My dear Margarete

Very many thanks for your most welcome letters of June 6th and 11th, which arrived here few days ago. I received first the letters of June 11th, so I was waiting for the other to answer.

I was surprised to know that you are engaged. I send you my sincere congratulations. I am very sorry I have not seen your fiance when he passed through Philippeville. I hope you have often news from him.

You told me that you sent his picture last year. I have one you sent me in November 1942 and you wrote me he is a corporal. Is he your fiance?

My work is in Constantine again. But now i have a good and nice automobile. I drive for officers but I don’t work as hard as when I was driving ambulance. Now I have stopped my work. I spent the last ten days in an hospital. I had Malaria. So now I am in Philippeville at rest. I shall stay here twenty days. My youngest brother is here too and my parents are very happy and we are, too. My two other brothers are in France but in good health. We have very often news from them.

Here the town is very quiet. So I stay all day long in my home, listening the radio, reading and somtimes I go to the pictures.

Well I must stop for now. I shall write you again before I left Philippeville.

Hoping to hear from you very soon.

Best Wishes.

Maiten

My dear Margarete

I received in December your post card and also pictures of Texas. They are very beautiful and I think Dallas is a very nice town. Last time I wrote you, it was in november and I hope now you have received my letter. On the post card you told me that you will write soon. It was in october and I have not received it yet. Did you write or not? Maybe it is lost. When I wrote you last time I told you that I was working in Constantine. You know I am in the Army, volunteer. I am an ambulance driver and I like it. Now I am in Philippeville and I glad because I am with my parents. My three brothers are away but they are all right.

Well I must stop now. I hope this letter will find you and your family in good health, I also hope to receive a letter from you soon.

Your loving friend

Maiten

12 rue du 3c charseurs

Philippeville Algeria

6-11-43

My dear Margarete

There is a long time I did not hear from you. I wrote you five months ago and I hoped you received my letter.

You know certainly that I am in the Army since May. I am an Ambulance Driver. I work in Constantine, which is 87 kms far from here. But I don’t like this town. I prefer my Philippeville where I am now for some days at rest. I am very glad because I am with my parents and my friends. But often that I must leave them and I am very sorry of it.

Now I wish you a Merry Christmas and  Happy New Year. and also my best wishes for your birthday. I hope that this New Year will bring us Victory and the safe return of all our soldiers and sailors.

I hope you and your family are keeping well. A there does not seem to be anything more to write about, I will close with best wishes.

Ever yours,

Maiten

March 24, 1943

“Hello!” Honey,

Don’t let this typing scare you, because I havn’t been keeping in practice, as you will see before this one is finished. I’am an old typest but one would never know it, ha. I would tell you to take all mistakes for hugs, but I’am afraid you would be squesed to death before the end of the first page. Couldn’t have that hapen because I wan’t to see you about Sunday week. The Cpt. and the T/sgt. over me has signed my furlow paper. All I like now is the Major’s name on it. Generally, when the Cpt. signs it you are prety shure of getting it.

How are you to day? Just as sweet as I have ever dreamed you are, and that would eliminate a lot of sugar ration cards, Honey. It must have been cold up that way. It has been cold enough here to sleep under a blanket and one quilt. The Lt. just came in and I jurked my paper out and couldn’t get it back eaven like it was, ha! That was always my greatest trouble in typing, and always have to look for the numbers.

Got a letter from my little bud to-day. He has just made Cpl. He said he had been down to the beach with his black girl. ha! Said she wasn’t so hot to look at but beat nothing at all. He told me a long time ago that he was getting blacker and the girls were getting whiter to him. They have been there about eighteen months now, and the way he writes it is plenty tough not seeing any white people at all. He said it didn’t seem so bad now as the first three or four months there, guessed they were just getting acustomed to it.

We will leave here on the 2nd and it will probably take two days or more on the train to get there. So you can look for me when you see me coming. ha! I’am glad you told me about the kind of clothes the boys were wearing there, because I would have left here in my summer clothes and wouldn’t have been able to get off the train in Dallas. Boy that would be bad no kidding.

Do you think I could get on at the store as a secretary. Both of us could work one day and take off the next, and that would be the same as you working all time. They wouldn’t let me near that office, I would have every department waiting on me, and so far behind you wouldn’t catch up by Christmas.

Two navy ships landed here yesterday, it reminded me of the Naval Air Base in Norfolk. They didn’t stay long and eaven tell me why they came here.

The Major does a lot of things without asking me if it is alright. One would think he is running the place. Come to think of it, he is the one thou. Ever time his portable radio gets out of working order he brings it up to the radio shop to get it repaired. Think I’ll ask him some time if he thinks this is a commercial radio shop. I’ll do that after he gets his name on my furlow paper, Ha!

Well, Sweetheart, I gotta close now and start counting the mistakes. Be seeing you soon.

All my Love

Strictly Private

Glynn.

March 21, 1943

“Hello!” Darling,

Got your letter to-day. Gee, You are a sweetheart. Just one of your letters is as good as week end pass for me.

I’am on the day shift starting to-day, and we are not going to be buisy I’am thinking. If I get off it will be 10 days. I don’t know how long it will take me to get from here to Dallas but, it won’t take the whole 10 days.

It seems like a dream to me but it must come true.

I asked Sis if it would make her mad if I got a leave and didn’t come to see her. Told her I wanted to go to Texas so bad I could smell the Texas air now. Haven’t heard from her. She is in school and if I wen’t home she would get behind in her work, so I’am not going to try to get there.

Darling, I’am the same way as you about writing. There are so many things to talk about, yet it is hard to write. So, until I see you, I love you sweetheart more than any one in this world. I’ll write you as soon as I can find out if I’am getting off. They won’t tell us until a day or so before we get off. I’ll write before then thou. Goodnight Darling. Wish I was with you to-night.

March 18, 1943

Dear Margarete,

How you doing to-day? Hope they don’t have you to buisy. (sic) Just got up, althou it is about 9:30 AM. Boy oh Boy it is nice to sleep late in the morning. I’am not teasing now because you have to get up earlier than I. ha!

Had a picture made yesterday of the 54th sqdrn. with all the officers. Oh! Yes, we have another mascot now. Guess what this time. It’s a monkey now, we had it in the picture. I think we will be able to get a picture, and I’ll show it to you. The monkey wears a kaiki jacket with P. F. C. stripes on it. ha! Well, that is a monkey for you. Here is hoping I get the picture by the first of April. I’ll get to bring it to you. I can smell Texas air already ha!

Honey, there isn’t any news only they are cutting down on gas every day. You better open your oil well soon ha!

Just thought I would write a little to pass a few hours. We have a pretty nice day room now. Venician blinds & pretty curtains and some easy chairs. Will be seeing you soon. All my love and a million kisses.

Glynn

March 15, 1943

“Hello!” Sweetheart,

Got your letter a day or so ago but the store here was out of stationary and it seemed every one in Camp was out, so I’ve been a  little slow about answering.

How are you these good spring days? Say are any soldiers wearing kaikies (sic) clothes there yet? I would like to know by the first of the month. I may, and on hoping I can get off the 2nd of April. We have been wearing kaikies (sic) all time here, and when any one got off on a leave they would have to wear their wool clothes.

I hope I’am not telling you this and then can’t come. But I stand a good chance of getting off this time.

Got a letter from Sis to-day. She is still in school and seems to be enjoying it. My little bud is in India but don’t seem to be enjoying it. ha! He has been nearly a year & one half. But he did seem more contented in the last letter I got from him than ever before.

We are getting plenty ships here now. That is the way I like it because time passes much faster. But darn it, they have me on the night shift again. Got another week of it yet.

This is pretty early in the morning for letter writing. You may have a time reading it as usual. Ha.

Well, Honey, I’ll try to write more offen (sic), but I’am so anxious to get off I may forget. ha!

Don’t forget to tell me if you have seen any soldiers out in their kaikies. ha! Don’t work to hard either.

By now, and all my love. Be seeing you soon.

I remain (a Pvt.)

Glynn

Monday February 1st

12 rue du 3c chasseurs

Philippeville

My dear Margarete

I was very pleased the last week when I received your letter. It took four months to arrive here. I thank you very much for the photographs, they are nice.

I hope now you will can answer to my letter by a long one. I am very glad now because I saw Americans and English men and I can learn with them the English language. If one of your friends comes here I shall be very glad to know him and to speak of you.

The school is still closed but it will be opened very soon. I suppose the next week. There are three months that I don’t go to school. Do you go still at school or do you work? I must go to school for 3 years.

My three brothers are now mobilized. But they are very well. All my family is well but my cousin’s house has been bombed but it is nothing. he is safe and it is the best.

I hope that you are well and your family also.

I close my letter with my best kisses.

Your friend.

Maiten

Jan. 7, 1943

“Hello!” Margarete

Found a good picture card, but haven’t been able to get to the beach ha!

There isn’t many Vacationest (sic) here this winter.

Will write soon. Got your letter yesterday.

Love Glynn

Jan. 2, 1943

“Hello!” Sweetheart,

Got your letter to-day, the one that you told me you had more envelopes than paper. You can write on a couple of envelopes and send them along.

I wish I could get hold of you for a short time. I would find out why you turn your air-mail-stamps bottom-side-up on all the letters you send me. ? make you hollor until you promised to put them on right. ha!

Got paid this month. First time since leaving Kansas City. We drew $15.00 Dollars 26th of Oct. before leaving for Florida.

Guess I will buy about $75. worth of bonds this time. It will be a Month or longer before I get a leave. It is slow getting one I’ll have to say.

Honey did you see the Cotton Bowl football game. I herd (sic) some of the game, but I didn’t hear the end. Herd the Orange Bowl game, in Miami. One of the boys took a flight over the Orange Bowl and saw all the crowd.

How’s the rush panning out at the office. Suppose the grand rush is over. I’am looking for that letter from the office ha!

Guess what I’am doing this Sat. Night. Look on the other side of this page before you guess..

1. White Christmas
2. I Had The Craziest Dream
3. There are Such Things
4. Moonlight Becomes You
5. When The Lights Go On Again All Over The World
6. Praise The Lord and Pass The Ammunition
7. Dearly Beloved
8. Mr. Five By Five
9. Why Don’t You Fall In Love With Me?
10. You Would Be So Nice To Come Home To

They really have some good songs on the air now. Do they line the ten up like you would choose?

Would like to be with you, Think I would like this music much better!

That little girl across the street seems to be taking up with her next door neighbors. Must be a pretty dress you are making for her Doll.

Well I must close this one. Do you feel like you are getting just a little older ha! Birthday soon.

Love always

Glynn

P.S. I’am in the school Sqdrn but it is still part of the 54th. Not lined up just yet.

By now.

July 25th

My dear Margarete

I received your letter of June a short time ago and also the invitation to your graduation. I think (sic) you for the photograph.

(The following is french and in cursive and while I took french almost a decade ago, I only understand half of what she’s saying. So a lot of these words will be misspelled. I can’t tell her e’s from her a’s or her s’s from her v’s or even her t’s from her l’s. Just warning you. :3 I’ll try to give you the gist of what she’s saying, though.)

Est-ce que c’est la mode de s’habiller comme vous etes sur la photo. En France je crois que les dompteurs sont habilles ainse Mais Cette venue vous va tres bien de meme qu’a’ vatre soeur.

(I think she is saying that in the photograph Margarete is very fashionable for the summer. That is how they would dress in France. And that it suits her like a sister(?). If anyone knows better, please comment.)

En Algerie les’etudes secondaire commoncent a parter de la 6c c comprend c classes. Arrive en 1c on passe un examen qui s’appelle le baccalaureat. Si on y reussit on passe la 2c partie l’annee siu’vante. Ensuite on se dirige vers les etudes que I’on veus: pharmacie, medecine, professoral etc…. Avant la 6c il y a 5 classes elementaires que sons; 14c 10c 9c 8c 7c oie l’on apprend d’abord a’lire, ecrire, compeer ensique a francais, les math, les sciences, Geographie, historie.

(In Algeria, the secondary classes have multiple parts and start in the 6th grade. If the first one passes, you are called a bachelor(?). If they succeed, they get new classes. And then you move onto your major. Like pharmaceutical, medical, or teaching. Before the 6th grade, there are five elementary grades or classes. French, Math, Science, Geography, and History.)

En Algerie les halrvonts ne s’ habillant pas ?els que vaus les avez vu sur les cartes posvales. Ges’s habillent comme de parvous ailleurs, sebn la mode. Ce sonv seulement les arabes qui s’habillent aimsi.

(In Algeria, they do not dress like in the post card. They dress in the same fashion as everywhere else. Only the Arabs dress like that.)

Je m’ai’ pas encore cherche de corresponante pour potre amie mais je mien occuperai cette semaine.

(Something about writing a friendly letter this week.)

Pendant la semaine lautrs mer nous avons fait une veillse taus les mauvements scouts. Certains ont retrace; la vie de Charles de Foucalt, la conquile de l’algerie l’autres ont fait la Fete du tes qui est une fete  chinoise. C’etait tres bien.

(This week, we made mobiles or toys of soldiers. We remember Charles de Foucalt, the conqueror of Algeria, at the fun festival. It was a Chinese festival. It was good.)

Depius le 15 Juillet nous sommes en vacances et je vais presque tous les jours prendre des bains. Le fait tres chaud Hier il faisait 30 degree a l’ombre et aujourd hui il dait bien avoir 35 degrees.  Eussi je ne sons pas. Et guand je sors c’est vers gh du soir et aussi le matina 9th guand je vais au boin i vous etes vous en vacances ?que pailes vous?

(Started summer brake July 15. Every day I go swimming. It’s 30 degrees in the shade and today 35 degrees. I only leave when it’s evening. And it’s 9 in the morning when I go to swim. Do you have summer brake? What do you do?)

Je voudrais que vous m’ envoyiez une carte postale representant un “cow boy” parceque j aime beaucoup lair costume.

(I would like you to send me a postcard of a cow boy because I like their costumes.)

Je voudrais aussi que vous m’ envoyiez esi vous pouvez la trouber la photo des Marx Brothers. Je les aime beaucoup ils sont tres amusents. Avant bier je suis alle voir le film “une miuta l’opera” C’etait tres bien et j ai bien ri. J’ai’ vu javer un autre Liem d’eux “panique a l’hotel” Cebuis aussi tres bien. Est-ce que vous les aimez?

(I would also like you to send me a photo of the Marx Brothers if you can find it. I like them. They are funny. Before yesterday I saw Phantom of the Opera. It made me laugh. I also saw Panic at the Hotel. That was also very good. Do you like them?)

Mon frere a ete reqe a son examen de 3rd annee de pharmacie et si il reiessit l’annee prochaine il sera pharmacien. Il ne lui neste que une annee. Moi je ne change pas de classe cetie annie Aussi je vais travailler pendant les vacances Et vous que complez- vous faire ?vers quelle situation diriqez-vous?

(My brother is studying his 3rd year of Pharmaceuticals. If he succeeds next year, he will be a Pharmacist. Only one more year. I do not change my classes (?). I will work during the holidays. How long will it take you to complete school? What are you studying?)

Je m’arrete car il va etre l’heuve de dejeuner. Je vous quilte en vous embrassant. Vatre amie que pensea vous.

(It’s almost time for lunch. I will quit by kissing you.)

Maiten