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Brian Keith wrote the letter to Dave, a fellow GI stationed in North Africa, on their anniversary, and the moving letter, which ends sleep well my love, reminisces about time spent together, and expresses regret that Dave never made it home after the war.
The letter was reprinted in September 1961 by ONE magazine, which was a groundbreaking pro-gay magazine, first published in 1953. It was republished this week on Letters of Note.
http://www.pinknews.co.uk/2013/03/01/world-war-ii-love-letter-professes-love-of-one-gi-for-another/
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I am including a copy of the entire letter below, as it is not under copyright...
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Dear Dave,
This is in memory of an anniversary the anniversary of October 27th, 1943, when I first heard you singing in North Africa. That song brings memories of the happiest times Ive ever known. Memories of a GI show troop curtains made from barrage balloons spotlights made from cocoa cans rehearsals that ran late into the evenings and a handsome boy with a wonderful tenor voice. Opening night at a theatre in Canastel perhaps a bit too much muscatel, and someone who understood. Exciting days playing in the beautiful and stately Municipal Opera House in Oran a misunderstanding an understanding in the wings just before opening chorus.
Drinks at Coq dor dinner at the Auberge a ring and promise given. The show 1st Armoured muscatel, scotch, wine someone who had to be carried from the truck and put to bed in his tent. A night of pouring rain and two very soaked GIs beneath a solitary tree on an African plain. A borrowed French convertible a warm sulphur spring, the cool Mediterranean, and a picnic of rations and hot cokes. Two lieutenants who were smart enough to know the score, but not smart enough to realize that we wanted to be alone. A screwball piano player competition miserable days and lonely nights. The cold, windy night we crawled through the window of a GI theatre and fell asleep on a cot backstage, locked in each others arms the shock when we awoke and realized that miraculously we hadnt been discovered. A fast drive to a cliff above the sea pictures taken, and a stop amid the purple grapes and cool leaves of a vineyard.
The happiness when told we were going home and the misery when we learned that we would not be going together. Fond goodbyes on a secluded beach beneath the star-studded velvet of an African night, and the tears that would not be stopped as I stood atop the sea-wall and watched your convoy disappear over the horizon.
We vowed wed be together again back home, but fate knew better you never got there. And so, Dave, I hope that where ever you are these memories are as precious to you as they are to me.
Goodnight, sleep well my love.
Brian Keith
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Moonwalk
(2,322 posts)Now I need a hug.
pinto
(106,886 posts)The piece states it's reportedly in the Library of Congress.
RetiredTrotskyite
(1,507 posts)and heartbreaking.