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Letter from Sidney Diamond to Estelle Spero, 1942
"Our country is the entire world and mankind
our countrymen!!!"
Against the wishes of friends and family, Sidney Diamond,
a bright young chemical engineering student at City
College, New York, voluntarily enlisted in the armed
forces in April of 1942. In this letter written shortly
after his arrival at Fort Dix, Sidney tries to explain
to his longtime sweetheart, Estelle Spero, his reasons
for leaving her to fight for his country. "Stelle, I
shall attempt, at least, to argue your thoughts of the
unworthiness of the effort I am, through my own choosing,
engaging in." Sidney outlines his argument by quoting
the literary works of Thomas Paine, Johann Wolfgang
von Goethe, and Ovid:
Our mutual friend Thomas Paine has aptly
said "My country is the world and my religion is
to do good!" It is true as Goethe suggests that
in peace time every one concerns himself with sweeping
his own doorstep and minding his own business...but,
at present the world (which we recognize as our country)
fights hopelessly in a maelstrom as it is gradually
and seemingly inevitably sucked into chaos...
Even Estelle's heartfelt petitions could not dissuade
Sidney, a man of firm beliefs and principles, from doing
what he felt was his patriotic duty. During his three
years of service, Sidney wrote frequently and faithfully
to Estelle, sharing his experiences, both good and bad,
and expressing his love for her. Sidney was killed in
an assault north of Manila in the Philippines in January
1945. His humorous and eloquent letters, preserved all
these years by Estelle Spero Lynch, constitute a compelling
personal account of the war as well as a great love
story.
In April 2007, Estelle Spero Lynch donated more than 500
of Sidney Diamond's letters to the Gilder Lehrman Collection.
Marisa Morigi
Deputy Curator
Gilder Lehrman Collection

GLC09120.05 Sidney Diamond
to Estelle Spero Fort Dix, New Jersey. Circa
April 1942. Autograph letter signed, 6 pages.
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For more information or to obtain copies, contact Ana
Ramirez-Luhrs at reference@gilderlehrman.com
or call (212) 787-6616 ext. 209.
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Sidney Diamond to Estelle
Spero
Fort Dix, New Jersey. Circa April 1942.
Autograph letter signed, 6 pages.
Fort Dix, N. J. 6. P.M. - Monday
Bun! –
Since last we met, (ah platitudes!) much water
has poured [struck: has] violently beneath the
not to steady bridge! – yes, Estelle,
the inevitable has happened, don’t scold
– I lost my temper!!! – got into
a combat with fists. – These fisticuffs
(if we might call them such) started suddenly,
lasted a few moments – and [struck: was]
[inserted: were] broken up when the party got
rough! – Here are all the lurid details
– I’ll attempt to be as rational
and unprejudiced as is possible. –
1. There exists a clique of three or four
gentleman who feel it their responsibility to
uphold the morale of the men by continually
harassing the men with childish pranks such
as half sheeting beds, smearing cold cream and
shoe polish [struck: with] an unsuspecting slumberers,
shaving some.
2. All these a certain “guy” endured,
realizing that its to be expected during the
first few days. As the days grew into a week
and still the nuisances continued this same
guy said – “enough!”
3. Mind you, this “guy” approached
this thing in a coldly scientific manner. [2]
he
reasoned as follows. a) These men would continue
unless stopped b) not only would they molest
newcomers but would enjoy bothering “Veterans”
– taking advantage of friendships acquired.
c) They had never been subjected to the same
treatment D) and most important they did not
realize what it was to be humbled.
4. Well – “guy” was [struck:
high lying] comfortable loafing in bed –
attempting to
read. – suffering slightly from an overdose
of cookies; a heavy dinner and an inoculation
received in the afternoon when suddenly he found
himself flying through the air [struck: as],
bed and all following him. – When he landed
bed and all fell down on top of a big guy!!
5. – Well, why continue – verbal
argument was useless – so now they don’t
bother
[struck: him] [inserted: “guy”]
anymore and people think [struck: it] [inserted:
“guy”] used to play football!!
Lets discontinue these distasteful details
and go to something of more interest to both
of us, particularly myself –
question department
P. Piano lessons? Romantic poetry? Tommy [Thomas]
Payne? Poison Ivy??? coed??? trip home? reports?
Natalie? Pearl? You???
[3] advice department
Again – keep clear of strange soldiers.
Hit Romantic Poetry & hit it hard. Above
all, sweet, take care of yourself. – You
don’t want me destitute of life –
I couldn’t stand your being ill –
or somethin’!
miscellaneous
I don’t like this Roy fello!!
You’ll notice I’ve changed my hour
of writing to you. Its a lot safer and easier
on the “pot washer” Sid. It also
gives me an opportunity to write more.
At present I’m seated at the same bench
we occupied Sunday. The band is playing “As
the Caissons go [struck: Marching] [inserted:
Rolling]” – There’s a ball
game not far off – The soft cool breezes
of the before night, rustle trough the paper;
The sun plays gently upon the soldier across
the table – It causes him to slight his
position to the left. Pens scratch madly, tongues
protrude, paper[struck: s] after paper is filled
with details of each persons life. Here a soldier
tells of a dream. There a boy writes of love.
Another grins at a happy thought –
Yet, another saddens as he writes of fear!!
Darling, I have [struck: absolute] no regrets,
[4] no longings, no homesickness except the
gnawing hunger to be near you – to speak
with you – to press your hand in mine
and stroll –
I say this now with convictions – Love
[struck: supesade] supersedes all! –
By the way, your photograph is a little closer
to my heart. I now carry it in the money belt.
– hmmm! –
After Joe and I left you last night we met Bob
(Med Stud.) All of us proceeded to the theatre
where we were entertained (???) by a motion
picture of questionable worth entitled “Sorcery
chic.” with Edward G. Robinson –
Home then & bed.
I know I’m getting [struck: If] lit but
what the heck! – A very strange thing
occurred today. You recall, I mentioned our
sergeant as being the foulest mantled chap I’d
encountered and that he seemed nothing less
than [rien]! – Well I discover he has
a four year scholarship to Syracuse University
– quit after two years – [inserted:
to get married] and won [struck: .] in a game
of chance, for the first time when the draft
numbers were drawn! –
Peculiar – very peculiar.
Yes I know this is [struck: going] [inserted:
growing] into a manuscript but – well
I like the new pen!!
[5] Stelle, I shall attempt, at least, to argue
your thoughts of the unworthiness of the effort
I am, through my own choosing, engaging in.
Our mutual friend Thomas Paine has aptly said
“My country is the world and my religion
is to [struck: go] do good!” Lets ponder
over this for a moment. It is true as Goethe
[struck: puts it that] suggests that in peace
time every one concerns himself with sweeping
his own doorstep and minding his own business
and things will go well; But, at present, the
world ([struck: one recognized country]) (which
we recognize as our country fights hopelessly
in [struck: the] [inserted: a] maelstrom [struck:
,] as it is gradually and seemingly inevitably
sucked into chaos. When a man drowns, one scarcely
thinks of the future. One does not dream of
future happiness–
There is no desire to wait and see!! –
– “Love of country is more powerful
than reason itself!” (Ovid)
If my neighbor [struck: shoots] whips his dog
I “tsk tsk”. If he beats his own
wife I look
away – were he, however to attack a strange
girl – [struck: Well, you know
[6] me] The matter [struck: be] is no longer
a family affair but a community problem. [struck:
J. G. Holl] J. G. Holland [struck: says] [inserted:
expresses] it more adequately when he points
out that “The man who lives his home best,
and loves it most unselfishly, loves his country
best. – ‘Stelle – our country
is the entire world and mankind our countrymen!!!
Whew – what brought that on – cool
off Sid – take a shower!! –
Patriotism knows [struck: h] no time no land,
no sea – it is not [struck: climatic]
! Geographical! It is not scheduled!!
Oh well – hm – hm – hm, all
right I hear your mother whistling – Good
night sweetheart
– Love –
Yours – always!
Sid
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Lynch, Estelle Spero. An Alcove in the Heart.
Bloomington, Indiana: Authorhouse, 2004. For more of
Sidney Diamond's letters, see:
http://www.alcoveintheheart.com
Terkel, Studs. The Good War: An Oral History of
World War Two. New York: New Press, 1985.
Carroll, Andrew. War Letters: Extraordinary Correspondence
from American Wars. New York: Scribner Book Company,
2005.
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