Tuesday Night [August 22^nd, 1944]

Dear Sweetheart;

Another day over and as soon as I take a bath I shall go to bed until five-thirty tomorrow which comes around too soon. It seems that I meet myself going to bed and climbing out again. Do you have that same complaint?

Received your letter in which you decided to go to school. There’s just one matter on my mind at this moment. I am afraid that I have been too persuasive in deciding your academic future; don’t come to this decision because you feel it will please me. After all, you are the one who must study hard, who must feel the discouragement that goes in schooling the greatest, and I have been thinking it over and fear that I have been pushing you too much when I have no right to do so. You realize that I would do anything in the world to aid you in getting what you wish in life, and if you actually want to go back to school for any length of time, then I shall see that you do, but don’t feel that you must go to please me, Darling. I hope someday you will want to finish the A course, too, and you will. All last winter I began thinking that in the future, one can’t overdue college training, and I guess I inflicted my ideals upon you! In your field, there’s always something to learn, and as I mentioned before, I want you to have the very finest education that is obtainable. We can plan for whatever you wish for your future.

I love you so much,

Berna Lou