Friday, 20:00

Jan. 28, 1944

My dearest Maggie;

I am so glad you called me last night. It was so good to hear you. Will you forgive me for talking the way I did, I was only fooling, but I knew I hurt you. Tell me I am forgiven.

I love you my dear.

This is all I am going to write to you tonight, I am not feeling so well. I have an awful headache, I can hardly hold my head up, and I feel a little sick on my stomach.

I will write to you tomorrow I guess you will have to forgive me again.

I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you and the baby. I love you Maggie.

All my love

Your husband,

Pres.