Wednesday 19 20

March 15, 1944

My dearest wife,

What a lovely day we had today, and boy do I have spring fever. For some reason or other I am full of pep, maybe it’s because I expect to see you this weekend. I am change of quarters tonight, so I shouldn’t have any duty over the weekend. If I can get off early enough I am coming up through Columbus, and try to catch that bus to Fiffin. I do hope everything turns out the way I want it to. I love you so much my dearest Magurite. It has been so nice here so far this week, just like spring, the Robins were singing, it makes you feel so good, it gives me happiness and gives me so much more love for you, it makes me want to be home so bad, I guess you know just about how I feel.

How is our son getting along? I believe maybe it would be best if you stop nursing him, he needs more vitamins than you are giving him. It’s just one of those things, if you can’t do it you can’t do it. I want for him to get plenty to eat because I like to see him fat and big. I think you should be giving him cod liver oil now, he needs it. He may like it in his orange juice. Now don’t get the wrong impression that I am trying to boss you. You know more about babies than I will ever know. I still would like to see him every day, to hold him and take care of him, I want to be his father not just a memory on a picture.

That darn moon has been out ever since I came back here. I have been looking at it every morning, it’s like looking for you and seeing you up in the sky. It’s so beautiful just like you. I can almost see your lovely blue eyes when I look at it. There are also some very bright stars, certain ones that I picked out that sparkle like your eyes and hold my attention when the moon is gone. I hate to see cloudy nights. I feel so lonesome, and far away from you. Maybe that’s another reason why I am feeling so good lately, I see you every night. I am looking forward to having my arm wrapped around you tightly, and giving you a long hard kiss. I do love you Magurite.

There is nothing I can tell you about camp, nothing new, and no news that I can think of. We had some good movies on V.P. the other day, almost enough to make a person sick. Remind me to tell you about it.

As far as I know I still want you to come out here. If you come it will be on Easter Sunday the way I have it figured out. By the way what do you want for Easter? Maybe I can get you a pair of shoes in Indianapolis or the ones you like at home, that is of course if you have a ration coupon.

If you ever see that Annabelle again I want you to tell her off for me. If she has a better looking baby I would like to see it, in fact any ones baby. I haven’t seen one like ours for a long time, and I’m not talking because he belongs to us.

My ring was looking good until yesterday, and then it looked a little dull. It has been shining all day today. I hope everything is alright with you. I like to see you feeling good and happy. I love you again honey. I’ll die if you have another baby, in fact I may even divorce you. You can’t do this to me.

You made me very happy when you said you believe in me, I want you to, because I’ll never let you down. You are too swell a person to hurt, and I could never find another like you, besides I am not looking for another one. I am perfectly satisfied.

I hope that time comes when I can stop catching busses and worrying about weekends. Just imagine having me in your arms every night, could you put up with such a thing, won’t that be wonderful. Those are the thoughts that are on my mind this spring like days. I want to have a home with you. I’ll wear out your lips kissing you, that’s if it is alright with you.

There must be something wrong I thought I had love sticking out in my eyes. I’m not tired of you my dear, that could never be. I guess I was a little scared. Don’t think of me as a sissy, for what I done. I couldn’t help it.

I just heard Frank Sinatra sing. All the things you are, do you still remember it: It reminds me of home when I used to go out dancing.

How does Allen like whiskey? As much as his Dad or Mother? What do you mean that you don’t have any need for the pills the doctor gave you. He gave them to you for a reason. Don’t you think you better take them. Tell me all about it.

It was the infiltrator course that I went through last Friday. I thought it as a joke this time, nothing to it. They weren’t shooting enough tracers for me to look for your locket when I was crawling, in fact I had other things on my mind.

I’ll call you on Saturday if I get stuck any place, or if you have to come for me in Fostoria.

Again I want to tell you that I love you with all my heart, my dearest wife. Excuse this letter, I wrote in circles, repeated most of it, but I want you to know I love you.

I love you, Marguerite

XXXX Preston