Monday 2020

April 3, 1944

My dearest wife:

There isn’t much news here today. I was a little busy which made the day go fast. It seemed good to have a Monday go so fast for a change. We had a nice sunny day today. But it was a little cool.

Well honey by tomorrow night I should know if you can come out here or not. I have even been praying that everything would turn out all right. I’ll be very sick if I can’t find any place for you. I’ve been wanting you to come out so bad, and really looking forward to it, but I guess the breaks were against me, and my luck has been running pretty bad for the last three or four days.

Jack just brought some pictures of his baby back with him, and he sure looks cute too. His wife has tonsillitis and he may bring her out here to the hospital if they have to be taken out. It will probably save him $60 and that means something these days. I would like to get you out here too, to the dentist and have your teeth looked after, and they need looking after. You can also take the baby there for a checkup. How much does the baby weigh now? I am very anxious to hear how he is coming along.

I really don’t know what to write about tonight, my mind seems to be a blank, or rather there is too much on it and I still have the blues. I just can’t seem to write when I am in this mood. I hope I can snap out of it soon.

They are going to start the T/4’s walking guard this week because the other boys seem to be getting guard almost every other night, so the way my luck is running I should get it Saturday or Sunday.

I have been thinking about you very hard over the weekend—could you feel it? What I wouldn’t do to be in your arms again. I can’t wait until this war is over, then I can have you all by myself and see you whenever I want to, won’t have to worry about catching busses. Honey, I really love you with all my heart.

Tell me all about “Al,” and how he is getting along.

All my love,

Preston