Wednesday, 0700

April 5, 1944

Dearest Marguerite,

Darling I can hardly wait until Saturday. Hurry down and don’t make me wait so long. I had a hard time trying to find a room for you last night. You and I will have to stay at the hotel Saturday night I am supposed to have a room for you on Sunday. I don’t know how good it will be but it should be alright for a week. I know there are a lot of rooms and places in Franklin if we could only get the people to rent them. You and I are going to be busy. I don’t want to give up. I want you with me as long as I am here. Maybe you could go to Edinburg or Columbus. I am going in town tonight to look up a few more places.

That was an awfully nice letter you wrote me. I can never doubt your love for me. You must love me an awful lot to be doing the things you are for me. As I said before you can trust me always, and I will try and explain everything to you. I never lied to you yet, and I never intend to.

You ask me a question if I wanted you to come, well I’ll tell you. – I never wanted anything more in this world than to have you with me now. I don’t know how long I will be here, but I want to spend every minute I can with you that I possibly can. I think it would be terrible if I would go and wouldn’t come back and me only seeing you about twice a month like we are doing now. You know my dear, we are different than a lot of other people, we have to be together, we can’t stand being away from one another, it makes us both miserable. I get in bad moods just like you when I don’t see you for awhile. We have a different and a greater love than a lot of other people, that’s why we can’t be apart. Do you think I am wrong?

I never loved you as much as I do now again. That letter of yours gave me a stronger love for you.

I have to go to work now, but do hurry here I can’t much longer.

All my love,

Preston