Bivouac Area

Thursday, 2000

Aug. 3, 1944

My dearest wife.

I am writing this short note from the bivouac and as you can see, and it is growing dark, and it will have to be short. I just have to write to you every day, because all I can think of is you. I never realized how much I love you and miss you ever since I am away from you. It’s almost like taking off one of my arms. You do have all my love, and forever.

Your letter came today explaining the situation. You said you would never forgive me for what I said, but you must my dearest. Please tell me you will. I know I was wrong, I should have used better judgment became I know your pretty well by the time. It was really a surprise to me to hear you and going next week. And of course it makes me very happy. I’ll make up everything to you when I see you again, that’s if you’ll let me. I can see your point for making reservations and I think it is a very good idea.

We have one more week of training then the furloughs are supposed to slant; at least that’s what the Captain told us. I am expecting to be on that first group, and I hoping and praying that I make it. It seems like years since I have last seen you. I love you my darling.

This bivouac are isn’t so bad, about 2 ½ miles from the camp, and it feels kinda good to be out again. If it wouldn’t be keeping yourself clean, I wouldn’t mind staying out here for awhile. I don’t mind this one at all, and tomorrow it is over already.

I’ll mail this in the morning if possible. It’s getting awfully dark now, I can hardly see the paper.

Until tomorrow night honey.

My love is all yours.

Pres.