Saturday, 1420

July 15, 1944

My dearest wife,

It is awfully hot here this afternoon, I am in the supply room again writing to you. I was thinking about you so I thought I would write just a few lines.

You know its fifteen days since I last saw you, and its really tough for me. I miss you so much honey, and I love you with all my heart. Will you forgive me for not writing last week. I was so tired and lonesome, I know I should have never taken it out on you, but then I always seem to. I’ll try not to do it again.

Its very quiet here this afternoon most of the boys took off on pass I don’t know what to do or where to go. I may go to town tonight with the mess sgt. or maybe go to a show. This war better end soon, because I can’t stand being away from you anymore. The war news sounds pretty good lately. I just hope they can keep going for another few months. I found the Christmas card you sent to me last year. You wrote on it, “may next Christmas find us together forever.” I don’t think it will happen this year, but I would give my right arm to be home now, thats how desperate I am. I would even vote for Roosevelt if he would send me home.

I’ll write you another letter tomorrow, Sunday, sometime. I never intended this one to be this long. I only wanted you to know I love you and very much and miss you like I never did before.

Please write to me often. Its awful not hearing from you. Thats all I have to keep up my morale.

All my love,

Pres.