Friday, 0715

Sept. 1, 1944

My dearest Maggie,

As I told you I wanted to write to you last night, but I had some work to do, put my laundry away, and unpack my bag and hand up my clothes. You deserve a lot of credit for the fine job you did on my clothes. My underwear smell so good, just like perfume, and my khakis are simply swell. It’s been a long time since they looked so good. I believe you are going to be an awfully good wife Maggie. The only thing you have to learn now is to get up early mornings. It’s for your own good you know. The baby is always ready to get up, and it will soon be getting cold; too cold for him to be in bed with his wet pants, and maybe you could set him on his pottie and get him use to it. But then I guess I better mind my own business, you know what to do and how to do it.

Things are just about the same here honey. Lt. Enochs was transferred while I was gone. He sure will be missed by all the boys, he was one swell fellow. He took the boys swimming after on Sundays, now they can’t go. They always say good things don’t last love.

I’ll have to cut this short honey because I have a lot of work to do. Expect a big inspection today I’ll write tonight honey for sure. I love you Marguerite and already miss you too much for my own good.

All my love,

Pres.