Thurs nite – 7:30

Oct 5, 1944

My dearest husband:

So sorry to have caused you to worry. Yes, I guess every thing is alright, as much as It ever will be again. I only wanted to hear you say you loved me and that everything was alright between us. I guess you think I’m silly.

The only time my dream will come true ever is when I see you coming in the door I feel your arms around me – for good.

I’m not keeping secrets from you, Pres. are you? My cute little bay is coming along ok. How’s your cute little bay? He has faces teeth today and is very cross. I kiss him for you every day – but no one kisses me.

I have a present for you which I am sending tomorrow. Let me know if you like it.

I wrote to you but didn’t send it because I thought surely your address would be changed.

How are maneuvers this time? Do you miss me much? Do you love me much? Do you think about me much? Do you dream about me? I hope, and pray, every day that I will get to see you soon. I have a lot of love stress up for you. Ok Pres I do love you so.

I am too lonesome to write any more tonite so for now goodnight sweetheart.

All my love,

Margerite