Sunday

Nov. 26, 1944

My dearest wife:

There really isn’t very much I have to say today. It’s Sunday, just another day for us. We are on a 7 day week now and they are trying to make it eight.

As usual I am very lonesome for you again, but that you already know.

Haven’t heard from you for a couple days. Is everything alright? I guess you are kept busy too, and it’s getting nearer to December all the time. I still think you are going to wait until january again for the baby. I have been counting over the months backwards and forwards, and I can’t see how it can come in December. If my figures are correct, it will be the late part of January or even in February. Have you even tried to figure it out?

How’s the weather been at home? It has been raining here the last two days. I thought sure we would have snow because it seemed so cold.

The baby must be growing fast. Gee in a couple months he will be a year old already, abd I only saw him for three of those months. I must say I am lucky at that, some fathers didn’t see their babies at all yet, and then there are some that only saw them at the day of birth. That’s why I think I am lucky.

Did you know that after today there are only 34 more days left in this year. They have pay day on the 5^th of the month in this post. I;m going to send you another money order which you can use for Christmas, for Dot and your parents, and for you and the kid or whatever you want to do with it. Does that sound alright to you? I hope you will have a Merry Christmas, as I will too, probably working, unless that is a holiday here.

I think I’ll go to a show tonight if it stays rainging a little.

I wish I could write letters like I used to, ever since I came here I can’t write. This fort does things to me, and I have been working long hours, that also is affecting my mind some. I only wish I had someone to turn to.

This is all for today honey.

Keep writing to me.

All my love,

Pres.