Wednesday

Dec. 6, 1944

Dearest Marguerite:

You know Maggie, you and I seem to be having the same kind of trouble in trying to write letters. I am having an awful time of it here of late. I just don’t know what to write about anymore. We have been corresponding almost two and a half years now, and we covered just about all the subjects to cover, over and over again. I may be able to write about different things and different places soon, but that may be cut out. I too love you with all my heart Maggie, but I can’t make a very interesting letter just telling you things you already know. There isn’t anything new happening to tell about I never go anyplace except to a show once or twice a week but I’m not complaining at all I am quite used to it now, and it doesn’t bother me one bit. The thing that does bother me in that I can’t write a decent letter anymore.

I closed my eyes when I was talking to you over the phone, and it seemed like I could just reach out and touch you, you seemed so close. You shouldn’t get yourself so lonesome honey, and you shouldn’t cry over such little things. You should be used to living without me now, after all these years. Honey, it is just about impossible for me to have my picture taken down here. I don’t get out to go to town and I can’t find any on the port, but I’ll tell you what I will do, when I come home, I’ll have it taken, then you can pick out the one you want. Is that alright with you sweet? I did hear the baby say something over the phone but I didn’t know what it was. Can he say any words yet? He must be getting awfully cute. I wish I could be around the children. I really don’t feel like a father at all, I think that is the reason I don’t care so much for them when I am around them. I’d rather be around just you. I do miss the kid more than anything now. He and I could have so much fun if we could be together every day. But that day will come. I only hope he won’t be too old to get used to me. He won’t know me, and he may not even like me.

Maggie I would love to have a home with you. I love you more and more as every day goes by.

I think I am at the end again my dearest. Hope to see you soon.

Goodnight Maggie,

All my Love,

Preston.