Friday

December 8, 1944

Dearest Marguerite,

Enclosed is the latest medal I receive which you can add to your collection. Maybe Allen would like to have it, if he does let him have it.

I am a little disappointed in you again Maggie. Probably am acting just like a little boy getting a new toy. You kind of promised me you would send a box on Monday, I have been on my toes all week waiting a looking for it, but it still didn’t come. I even thought it may have been lost, now in your letter today you said you didn’t start it yet. You do it every time. I must have told you before, if you want to send me something, please send it or just don’t mention anything about it and if it is too much bother for you just forget it. I know I am acting just like a boy, well that’s all I am. I realize you must be very busy, but so are most people these days. I’m not need or anything honey. Maybe if you were here in my place you would see what I mean. I love you Maggie, even more so. If I could get my hands around your neck I would draw you close to me and give you one of the best kisses you ever in your life had. And I don’t mean maybe.

You are right honey when you said our love makes the distance shorter and the time go faster. Never in my life has the time gone so fast since I married you. It’s like my mother said, we should be together because life is so short. I think that is true. It seems strange to think what a couple of wars can do to our lives, not only yours and mind, but for everyone here in the service. I am so afraid I won’t have a change to see my mother alive again. She is getting old, an usually once a year or every two years she gets sick, and she can’t take many more of what she last had. That is one season I want you to spend a little time with her. She loves children, especially Allen, and I’d never forgive you if she would go without seeing he kids again. I know you want to be home, I guess I would too under some circumstances. Am I wrong? Give me some of your view points on the subject.

Sometimes honey I just sit down a think what a grand day it will be when we all come home. I’d like to swoop you off your feet and carry you away for a week or two. We could go to some quite little place and hang one on, then flop in bed. It would give me a big pleasure to undress you and put you to bed. I just love to fool with you. There is nothing I like better than to wash your face and ears, or give you a bath, or undress you and put you to bed. I guess you think I am crazy. Well I am – about you, you little devil.

Jude is a nice name, but why must you call her Jude Ellen? Is that all one name? If it isn’t it’s alright.

I don’t think I’ll need an Esquire calendar just now, but maybe you could send it after I change my address.

I truly love you,

Good night Maggie

All my love