March 1, 1945

#18

Thursday 10 pm

My dearest Preston:

Allen had his third shot today and the doctor fixed his burn. I guess it is alright so far. He said I should put heat on my left breach but I haven’t any time for such fooling around. I drew eighty dollars out of the bank to pay my bill and do you know how much he charged for Allen and I both? Fifty two dollars!! I’m that sweet? I thought I’d be lucky to get by with ten.

I lost four pounds so I now weigh 118. You know I used to feel so bad because you had to see me so unshapely for so long but I was thinking it over today and I’m not sorry. When you met me I was kind of cute, well anyhow you could have done a lot worse. I’m afraid you aren’t going to want me after seeing women who are better to look at than me, more exciting or whatever you call it. I have always felt that I wasn’t giving you quite what you wanted. [Edited for content]. All I want right now is to be able to go to bed at night and feel you right beside me and kissing me. That would be my idea of Heaven. Once you said you didn’t think war made a husband and wife appreciate marriage more. I think you’re wrong.

The president said today there is no end in sight yet. Yet on the radio the news sounds so good. You don’t know what to believe. Are you any happier now [that] you are doing your bit?

I guess my letters aren’t very cheery. I never could hide how I feel. I don’t mean to make you feel badly; it’s just that I love you so and [I] am so lonesome for you. The maids are so slow. It seems forever since I heard from you.

Allen got his head caught under the kitchen table today and we had to lift the table to get him out. He was after a little ball of damming cotton.

Goodnight, honey. I love you, I love you, I love you.

God bless you, husband, and keep safe for Marguerite, Allen and Barbara.