France

March 3, 1945

My dearest wife:

We are one more day closer to victory.

This is Saturday night again and not a drink in the house. That’s not all, there’s none to be had around here either. It does seem a little strange not to go anyplace on a Saturday night. I can still remember the time I looked forward to a weekend, when you were living with me. We did have some fun, but I am looking forward to a lot more when I get back to you. You better start stacking up the in box with beer and groceries.

What I am mostly interested in is hearing from you. Its getting very lonesome not hearing from you every day like I used to. I know that is impossible now, but maybe twice a week, even that would be alright.

I didn’t go to town like I said I was. Some of the boys that went last night said it wasn’t worth going, so I stayed home tonight. I think it was a better idea for now I can get another letter in for you. I didn’t miss many days of writing so far. I missed a few on the ship because I had nothing to write about.

We get the York over here too. I got mine today. They are printed in Paris.

I still kept kind of busy – now it is unpacking and trying to set up.

Being Saturday night, I took a bath – out of my helmet and shaved. All I need now is You.

This is about all for this time sweetie.

Goodnight

All my love,

Pres.