France

March 31, 1945

Saturday

My dearest wife:

Here I am again-all alone and it’s Saturday night, the night that is meant for you and me. It’s a very lonesome Saturday night without you. I’ll never get used to the idea of not having you around, or be able to be with you weekends. I love you very much Maggie-tonight especially.

Today was pay day and that was about the only important thing that happened today. I guess I will send you a few more dollars so I won’t be tempted to spend it.

So you and Dot had a fight again. I wouldn’t wrong very much what she says. I don’t think she has anything to talk about. She didn’t make very much success of her fine marriage. Honey- you have her beat by a mile. It would take two of her to make a person like you- I know. I think you are doing a swell job, trying to raise a family by yourself. It’s a tough job, but not many seem to realize it. Keep up your good work honey, I think you’re swell. Dot’s baby may be premature? Do you have any reason?

No honey I haven’t seen any V-2’s. The most I’ve seen since I am here is about two or three airplanes go over.

Say-what kind of stationary are you using? It sure smells good.

The war news is getting awfully good lately, in fact it’s getting interesting. They all claim it can’t last much longer, but then they said that before. I too hope it isn’t long anymore, it will shorten the time for us anyway.

It is so good to hear about you and how well the children are coming along. I think Bobby looks very cute on those pictures, so wide awake. Just keep on writing about you and the family-and take pictures.

If you can get any 616 film and send some I’ll have some pictures taken of me.

Goodnight, Maggie

All my love.