France

April 27, 1945

My dearest wife,

I finally found out how Allen burnt his arm. Your letter no. 17 of Feb. 28 just came today, a little late, but better than none at all. I haven’t had much mail all week. I can’t imagine what the trouble is.

Maggie I’d like to tell you once against that I love you– deeply and with all my heart. I miss you so much too. It’s only three months now and it seems like three years. It can’t last very much longer as you can see by the newspapers. I pray for you every night, that you and the children are kept well for me when I come home.

I am having an awful hard time writing lately. I just don’t know what to write about. I guess it’s just as hard for you, but we must keep on. When I got some mail I’ll have something to write about again.

This was my day off so I stayed in bed until about 10:30. It does feel good when you can do that once in a while.

I think I finally won out with that watch of mine. I have been checking it now for the past three days, and it has kept perfect time. I hope it will stay that way now.

We are really having some cold weather here again. Honestly it’s almost like winter. I wouldn’t live here for any money.

There just doesn’t seem to be anything to write about tonight honey. Remember I love you and miss you all the time.

Goodnite Maggie,

All my love,

Pres.