Cherbourg, France

May 19, 1945

Saturday Nite

My dearest wife:

One more lonely night just about gone. It is just about midnight now, and about 6 P.M. at home. I was going to go out and have a few drinks, but the guy I was going with had some work to do and couldn’t go. So I guess we will postpone it until Monday. They changed the system now. We work 6 days and get off Sunday. Before we took one day off during the week. I only took off one time though because I don’t like to go to town very much. I usually hang around and work. Tomorrow – morning I am going to sleep until I am finished. I always did like to sleep on a Sunday morning. For that was the only time I could. I guess that will stop when I get back home again.

I have been writing to Mother a little more than I used to. I guess she is getting quite lonely, and she has been sick with the grippe. I guess she is alright by now. I guess she thinks she thinks I’ll be coming home soon now that the war is ended over here. Dad is still painting, and I guess he is having a time with it for mother says it is raining so much.

I don’t know what makes you think I’ll regret coming home to you. You should have a lot to offer me. You have yourself and the kids. You must learn to make friends honey, for I don’t intend to be alone all the time. That is one of the things you must overcome to keep me happy. I too hope I can be content at home, but I may be a little wild for awhile. As you know, its no fun living like this without anyone to turn too, no one to be around to love, and no American women. You shouldn’t be saying that I’ll regret coming home, for maybe you will have me talked into it. You should boost yourself up and tell me all the things you are going to do when I come home. People do like you, for I know. Maybe you don’t like the people.

You better not drink all that whiskey. Save a little for me when I come home.

There isn’t anything new around here. Its just about the same old thing every day. I know these won’t be any furloughs home, and I don’t think I would take one knowing I’d have to leave again to go back over seas. We heard yesterday that we have work here for about a year, so it doesn’t look like the Pacific right away, but we may get our chance.

How are the kids? Are they feeling better by now? What seemed to be the trouble?

Honey, I can’t tell you any faults. And if I would you would probably blow your stack, and be mad for a couple days again. Lets just leave things the way they are. I think it’s better that way.

What did you do on V day?

Well Honey, I guess this is all for tonight.

Goodnight my dearest,

All my love,

Your lonesome husband,

Pres.