Cherbourg, France

May 26, 1945

My dearest Margarite:

Things are very quiet around here again. Another convoy just went up into Germany, and I wasn’t lucky enough to go – as usual.

I have some tea balls, and just finished making a cup of tea. It tastes good once in awhile. Tomorrow night I’ll probably make some coffee.

I was to the show again tonight and saw what I thought – a good show. It was “Christian in Connecticut”, with Barbara Standwich. I never heard of it or saw it?

Our basketball floor is almost finished. We had a little game last night, and boy am I stiff. I also have a few blisters on my feet from these big boots. I sure wish I had some gym shoes now. It’s just about impossible to get them over here. I am going to try to keep playing a couple nights a week and maybe I can back into shape. I did make a few baskets, but very lucky shots. I didn’t play the game for about 6 or 7 years, and it takes a little while to get the eye again. If I can ever do any good, I may play for some team when I get home. I think Mack’s has a team. I am also going to get a season ticket for the high school or college games. I love the fame, as it is my favorite sport.

I had a letter from Fran, Ric’s wife the other day. I was glad to hear from her, as it was the only letter I received this week. She says she is feeling better now. She also asks for your address, but Ric sent it to her already.

I think I will say goodnite for now as I am not feeling very good tonight.

All my love,

Preston