Cherbourg, France

June 21, 1945

My dearest wife:

Again tonight I seem to be short of words. I think I overdone myself a little last night. Seven pages and still I didn’t say anything. Tell me truthfully honey, do you like my letters you have received lately? I guess the thing that had had me so upset for awhile and in a bad mood was that point system, and I was mad because I didn’t have enough. Well that’s all over now. I know there is no getting out and there are men deserving of a discharge more than I, men that fought months on the front lines and in many battles. My only regret is that wasn’t in a few of them. That’s all it would have taken. Anyway it doesn’t bother me more for I don’t let myself get all excited over it. I also know where we are headed next as there is still a war on. How long we will be here no one knows, and a lot can happen by the time we go. Maybe I can still get to see you again before I shove off. Only God knows the answer to that. My every night prayer is that I can c ome home to you soon to stay forever. I love you my darling, and there isn’t anything that is ever going to change my mind about that. You can be fat, chubby, skinny or what have you, but I’ll always love you. Nothing can change that Maggie. It feels very good to know you have part of one you love inside of you, with you all the time. Maggie you are my life, the thing that keeps me going. Where would I be today if it wasn’t for you? I feel pretty good honey even though my morale is a little low. It is kinda discouraging when you never get any mail. I know it isn’t your fault for you write as often as you can. (I hope every day) Some of the guys even gave up writing, until they received some mail again. That isn’t the way to be, for it isn’t the people’s fault at home. Transportation is getting critical. You may be having the same experiences as I. I had one letter one letter in a week and a half, and I was tickled pink to get it. I treasure every one of your letters and read them over many times. I could stand a couple good love letters from you. I hope I have a dozen of them of tomorrow.

I saw in the paper that “Ike” was greeted by millions of people in New York. Every one of us is proud of him too, for he is a regular guy, and for the U.S. I’ll be happy to see one greet me when I come home, and that one is you darling.

How is Bobby coming along? She seems to be so sweet and cute like her mommy. You must think I’m a pretty awful guy not asking about the kids more than I do. I love them too honey, and I don’t I don’t forget about them, you know that, it’s just that I like to you and tell you things for we have been away from one another so often, as much, or more, than ever. I haven’t had a dream for a while, but he is tired all night long and every morning when I wake up. If he could only stay that way when I come home. How is my Suzie? Does she miss me any? And Martha and Mabel? Do they ever miss my touch or don’t they care anymore? Tell me how they feel Maggie, for I am lonesome for word about them.

Maggie, I love you. Keep thinking of me every minute of the day, for then you know I am thinking of you.

Goodnight darling

All my love,

Your husband – forever

Pres.

P.S. Do you want me to continue to send your mail home? Tell me what to do.

I love you my sweet little wife.