June 13^th, 1944

Dear sweet darling,

I am sitting in front of my paper for a long time and I still don’t know what to write. Now I have my own Bunker and enough privacy to write but I can’t. Do you know why? I worked all day very hard, and of all things the battery had to change the position last night but that’s not he point. Half an hour ago I got a letter which says we have vacation ban, now you can imagine how my mood is. Now I am ___ ____, on the phone I couldn’t say a word. My darling, what life is that when you don’t even have a hope of vacation. Tell me, what should we do, I have a ___ in the ____, and I could certificate something. Why am I so small and helpless, why do I have to accept everything and handle it the way it comes? For what do I need all the combinations, everything is messed up, everything ____ ___ ___. Tell me, why I like you so much that it is so hard for me to be alone, more than anyone else. That I am not unconcerned about that like others. However my biggest love is the only one who keeps me grounded. For you I am on the front, for you I have to suffer everything, and the breakup; only we can be happy some day.

I feel the breakup to you like a bodily pain. Darling, I like you so much, I have to come to you, have to be with you so I can live with you. I want to tell you at least once how much I love you, how all my mind is going to you, how unbelievable I ache for you.

You my sweet wife, please write me that you like me so much and that you will never forget me. Keep in mind you are my wife and you are everything I have.

I want to see you in your bed now; gently I want to kiss your mouth and look at you.

My darling, if the breakup takes more time than we expected I will never forget you. My whole life you’ll be in my mind.

Always with you,

George