Monday
Oct. 19, 1942
Dearest Marguerite:
I am not feeling quite so well today. They don’t seem to be doing much to help. I believe they are going to remove my tonsils, I wish they would do something so I can see how it feels to swallow in [peace].
Gee I am lonesome without seeing you, and I haven’t changed my mind about marrying you. I also have a lot of time to do some thinking, and you are all I can think about. You know are* time together is growing short, and I would have to be in here to [waste] our time. It may even be that our Company will be moving out while I am here in the hospital, that would make things a little bad.
You will have to excuse this letter if it is short, because I am not in the mood at the present time. I only like to keep telling you how much I miss you, and I do love you.
Write to me often, will you?
Love,