Tues – 11 PM.

Dec. 28, 1943.

Dear Preston:

There is not much to say to you tonite that hasn’t been said before except that I don’t feel so good. And that’s good news. Maybe by the time you read this you it be a husband and a father. You know I told you last time about those pains? Well they came back today and this afternoon I noticed some b - - - d so I called the doctor and he seemed to think that this is it. Of course, everything has stopped since then, except I have a slight fever. Think I’ll have Dad drive me up to his office tomorrow.

I love you very much, honey. I slept last night so good – didn’t even have to get up but I went to sleep thinking about you. You’re so good for me.

Nanna brought Pam over today and was very disappointed to think I might have it all over with before she predicted. She called up tonite nosing around and told Mom I should walk; I’d never have it laying down. Dad, it’s all I can do to sit up now and write this to you. I hope I never get that nosey.

It’s awfully cold out and the wind is whistling around corners. Just the kind of night to snuggle up with you. It goes without saying I miss you. And love you more and more each day. It’s unbelievable but true. New Year’s Eve will be 1 yr. and 2 mos. for us.

I hope everything is fine with you, Pres. Is your foot better? Please have it looked after if it persists in hurting. You have to keep yourself well for me and Rolly you know.

Goodnite soldier of mine. Remember I’m lovely for you and love you, love you, love you. Your Marguerite.