Thursday, 2100

Jan. 6, 1944

My dearest little mommie:

How are you feeling today my dear? I have been worrying about you ever since I received your letter today. You have to get better for me, I don’t want you to get sick now, it would be hard on you.

I love you too honey, so damn much. If I could shoot you a line I could tell you better how I feel for you.

I have to go to the dentist today, and they filled two or three more teeth for me, some were only defective fillings, so now I am okay again, but my teeth hurt a little from all the drilling.

Today is one of those days again that I haven’t much to write about, but boy do I love you and miss you.

It is almost bedtime again for me, and I am always glad to go to bed so I can hurry and dream of you. I am going to pray for you that you will get well again, and for Junior to hurry and come and take good care of you.

There are only 4 more days until the 10^th. Do you think it will come soon? You still may have a few weeks to go, but I hope not for your part.

I love you again my dear.

I will see you in my dream. Goodnight for tonight.

I love you

Preston

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