Tuesday, 1830

                                                                                                                                                                                Jan. 11, 1944

 

My dearest wife, Marguerite:

                Today is the 11th and still no Rolly.  What seems to be the trouble?  My hairs are starting to turn gray.  Do you like gray hair my dear?  If you don’t you better hurry, and if you do just take your time.  Well anyway he can’t come until he is good and ready, but I wish he would hurry up and get ready.

                The Caugherty’s are back at 597 again, down stairs but expect to move upstairs next week.  I get so lonesome for you to be with me.  I would love to be seeing you every night again.  I sit down and eat the lousy chow we have I lose my appetite.  I ate Sunday dinner and supper at 122.  I will be getting a box from mother soon so I will have something to eat again.

                I saw an article in the paper today about steel baby carriage coming back soon.  I wonder if we could hold out until then?  I hate like the devil to buy that wooden one.

                I’ll bet your father will be glad to see Bob again after all he has been through.  I wish I would get some kind of a break.  I would hate to tell anyone that I spend all my time in the U.S. especially Rolly.  I know he would want me to be a real soldier.  And I guess you would like to be here too.

                The latest rumor around here is that we expect to move down to Camp Brekenridge around the first of next month and from there the desert manuever so I may not be around here much longer.  It is always my luck to go from bad to worse.  I’m getting used to being pushed around now so I guess it doesn’t matter where I go anymore.  One place is as bad as another, maybe I will get my chance to see California after all.  Who knows???

                My cold is better and so is my foot, and I feel fine again.  I seem to be hungry.  But when I think I have to worry about any income tax this year.  Your dad must have an awful big tax.

                Nothing is going to happen to you my dear, it can’t.  I would take very good care of the baby, and would try to put it through the best of schools.  We will do our best, won’t we honey.

                I am still missing you my dear, in fact more than ever.  I am always thinking about you.  And I have so much love for you.  You are all I live for.  Keep those nice blue eyes of yours smiling sweety.  I’ll be by your side always.

                                                                                Goodnight honey,

                                                                                                Your lonely husband and admirer

                                                                                I love you

                                                                                Preston