Tuesday, 1800

Jan. 18, 1944

My dearest wife, Maggie:

Well, honey I made it back alright. I was about a half hour late, but I don’t think anyone knows the difference, anyway no one has said anything to me. I think I told you I took the train, well I did, and I arrived in Indianapolis about 4:50 A.M., went right up to the bus station and got on my bus. I would have made it then if it wouldn’t have been for the fog. I got back to camp with .75 cents in my pocket, not bad.

How are you feeling my dear? I don’t think you could have felt much better than you have yesterday. How is Allen? Does he eat yet? Does he cry yet? I hope not. Tell me something about him when you write to me again. Personally, I think he is one of the cutest little kids I have ever seen, thanks to you my dear. You have made me very happy my dear by giving me a son. How do you feel about the whole thing.

The birthday card were all here when I got here this morning. You had your card addressed to the 122^nd. Did you forget, I think your last letter was alright. I was glad to hear that you were interested in shooting.

I love you so much again today, and lonesome without you. I wanted to write you a nice lovy letter, but I seemed to run out of words again. Sometimes I just can’t think of anything to write, but if I had you here I could put it into action better.

You proved to me that you can take it, and I am, oh, so proud of you. Remember I will never let you down on anything I love you too much.

Take it easy now honey, you will be home soon.

All my love,

Preston