Saturday
Jan.
29, 1944
My
dearest Maggie:
I am feeling better today, I got rid of my headache sometime during the
night, but my stomach bothers me once in awhile, I guess I’ll
live.
This is going to be another lonely weekend, with nothing to do. I guess I
will go to the show, nothing else to do in my condition. If I had some money I
would probably go to town tonight. I am going to hang one on one of these days,
it’s been a long time and I am dying for a drink. I am hoping to be with you
next weekend. If I get any duties or can’t come for some reason I will call you
up. I may call you anyway, but if I don’t you can expect me on that same old
train.
Does the little baby keep you up at night? I guess your good sleeping
days are over for some time to come. Do you still hurt and ache all over? I
really feel for you, it must be miserable. So he hates water, I can see he is
going to take after you, and I bet he has a temper too.
You sure gained weight honey, I’ll bet you are a little fatty. Do you
know that I only weigh about 60 pounds more than you? I guess you will catch up
to me soon. I’ll wait for you.
There isn’t much happening around here lately. The camp is growing more
dead every day. There are about four to five trains a day leaving here with
troops. The division is moving out. I think we expect to leave sometime in
February, but one never knows. We may be here for a couple of months yet.
Gardner left for home early, about 11 00, he is going to take his wife
home today. Some people are fortunate.
Well I guess that covers about everything for today except that I am
overflowing with love for you, and you know that.
Try and take it a little easy for awhile honey, you can’t get strong in a
couple days.
My
very best love for you,
Preston