Thursday, 2100

Feb. 3, 1944

My dearest Marguerite:

My first day on running a supply room again, and a very busy day at that, everything happened. It started off with today being salvage day and I had the biggest salvage since I am in this company. I not only put it in, but I knew some of the new clothing already from the Quartermaster. I have been on the ball all day and why? I don’t know, it won’t get me any place. Maybe I am helping to win the war.

Why shouldn’t the baby be proud of me if I hang one on, not everyone can do that. When I get back home again he and I are going to hit all the joints in Allentown, he will be big enough by then, we’ll really paint the town.

I am sorry that I have to disappoint you about my pass, but I just can’t get one, and there isn’t anything I can do about it. I think I can come for the weekend if that will be any help to you. I even prayed for it, but I guess he wants it to be this way. I am so sorry for you honey. I wanted to please you so.

I was glad to hear you are feeling well again, I worry so about you, you are all I think about. This week is moving so slow. It always does when I expect to come home to you. I love you my dear.

I don’t know what is wrong with me this week, I didn’t write you a decent letter so far. I just can’t think of anything to write about. The division in all moved out now, it took them almost a week to get them all out. We were put on the alert last week and off again the same week. I really don’t know how long we are going to be here, maybe some time yet. There is another rumor of division coming here. They probably put it in the paper about camps closing because they wanted to boost the bond sales. That’s about all the news there is for now.

I love you my sweet.

Keep your chin up.

All my love,

Preston.