Monday, 2005

Feb. 21, 1944

My dearest Wife,

I had a tough day today for a change. I was down on the rifle range in the target pit marking targets. This afternoon I got sick on my stomach. I had a piece of salami this morning and this afternoon I felt punk. I didn’t eat any supper for fear of bringing it up, I felt that way all afternoon, but I am feeling a little better now. If I happen to slip up on writing anytime this week it’s just because I will be working late, but I think I can write, anyway I’ll do my best.

The newspapers seem to have some good news lately. Our boys are doing a wonderful job, don’t you think?

There’s a rumor of another division coming here soon, and the source seems to be reliable. I wish I could get you down here before they come, everything will be taken up. I still want you with me. I am so lonesome for you and the baby. I’ll bet he is growing like a weed. Gardner said his baby weighs 8lbs 13oz now. Maybe you better take him off the breast if he can’t get enough from you. How is he coming along lately, does he still cry much? Did you write the Vandivers? How are you feeling lately my dear? I believe my sickness was my lonesomeness for you, maybe homesick for you. It’s dreadfully lonesome without you or coming home to see you… How is the weather there? It was pretty nice here today but clouded up this afternoon. I believe sometimes it is warmer here than back home. I almost forgot to tell you about the beautiful moon we had this morning about 6:30. It was the last quarter, and it looked so pretty. I hope we have a moon when I get my pass. I am going to try to get it after pay day. Maybe we can sit up and wait for the moon and the sunrise. Is it alright with you about when I take the pass? I heard Sammy Kaye on the radio yesterday afternoon. Do you remember when we used to listen to it?

I am running out of things to say honey, besides my heart is aching too much to continue. Oh honey I love you, tell me that you love me.

All my love to you my dear,

Preston