Monday

September 25, 1944

My dearest Maggie;

(Or should I say naggie)

Why is it that every time I am away for awhile you get so nasty to me. You are always accusing me of going out. Now you said I should go out. Well I will if that’s the way you want it. I didn’t suffer any defeat, and I haven’t been licked yet up until today when your letter came. I think I am the one that is disappointed. You tell me you love me but now you really show how much you care for me. When I tell you I love you I mean it. I don’t know why you always have to get so excited. I never told you a lie yet. I know I shouldn’t be talking to you like this in your condition. I guess I should be kind and gentle and considerate, but how can I be. You make me very angry too.

Another thing you certainly are different about money lately. It seems to standing between us somewhat. Why weren’t you like this a year ago? You used to be so happy before when you didn’t think of money, now you seemed to have changed completely.

I guess you are right honey the motor sergeant is entitled to a honeymoon. We are married a long time now and I guess we don’t get a kick out of being together alone anymore. It does seem good to look back when we had fun. Doesn’t it?

I am lonesome and you know it. I am writing this from my new office out in the field. My desk in the back of my truck. It’s nice out here in the open again. I really like it, no hiding. It reminds me so much of last year. It was tough but we did have fun. We have a good area with tall trees which makes good camouflage. There is only one thing wrong honey it gets dark too quick and doesn’t give me enough time to write. It’s getting dark now so I guess I’ll have to stop for now

Goodnight my dearest

Love,

Pres.

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