Sunday

Oct. 21, 1944

My dearest Marguerite:

This has been an awful week for me. It seemed as if everything happened to me, one disappointment after another. I couldn’t write at all. I don’t feel very much like writing right now but you are on my mind and this seems like the only way I can get some relief. Today I was more lonesome for you than anytime since we met. I just can’t stand being away from you any longer. I was going to wait until Wednesday to call you up thinking we may not go this week, but I saw from your letter that you were counting on it some what so I thought I’d better call you. We still don’t know exactly when we are going. I don’t like to talk over the phone very much, and I guess you don’t a little because you always talk to the baby and laugh when I want to hear you. It isn’t that I don’t love the baby. I’d rather hear you talk. But I guess your right you can’t talk in front of the family. I think I’ll send a telegram next time.

I am going to send you a little gift tomorrow. I wanted to wait until you come, but now that’s off so I’ll mail it to you. I hope you’ll like it.

Maggie, what are you going to do when you live by yourself? You only have one baby now. You’ll probably have to hire a maid or two. How in the world will you ever take care of two children and a house??

Their Fort Knox deal would be alright if we wouldn’t have so many children, and you could travel better. They say they have houses there on the post for the first three grades. That might be alright. There main P.X. in like a department store, they sell just about everything.

I was over to the hospital today (this afternoon) to see Eisenbay, he sent me card and wanted me to come over, when I was there I couldn’t find him, but I saw the mess sgt. And he was glad to see me. He is getting along fine, and thinks he will be out soon. This evening I went to the show and wrote a letter to Mother. I didn’t write home for a week or more.

Oh honey, I love you so. This war has to end soon, seems to me we won’t be able to get together and other way.

Your lonesome husband,

Preston

P.S. Please if at all possible send me the film, forget everything else.