Tuesday Night, 11:30 PM

November 28, 1944

Hello my honey,

Do you like my new stationery? I made it myself.

You make me feel awfully bad in saying you wish you had someone to turn to. Surely it hasn’t come though, so am I. There are better days ahead though, my handsome husband, I promise you.

Uncomfortable as they may be, honey, cold water showers are supposed to be good for you. When you come home, I’ll give you a lovely bath if it kills me.

I think I heard Vaughn Monroe Saturday night too. Where you just went with me, you used to think he was wonderful, remember? I’d like to see some of the better bands there even if many good over around anymore- Sammy Kaye, Guy Lambardo. I’m the one who will need a cane, sweety. Honestly though, I think I look thinner and believe I will look pretty good after this battle.

You are going to have a big adjustment to make when you come home. I hope I’ll be able to help you.

Sometimes I get so tired I just can’t write- although I try not to let a day go by without writing something as I promised.

Second babies are often early, honey. Anyhow I’m hoping. This is so long; it is hard for me to walk because of the pressure although I am not very large.

It’s been quite gold and dreamy here with chance taken.

I can use some money, honey. I bought your watch today. It’s our Christmas present to you- me, mother, and dad, also yours. I hope you like it.

I love you always. You’re making me very happy. I only wish I could make you more so. You are in my every thought. Sometimes I miss you so I think I just can’t go on. I have every faith in you.

Goodnight Pres,

All my love,

Maggy