Wednesday,

Nov. 29, 1944.

Dearest Marguerite:

There really isn’t very much news again. We just got back from a 10 mile hike about a half hour ago, and it went very smooth. As usual I had no trouble at all. I was a little cold when we stood around to take a breath, but otherwise everything was alright.

Ah yes, there is a little news. Today, Ric was reduced. We have a 2^nd Lt. that is very chicken, (if you know what I mean), and he really isn’t much help. There are certain things an officer should do because he has rank and authority, but he pushed all his work on Ric, So Ric just told him off, and he goes and tells the captain all about it, so it ended by him getting reduced and another man taking his place. A few of us tossed a coin to see who would get this Lt. Wilson when we go over, and I was the lucky one. Don’t worry honey I’ll do a good job. He also happens to be mess officer, and a couple of cooks were in to see the old man tonight. I don’t know what the outcome was, but I think I’ll be able to tell you more about it tomorrow.

Maggie, I am very much in love with you, and always will. I guess you know that by now.

I had one of those headaches again, but it went away during the hike. I guess all I needed was to give my eyes a rest.

I too hope I’ll be seeing you soon, but don’t count too much on it, at least for a while yet. We still have plenty work yet. More than I can handle. One of these days we should be caught up. Do you think I could really rest, and with the baby around?

I have some extra clothes that I am going to send home when I find a box. I have too many socks and underwear, and when they inspect they don’t like it very well. I still have an awful pile of letters from you I forgot o send, they do take up a lot of room, my box I keep them in is overloaded.

Goodnight sweetheart

All my love, Preston

P.S. Do you like those dresser sets?