France

Easter Sunday

April 1, 1945

My dearest wife:

I hope you don’t feel as bad as I do today. I am awfully lonesome today. I would have kidded to be home and gone to church with you. This time next year I would like to be with you and I pray that I will.

Tomorrow, “Bobby” will be nine weeks already. Do you think the time is going fast? I think “Bobby” looks awfully sweet in those pictures – she looks like a doll. I can’t tell who she looks like, but if she looks like you everything will be alright.

Did you finish kitting your sweater? I didn’t know you could knit. Did you just pick it up? I think you will be a well seasoned wife by the time I come home. By the way – are you doing any cooking? That’s the important part you know. They say that is the way to a man’s heart. Maybe it’s just a rumor.

I was reading an article in the paper the other day about the nice weather they were having in the States. At some places they had a new record for March, the temperature well around 85 to 87 and higher at some places. It hasn’t been that warm here in fact it has turned cool the last few days, and it’s still raining on and off. It’s good I am not home this April. I don’t like the month of April anymore. I think I’ll have to take a vacation every April when I am home. (Away from you) It’s happened twice so look out for the third time.

I am sorry if I told you I only missed you a little. You know I miss you much more than a little. I don’t remember what I did write in that letter that upset you. You do take everything to darn serious. Don’t you have a sense of humor? It isn’t that it makes me feel bad to write about how much I love you, (although it does in a way) but it’s like I said – I just can’t seem to make love when I know someone else needs it , but I do think I have told you more lately. I could never love anyone but you.

Have Bobby smile and take a picture of her. Do you know what honey – I’d give anything if I could hear that laugh of yours again. I think it’s cute. Those earrings are not prettier than your eyes, and don’t get that idea. I haven’t seen anything prettier yet.

You do please me honey, and I won’t forget about you. (Anyway I can’t) I don’t care if you weigh 180 as long as you’ll be there when I come home.

I did like your ideas about my homecoming, but you and I are living under different circumstances. While you are at home getting fed up (at times) with children, maybe even marriage, and living at home, I am thousands of miles away with no one to love only a few friends to talk to. What I had in mind – we have had so little time to ourselves and I thought maybe a week or just a few days, where you can get away from home, and as for me I could be with you once again to love you like our old days. I don’t think I am asking too much. Do you? After all we have a whole life time together with the kids, watching them grow. Let’s just skip the whole thing I can’t explain anything in writing. Honestly honey, I don’t care if you don’t get up at 6a.m. You can stay in bed until noon every day. Anything to keep you happy, that’s all I want. If I can keep you happy, everything will run smoothly. That letter that set off your spark, I wasn’t cross at you. Anyway it’s bad to blow your top because it takes a while to come over and by that time we both know how wrong we were. I am really sorry about that. Just remember one thing honey, I love you.

Goodnite Mag,

All my love