France

April 5, 1945

Letter “33”

My dearest wife:

Two more letters, so that makes a total of 12 in two days – not bad. The only one missing now is no. 23. That isn’t too bad. What do you think? I am going to try to answer them by number, so if some of my letters seem screwy to you, you know why.

Maggie, you don’t have to wonder very much of what I am thinking about. Whenever you think of me, you will know at that moment that I have you on my mind. My mind goes back to Walgreen’s often too. Something must have made our minds work together. You are the only thing I can give this war credit for. I’d probably never met you if it wasn’t for it, although I sometimes wonder. I may have found you at a later date, maybe even as a Army nurse. Who knows? Anyway I did find you soon enough. We did have some good times – didn’t we? You must always remember I love you even if I don’t put it on paper enough.

It seems that Allen is getting around pretty good, now that he is starting to take walks. He must look cute walking down the street. I can’t seem to picture him though. It worries me thinking how the children will take me when I come home. I’ll be a complete stranger to them. They may not like me and maybe be afraid of me. I guess it’s a hard problem to figure out, but we won’t be able to figure it out until the time comes.

I didn’t have any trouble reading your V-mail at all. They came through good, although I like your air mail better for the same reason you like mine.

You never did tell me how Allen burned his arm. I read about it in a couple of letters always thinking I’d soon get the one telling about it – so maybe you just forgot. What kind of shots did he get? I don’t think that doctor bill was bad at all. He sure treated us swell, and you can tell him I said so.

How much do you weigh now? The last report I saw was 118. Are you sure that’s right? If it is, you should almost be down to the way you looked when I found you. Say, you can say that again – I could have done a lot worse. Honey, you never heard me complain about you – big or thin. Did you? I’ll want you when I come back don’t worry.

I think I’ll quit for tonight honey, but I’ll be back with more tomorrow night. Goodnight my sweet.

All my love,

Preston