“41”

France

April 14, 1945

The loneliest night of the week

My darling wife:

I guess it must have been a shock to the people at home when they heard about the president’s death. I know it was a surprise to us over here too. It does seem bad at a time like this when the war is drawing to an end, and yet a lot of unfinished business. I am still hoping for the war to end soon so I can come home to you. The days are getting very lonely now, moreso now than when I first came over. I guess it is because you miss me so much too.

I am still marking – rather numbering my letters. It was that I just forgot to number two of them.

I can’t tell you much of what I do. It is still the same job I had when I was back in camp. Today we had to see a show, one of those thrilling V D’s. I guess I must have seen them about a dozen times. I think they claim that V D is very high over here.

I sure do sleep well nights. I close my eyes thinking about you, and never wake up until morning. I usually go to bed about 11 P.M. sometimes later but not very often. The last thing I do before I go to bed is to write a letter to you.

You ask me if I think the French girls are very pretty, well I have still to see a pretty one. As I said before, I wouldn’t trade you for a million of these women. You also ask about the Pacific, well that is hard to answer, but I could bet we go after this is over. Suits me – I can’t come home until the war is over anyway.

I saw a show again tonight – Bing Crosby in “Here Come the Waves.” That’s the second time I saw it. I love you honey, so keep writing for me. Goodnite

All my love,

Pres.