Cherbourg,
France
June 3, 1945
My
dearest- “Chubby”:
This one of those typical Sundays
like we used to have at home only there is one thing missing—YOU. It seems so
peaceful and quiet today. The water is smooth, with hardly a ripple. I am
sitting by my desk with the windows open looking out. I am about 15 feet from
the water, as our building is located in a basin. When the war was still going
on we had big Liberty and Victory ships come in to unload their cargo on the
opposite our building. Just at this minute a U.S. Army tug came in and went out
again, probably just taking a little cruise. They launched that boat I was
telling you about last night and it worked pretty good, but they have a few more
modifications to put on it now. Not everything worked according to plan. The
motor wasn’t getting enough water to cool it off and the motor became to hot to keep going, so now they are fixing it again.
Believe it or not, but I had two
letters from you today, both nice ones. That is something I can’t do. I blow my
top to easy. I fit isn’t the army, it’s you. I am trying to do a little better
than I did. How have my last letters sounded to you?
I have to laugh at you when you say
how tired you get taking care of a house and the children by yourself.
Don’t you ever sit down and realize what is ahead of you. For the rest of your
life you are going to take care of the house, kids, do washings and hundreds of
other things, and also try to make me happy and content. From the way you
sound, you’ll never be able to do it unless you hire a maid.
You know Maggie,
I’d like to eat one of your meals again. You cook pretty good,
but it wouldn’t hurt you to keep at it and get some good pointers, unless you
already have them. As for having our Sunday dinner on Saturday, I don’t think I
would like that. After all what is a Sunday dinner for? Not for Saturday. If we
want to go out we will have an early dinner or maybe eat out. You are
forgetting that I will be out of the army and you will be seeing me every day
not only Sundays. After a year or so you’ll be so tired of seeing me, you’ll be
glad for weekdays. I think we will have plenty of time to ourselves. We’ll just
make plenty of time. I think everything will turn out alright, as long as you
don’t try to change customs of hundreds of years. I think you would make a good
President.
I guess I do take a dark view on
things Maggie, especially when it comes to pints and coming home. You are
building yourself up for a big let down, that’s
probably why you think I have a dark view. Those points aren’t going to go down
enough for me, and you can’t expect me home for another year at the
least. How much longer, no one knows. It makes me mad to think the
people at home think I will soon be home now that the war is over, but then
maybe it makes them feel better thinking that way. It’s not that I don’t want
to come home, for there is no one that wants to get home as bad as I. When the
time comes, they will release me I guess. I think the system they are using is
very crooked, but I am in no position to do anything about it. All I am praying
for now is a quick victory over Japan.
I do love you Maggie,
and I have always been true to you, and always will. There may be some lonely
WACs, Red Cross girls and “pretty” French girls over here, but there isn’t any woman that bother me anymore. I’ve heard so many stories from
home that make a guy hate all women. I haven’t been bothered by women since
Aug- 1942, and she is the only one that I want anything to do with. This woman I
am talking about- the one met in Aug- 1942, well she
is my beloved wife. And believe me, I do love her. If I ever do anything wrong
honey, I’ll let you know, then you can decide what to do with me. I don’t think
you’ll have to worry- I won’t let you down.
All my love and
the biggest kiss you ever received from me,
Pres.