76
Cherbourg,
France
June 12, 1945
My darling wife:
Oh!
Maggie darling, but it was good to hear to hear from you again. It seemed like years since the last time, but
it was only a week. You must know I miss
you and everything about you. Your
letters 75 and 77 came today the last one before was 73, so that makes two more
missing. Number 77 with the two pictures
had the envelope torn and was patched up and resealed at New York. Was it only two pictures? Speaking of pictures honey—You
look gorgeous on those pictures. I can’t
see much of your shape, but your face—honey how can you keep those 4F wolves
away from you? Do you have any
trouble? You make me so mad
sometimes. I’m dying to see what you
look like. Please, honey, for me,
have some taken of yourself, if you don’t I’ll break your little
neck. It never fails, you either have
your face, or arm or leg or your face is turned the other way. Please honey, say you will. I want to see some of your new clothes. I have your pictures right here beside me to
give me inspirations. I just love that
one with you kneeling down with Allen in his trunks loving Bobby. Say Bobby looks awfully cute to me. I don’t know where she looks like a
Searle. Do you think she does?
I
get the same way as you some days. I
think of you every minute, every second of the day. It really bothers me some days. I do think of you every day, but its like you say, some days it really hurts. That is what they call love, I guess. It’s a funny thing about you and I
honey. I did wake up a couple of
nights. I roll and toss about 3 or 4 in
the morning. It must be that I have you
on my mind, and you thinking about me.
You must be lonesome for me. I
guess you know how I feel too. Yes honey
I still remember our last night together.
I still mean what I said about not being able to live if I lost
you. I love you so darling, and its so hard to be away from
you. I’d swear we are a little different
then some people that are married or in love. We are as much in love as when we are going
together in Toledo, even more so. You’d
never think we were married almost three years the way our love grows. My heart is still yours Maggie and it always
will be. Not only my heart but
everything I have is yours. You still
remember the exact time you meet me.
I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. We were in love before that honey. It just took a little time for our hearts to
find one another. You have been waiting
for me all your life the same as I was looking for you all my life. It turned out just the way it was meant. Honey I never had a lucky day in my life
until Aug. 2, 1942, and I haven’t had any since. I love you always my darling wife.
Your
letters of late have been very sweet Maggie, the kind I like to get from
you. I don’t want to hear about war or
politics, its you and our
love and the children I want to hear about.
It isn’t a power that I have over you honey, its
just love. You were never in love
before, I knkow.
Maybe you thought you were. I
know I told girls (that is one or two) that I loved them, but as soon as I said
it I knew I didn’t mean a word of it. I
just said it so I could keep their company for awhile and when they mentioned
marriage, well that was the end. In fact
I never thought of marriage until Aug. 2, 1942.
From that time on I was never afraid of marriage. I fell in love for the first time in my life
and it is a wonderful feeling.
Drink
some more of that good beer. Every time
you drink some you are doing it for me, as I can almost taste it when you tell
me about it. You are helping the war
effort by keeping your husband happy and filled up with beer.
Things
are really tough back home now.
The food seems to be getting more scarce every
day. I sure wish this dam war would end
soon. We are feeding practically the
whole world. If the French would get off
their lazy ass and work them fields they could relieve us plenty. There I go again talking about the war. I’m sorry honey. It just makes me mad sometimes.
I
saw that show “Bring on the Girls” on Sunday night. I guess that’s what it was.
Say
Maggie tell me more about that dream you had with Rie and I. How did
he get into it.
You better keep these strange fellows out of your dreams don’t you know
I am jealous.
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I don’t
know why you aren’t hearing from me. I
write just about every night. I was a
silly ass a couple weeks ago, and I am very sorry. I hope you will forgive me. One of your letters made me a little angry,
so I wrote back a pretty mean one. I
promise I’ll never do it again. It was
very foolish of me. I don’t want you
ever to get angry with me honey. We love
one another too much to get any funny ideas now. Don’t take the things I say to serious. Sometimes we are in a bad mood and take it
out in the mail. Sometimes one gets very
lonely and doesn’t mean the things he says.
I do mean I love you, and every word of it. Please take that serious. If at anytime I have anything bothering me, I’ll
tell you, but don’t take a wrong meaning and get mad, just help me out with
things. I am too happy in love with you
for us to do anything foolish.
Write
to me as often as possible Maggie. Your
sweet letters and pictures put my morale up one thousand per-cent.
Goodnite until
tomorrow my dearest.
My
heart is yours,
Your
lonesome husband,
Pres.