Cherbourg, France

June 18, 1945

My darling wife:

Not a thing to write about tonight so no mail came in again as usual, it’s a week now today since the last time I heard from you. My morale is pretty low again. All I need is a nice letter from you and I’ll feel good again.

I forgot to mention in my letter on Saturday that Allen was 17 months old then. He sure must be getting big. Before you know it he will be going to high school.

I worked on the boat a while this evening and fixed a leak around the rudder. It still has a slight leak in the back but it will have to be put on a dry dock before it can be fixed. We took a short ride, then I came back, took a shower, and now I’m batting my brains out trying to think of something to write about.

I guess you took notice that I missed writing last night. I am sorry honey. I was out on the old boat until pretty late and I was dirty and tired when I came back. I think I’ll have to stop fooling around for it’s taking too much attention away from you.

I love you so much my darling, and I am so lonesome for you. I don’t even know how I can hold out for a couple of years. Can you?

I think I’ll have to say goodnight for now as I absolutely can’t think of anything tonight.

All of my love,

Your lonesome husband,

Pres.