Cherbourg, France
Aug. 4, 1945

1800 km

My darling wife:

I could hardly wait until now to sit down and write. You have been on my mind all day again today and it really bothered me until now that I can write to you. I love you Maggie darling. I just wonder if I’ll ever get used to the idea of not being with you. You’d think I would get used to it but I never did yet. I guess it’s because I love you so much, and think so much of you. I am still holding out, it can’t be too much longer (I hope). You know it’s six months since I last saw you—one-half a year. To me it doesn’t seem that long, (that is sometimes) but I guess to you it has been years. Just imagine being away from one another that long. It really isn’t fair especially when we are so much in love and married, and we both need each other so.

It is very cool here again today. It’s no wonder a guy catches a cold. I am feeling better, but my nose still runs a little.

I didn’t do anything all day today. I guess after I write this I’ll shave and go over to the bar and have a few drinks and then go to bed. I thought it best for me to write before I go to the bar, as sometimes I’m not in such a good shape to write a letter.

I have a record player here in the supply room, and we have some good records. There is one I like very much and a good tune to dance to, it is called, “Prelude to a Kiss”. I think Duke Ellington wrote it. Have you ever heard it?

How are the kids? What kind of trip did you have back. Tell me some of these things.

There is no more news from this end except the same old thing.

I do love you my darling, and I haven’t given up hope.

Goodnite Maggie,

All my love,

Pres