Cherbourg, France

Sept. 10, 1945

My darling wife:

No mail for almost a week again. I am still very much in Cherbourg, and not on my way home. I hope you are getting my mail. I know the situation is getting bad, but I hope you are still writing to me. It’s so lonesome not hearing from you. There for awhile the mail was coming good, but for the past three weeks it has been terrible, and I don’t think you are writing as much as you used to. Please Maggie, don’t slow up now, for I am not home yet, and I do need a high morale. This waiting is no fun, and I guess you know it.

Did you ever get that money order I sent you? I never did hear anything from about it yet.

You should see my kittens, they sure are growing. I am going to take a picture of them some day. The tom cat is white with gray spots, and he is growing like a weed, the black cat is a female and she isn’t growing very fast. When I sit down and write they run up and down my legs, fighting. The black cat likes to sit on my shoulder across my neck.

I’ll probably be making another try to La Howe next Monday, so I’ll miss writing for a few days again.

I don’t have anything to write about honey. My letters are always short when I don’t hear from you.

I love you very much Maggie darling. I have been in heat again today—if you know what I mean. I need you so bad Maggie

All my love, Pres