Sunday 8:45 P.M. March 19-1944

Dear Hon:

Good evening darling. How are you this evening? Did you have a busy day or did you rest? I hope that whatever you did, you did with pleasure.

I went to church this morning and from that time on I was very busy. Tonight I feel a bit tired and yet I have that uneasy feeling about me. I would like to go someplace and do something yet there is no place that I would especially care to go to. The movies are no good, not one good picture on.

I’m lonesome for you darling, very much so. As I sat in the parlor reading the paper, my mind was not on my reading it was all with you. I can remember distinctly how you sat beside me on the couch and what a wonderful feeling that was. Darling I am very discouraged with the war, the news are not what I’m waiting for. You sit and wonder how long will it be before it comes to an end and everything before you is dark. We hoped for Leo to come and see us but I doubt now whether he will, he [usually] gets here much earlier than this.

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Sweetheart, in todays paper there is a picture and a little writeup about Stanley S. I wish that you would cut it out and send it back to me. I want to keep it.

Darling, get prepared for a shock. Bill D. is dead. Today is the first time that Mary + I heard about it. He is buried now. He was found dead in bed. No one had seen him for a few days so some neighbor kid went to investigate and found him dead. I don’t know Bill very well so it doesn’t bother me but you do dear. Could be that drink got the best of him, and living alone didn’t help.

I am looking forward to tomorrow as I know that I will have a letter or 2 in the mail. I miss your letter so, especially when I wait 2 days for one. You must feel the same way don’t you darling?

The house is very comfortable. The radiators are very hot. It is quite cold out tonight but the weather man predicts a rise in temperature. I hope so, as this winter is so monotonous, a little sunshine would help a lot don’t you think dear?

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Gosh, but the days are flying by for me are they for you darling? A week goes by so fast and a month the same. I hope to God that the time flies by just so fast that before I realize it you will be coming home again. You left the 7^th, and here it is the 19^th. That is 12 days since you were home and yet it seems like yesterday, or does it?

I’m dying to find out how you liked the pictures, that we took while you were home. as yet, you haven’t wrote me, that is I didn’t receive a letter telling me so.

You must have seen enough of the Kenneth boy in the week that you both attended school. It was fun for the both of you I’ll bet, I mean seeing each other. Its about time that you met up with someone you know, I am so happy for you.

It is getting after 9 o’clock now and I will be going to bed very soon. I hope that I have a nice sweet dream with you in it darling. Sometimes they are so real that it is unbelievable. You are so sweet darling and I miss you so, every night when I get in bed I try to vision the days when we will be together again, so when I stretch my hand out it will touch you, what a thrill that will be.

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real and not just a dream. If only that day was very close. That is all I work and hope for and that is to have my home and you darling.

Sweetheart I will close now with Oceans of Love to my darlingest and most wonderful husband in all the world. May God Bless You every day in every way.

Your Loving Wife .

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P.S. Goodnite darling and sweet dreams.