Aug 15, 1945

                                                                                                                         Wed. Morning

                                                                                                                         About 9:15

Hello Darling,    

            In all the excitement last night I didn’t get to write.  I’ll get this in the mail this morning and it will be all the same.  We went to Canton & I never saw so many people in all my life.  We came home and it was late.  We are going back today because there having a big parade & etc.  The news was surely grand but I was surprised.  I didn’t think the dirty devils would surrender.  All the time I was there in Canton yesterday watching some people celebrate I kept wondering what you were doing.  Maybe it won’t be too long now that we can be together for a long time.  I’m still in bed so if you can’t read this writing you know why.

            I got a letter from Naomi yesterday.  All she talked about was Saturday night and her new honey.  She said she had more fun with him Saturday night than she ever did with Charlie.  Poor Charlie is S.O.L that’s all I know.  He probably don’t care.  Maybe Naomi’s sailor will get discharged soon and then she will have a man.

            Darling, there is no news.  Everyone is still celebrating the war being over.  My Dad said he isn’t going back to work this week.  Of course he has to get a little pie-eyed.  I didn’t care because I felt like it myself, but didn’t.  Darling I’m going to close now and get this in the mailbox.  I love you Darling more and more and I’m hoping to see you soon.  Two or Three months from now.  I get so anxious to see you I hardly know what to do.

                        Always yours,

                                    Marge.