Friday, 18 50

March 17, 1944

My dearest wife,

Two letters form you today, I had just about given up again, I would have got myself mad and maybe not come home at all this weekend, but everything is alright now again.

I am writing this mainly to tell you I love you very, very much, and the other reason, so you will have a letter on Monday. I know how lonely it is when I don’t get any mail, and it must be the same with you.

I can hardly wait to see you again this weekend, you are going to get the biggest kiss you ever had, that is if I haven’t lost my sex appeal.

I don’t know what you mean when you ask how Autti and I were getting along. You said I shouldn’t write to her, so I haven’t. Remember I happen to be a married man.

I don’t think you will get to see the boys of the 122^nd before the leave. They are going to move out on Monday and Tuesday. I was wishing they would wait a few more weeks, so they could see the baby. I know they would like him, but not as much as I do. He is going to be a good pal for me. He and I are going out plenty. I want him to swim, play ball, basketball and football. AND you are going to swim also, or it will be the death of me. Another thing, you are beautiful, and I don’t want to hear any different. I tried to figure out how I ever landed you for a year and a half now, and I still can’t figure it out. Do you know how I did it? If so tell me about it.

I had to laugh when you said the kid watched you dress the other morning, he sounds so cute, and a little something like his daddy.

I’ll hold you ever so tight my dear. Keep happy for me too, because I love you so darn much.

All my love,

Preston