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Cherbourg, France

Aug. 28, 1945

My darling wife,

I love you Maggie, very much today again. Again you filled all my thoughts I had all day. It’s another day just about over, which makes it one day nearer to you.

I am kinda stuck on what to write about today. Nothing happened today. My ring is still shining.

Yes honey, I still think about you very much. There isn’t a minute that goes by that you and I can’t doing something. I often try to imagine how your lips taste, and if you still kiss as good as you did. I also try to imagine what a kiss will feel like, not having any for seven months. (so far) I try to imagine how you look, if I will still know you when I see you again. There are so many things I try to imagine and I guess you have the same ones. I want you to know, and I guess you do, that I have been true and faithful to you every day I have been away from you. You may not believe me, but it’s true. I can’t say the same for about 65 percent, or more, of the guys in our company. Maybe some people try to tell different, but don’t believe them. There are some good men, the as there are some good women. I guess you see some women stepping out too. I am very much in love with my wife and I know she loves me as much, and we both know it isn’t right. It is hard for a guy to keep in line. The guys go out on trips and come back and tell their stories. You just have to have a strong will power. Remind me to tell you some of those stories. All I want is you Maggie, for I do love you with all my heart.

I’ll try to do better tomorrow night.

All my love, Pres