January 19, 1945

310.88.1.2016 Transcription

Somewhere—France

19 Jan 45 @ 9:45PM

Dearest,

I know you’ll forgive me if I just write

enough tonight to let you know I love you

so deeply; that I’m well; & that Im awfully tired.

I just must go to bed to get rested for once—

in what seems ages.

I certainly need the heartening stimulus

of a letter from you to give my psyche a lift—

just as I need to hurry to bed to give my

physiology a lift.

I hope my “8-pager” of two nights ago which[1]

I was so tired I forgot to mail until a day later

has reached you. Letters have (finally) come in the

past 2 days but nothing arrived from you.

Goodnight, Precious—oh I love

you so! c̅[2]

All my love,

Dave

P.S. Didya know that most every day I have to

push that bottom leather-margin on my picture holder

down so as to keep Thump’s[3] little ol’ toes

showing on the picture of you 2 together @ Lovell?

Gee, I hope some more come before too long.

[1] Illegible notes written in the right-hand margin, with lines pointing to “which,” and “later,” on the next line down.

[2] Medical abbreviation meaning “with.”

[3] Nickname for their infant son, Terry.