March 6, 1945 Tuesday

[V-Mail]

My dearest Marjorie,

Beaucoups of things have happened since I last wrote! What do you think, Hon? I went to Paris! I am just bubbling over with things to tell you about it. It took 5 days with travel, and I saw just about all the things we have read about in Paris. It was one of those passes like the one I got to London, only this one was longer. Just as soon as I can I am going to write you a big old letter all about it, and send you a pile of pictures and souvenirs. Re-modelling the 2nd platoon takes almost all my time now, including evenings, and I know you realize the importance of that work. It’s a case of not daring to neglect training the new men. The “old men” help a lot but the new ones are so desperately green. The work is extremely urgent and real and difficult to put across. Even so, I think of you and love you always and always.

Wallace

February 25, 1945 Sunday

[V-Mail]

France

Dearest Marjorie,

In this village things are very much like they were in Mulcey—I have an extremely nice couple to live with. In an ultra-modern home done in the best French taste. No kidding! They are fine people, educated, and interesting. My actions are routine platoon duties.

How are you tonite? Still happy, I hope and thinking of me as much as I think of you. These clear moonlit spring nights make me think of our junior prom days. Weren’t they the balmy, romantic days? I used to forget to take the tickets to the prom and such, but even so they were exciting.

I hope we can have a home as nice as the one I am in now. It isn’t overdone a bit, but the effect is wonderful. They have a nice radio, but no record-player. We’ll have them beat there! Gee, I love you, Hon, all to pieces.

Yours always,

Wallace.