I would like to introduce you to Doris Briggs, Milton's wife. She passed away February 10, 1997.


August 15, 1944


My Dearest Husband,

I rec'd mail from you this morning dated Aug. 2nd, and am so glad to get it and hear that you rec'd a letter from me on your birthday. I sent your card early enough for you to get it in time, so I'm disappointed it didn't get there. I thought it was real cute and very appropriate. Maybe you'll get it soon. I'm so glad to hear that your head is getting better. I can't help worrying about it a little, but I believe you, you wouldn't say it was nothing to worry about if it wasn't true. I heard about the invasion of Southern France this morning and I know you are in it. You haven't missed anything over there yet and since you were expecting dark days ahead, this must be it. I pray you are safe and all right, Darling. They mentioned battleships, destroyers and cruisers taking part and so I'm more certain than ever that you're in it. Dear God, take care of you for me.

I'll have to write Grace and ask her to find out if they are fixing the radio. I expected to be back in a week and was going in to find out about it. I told them not to fix it if it would cost more than ten dollars. Also that you were a radioman and had said that it couldn't cost over that to get it fixed. Do you mind me telling a white lie? Mrs. Bartlett told me that's what the repairman told her. You probably have my mail by now telling you I'm still in Brockway. Darling, you mentioned that your wife gets the best excepting a few things and I'd now what those were. I don't agree with you, whatever those things are. I can't think what they might be, because, since you've been my husband, I've had the best of everything and been completely happy (except while you're away). You are always so thoughtful and considerate and kind to me, besides being lovable and loving. You're the best husband in the world, and I'm not exaggerating one bit! I love you, Milt.

Marcia Jo is here jabbering away. She says quite a few things though. She is a darling. Her hair is real fine but is curly in the back and sides. She always wants googala (drink) and a cook (cookie) when she comes over. She is back and forth all day long. Stands there and yells 'Mama' until someone has to go and get her. Harvey and Georgie want me to go camping with them. The idea is to keep the kids at night in case they want to go somewhere. They want to leave Friday and the man is coming to put down the linoleum that day, so I don't know whether I'll go or not. If we can get him to come Wed. or Thurs. instead, maybe I'll go, although I'm not crazy about the idea. If I do go, I'll write just the same. They aren't even sure about where they're going yet.

Last night, I went through some Colliers' magazines and cut out some comical pictures. Will send a few in letters from now on. The one "Is that you, George?' is slightly off color, but I couldn't help laughing because its just like a woman to say a crazy thing like that and also the drawing is funny. Its terribly hot again today, but was more comfortable last night to sleep. We just had about five minutes of rain, enough to stir up the dust. I waited until after supper to start painting in the bathroom and finished at ten o'clock. All the time I was up there, I thought of the times you'd whistle and I'd answer. It made me very lonely for you, Milton. It sure is torture being away from the man you love, and even more so when he is in a dangerous place. I hope you come home soon as this business is finished. Gosh, how I want to see you, Dear. If you ever have to be gone that long again (God Forbid) I'm going to stow away with you or go somehow. I shouldn't talk so silly, but feel like it sometimes. I'm so lonely for you. Sure is a good thing I didn't know before how long you'd be gone or I'd have had a conniption and carried on terribly.

Well Darling, it's almost time for the mailman to come, so I better stop soon. I'm not newsy today and this is probably a boring letter, but I can't help it. My mind is so full of you and your action there that I'm a blank to anything else. Forgive me when my letters aren't any good. I know you understand. Write as soon as you can, Dear, for I'll be on needles and pins till I hear. All here are fine, including me. Don't know if I gained or not, but wouldn't surprise me if I did. I hope you gain a little soon, you are too thin. I'm sure you will gain though when I get a hold of you and give you some food and a lot of loving. Do you object to any of that? I hope not because I'm hungry for you, Dear. I'll love you to pieces when you come, I'm sure, but at the same time will feed you so you won't lose any more weight from my ardent attentions. I'm a bold wife I guess, am I not? I like to tell you how I feel sometimes.

I'll write again tomorrow, so until then, Milton dearest, you have all my love and all my thoughts and prayers. God bless you, my husband. I love you.


Your wife Doris.


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