My dearest darling Helen,
I just wanted to remind you of how much I truly love you. As I write this my love, I am sitting in an old hut waiting on the fog and weather to lift. Did I tell you my pilot was born in Scotland but went to the States when he was a kid? I’ll introduce you to him, next time we are home.
I have told the band that I will be in Paris tonight and that they will follow on in the morning. They all deserve some time off, no matter how brief.
As each night passes I miss all of you more and more, please hug Steven and Jonnie for me and tell them that Daddy loves them.
I have just had a meal at the club with David and as usual his stories of Hollywood and the life of a movie star can keep me entertained for hours. I have promised Mister D. Niven that we will all have a vacation together the minute I am back. I promise.
Have I told you how much I love you?
I was going to post this in England but as there is no one else here I will keep it and post it in Paris in the morning. That I promise, too.
See you soon, my love,
Major Glenn Millar
Glenn Miller disappeared over the English Channel, December 15th 1944