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Letter Home – July 13, 1945
Dear Mother & Dad; I told you not to worry about me and my girl. I thought the same way you did so I’ll wait until I get home, and if I still love her and they lifted the fraternization … Continue reading
July 13, 1945 – Friday
Worked around the supply room. Was told to get ready that I was going home the 17th of July. We are going to fly. We are still restricted. Played some cards and wrote a couple of letters.
July 12, 1945 – Thursday
We cleaned up everything good today. Keep ourselves busy all day. Had to make a few trips to battalion. Wrote some letters and played cards.
July 11, 1945 – Wednesday
Worked all day doing odd jobs and making out certificates. Had an inspection by the Col. and all of us got giged so we are restricted till Saturday. There wasn’t anything to do anyway. We played cards in the evening. … Continue reading
July 10, 1945 – Tuesday
Worked all day. In the evening went out for a ride and went to the Red cross. Came home early and wrote some letters.
July 9, 1945 – Monday
Worked in the supply all day. In the evening I took a run over to the air corp to sell my guns. I got rid of five of them. We rode around all evening. Also stopped in the Red Cross … Continue reading
Letter Home – July 8, 1945
Dear Mother & Dad; We left Salzburg the 6th of July, and it took us two days to get to our zone of occupation. We are in a small village about 24 miles from Kassel, Germany. We are to take … Continue reading
July 8, 1945 – Sunday
Worked in the supply in the morning and wrote letters all afternoon. In the evening I went for a walk around the town and stopped in the Red Cross on the way home.
July 7, 1945 – Saturday
Up at three and were on our way at 5 o’clock. We got to our zone of occupation at about 1 pm. The name of the town is Bad Wildungen. It’s a pretty place but there are too many soldiers … Continue reading
July 6, 1945 – Friday
Didn’t go to bed all night as we had to get up at 3 o’clock any way. Lore and I talked till time to go. Poor kid cried and cried and I didn’t feel so good myself. I really got … Continue reading
