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Letter Home – September 6, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad It has been some time since my last letter but it can’t be helped. The Germans are retreating fast and we stay right behind them. I did have one lucky break. Our truck broke down and … Continue reading
September 5, 1944 – Tuesday
We left again this morning to a new area. I’m afraid we got a little too far ahead this time as we have Germans behind us. The Germans are shelling us but the shells aren’t coming close. For the second … Continue reading
September 4, 1944 – Monday
We left this morning and rode all day and part of the night. We couldn’t find the company so we pulled off to the side of the road. Sgt. Davis came by about 2 am and took us on … Continue reading
September 3, 1944 – Sunday
We went to mass at the church this morning. After mass we took some pictures. The Priest invited us in and we drank the wine that was used in the mass. It was very good. The people followed us every … Continue reading
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September 2, 1944 – Saturday
Boy, we don’t have to worry about getting food. They bring eggs and milk from all over. We layed around most of the morning and in the afternoon Florence and I went for a walk. It would be much better … Continue reading
September 1, 1944 – Friday
We slept late this morning as we were out late last night. The French farmers were bringing us milk and eggs and bread. In the afternoon it started raining and it really rained. Florence came down to visit me. She … Continue reading
August 31, 1944 – Thursday
We left today ahead of the company as we have to pull a trailer full of lumber. The scenery is surely beautiful. I can’t get over it. The truck has been missing all day so we had to be shoved … Continue reading
August 30, 1944 – Wednesday
I don’t know if we will move or not today. I wrote a few letters and received a couple of packages from home. One was from I.C. Collins with a 1/2 pint of whiskey in it. We stayed here tonight … Continue reading
Letter Home – August 29, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad Move, move, move, you have little time for anything else here. I’m telling you, I’m having the time of my life, that is as long as the Jerries keep running. I can’t get over the way … Continue reading
August 29, 1944 – Tuesday
Here we are waiting to go again. Boy this is the life. Move, move, move. The infantry just keeps rolling along. We moved after supper to the other side of Montelimar. The infantry had just shoved the Germans out and … Continue reading