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Category Archives: 1944
Letter Home – December 15, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad Well I have quite a few letters from you before me so I have put off answering your questions long enough. Now that I have a little free time I’ll try to answer as many as … Continue reading
December 15, 1944 – Friday
Packed a few things on the truck. Outside of that there was little to do. Went out for a while but came in early.
December 14, 1944 – Thursday
About the same as yesterday. We are supposed to move so I went over to Margo’s for a little while. They sure are nice people and they all treat me swell. They gave me a picture of Strasbourg and a … Continue reading
December 13, 1944 – Wednesday
Wellman left for Paris so I am in charge for a few days. Had to make a few trips to the Battalion today. Went over to Margo’s.
December 12, 1944 – Tuesday
Did my usual routine and then went over to see the Willisecker’s. Jamie was there, and everyone was happy as Margo’s mother didn’t have to go away. They had saw a French Commander and he approved of her. We talked … Continue reading
December 11, 1944 – Monday
Not much doing today. Went over to Margo’s tonight. Her Mother is German and they are taking all Germans and putting them in concentration camps. They were all crying and didn’t want me to stay because they were afraid I … Continue reading
Letter Home – December 10, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad Here it is Sunday and time I should write you both a letter. I had a letter from ‘Gee’ & she said that you have received my pictures. Boy have I ever been sweating those pictures … Continue reading
December 10, 1944 – Sunday
Went to mass and Communion this morning. Went over to Margo’s house this afternoon as she had a girl friend she wanted me to meet. We took a few pictures and talked for a while. I wrote a few letters … Continue reading
December 9, 1944 – Saturday
Kept pretty busy today. Steve Toth and I took my pictures over to “B” Company to be developed. Played a little cards and then went to over to see Margot. Her dad made up a poem about me, but it’s … Continue reading
Letter Home – December 8, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad Boy I have just finished taking a bath in a bathtub. First time I’ve ever been in one of those things since I was home on furlough. Seem funny to climb into a bathtub. I went … Continue reading
