This blog is a place for the letters that Corporal Max Blazzard wrote home to his family during his service in WWII, and a few that they wrote to him.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

February 25, 1944


Shreveport, Louisiana

February 25, 1944

 

Dear Mother and all,

 

            I received those nice cookies and candy. The boys were crazy over them and sure thought they were good. Some of the boys are over listening to a good program on one of our radios and eating some of the cookies. All the guys that had bragged about their mother’s cooking have all took down their signs and you are the new queen Mama. Thanks lots. I didn’t expect to get any so soon I’ll bet you used up all your sugar making all that candy and cookies for me. You shouldn’t have made so many.

            The filed Post Exchange was just around and we all had cokes and stuff. I had gone to bed and wasn’t going to write until I went on the radio at twelve tonight. One of the boys just came and woke me up and said he wanted me to take over the radios now. I knew it wasn’t my turn, but I went over to the halftracks. I knew something was up. The boys had stole a whole gallon of apple sauce from the mess truck and wanted to eat it with my cookies. We had a hell of a party. Cokes, applesauce, and those good cookies, along with some good music over the radio.

            We took our clothes down to the big log – pond out in front of the big saw mill to wash them this afternoon. We sure had a time of it. We had a bucket to boil our clothes in then rinsed them good in the water. The log pond was about seven or eight feet deep. We all got in and went swimming. There was a bunch of Negro boys fishing there. We had quite a time of it. This is our last night of our rest period and they let up turn off our radios tonight, so guess we’ll get some sleep tonight.

            They say that the only thing that has two stripes is a corporal and a skunk – ha.

            Guess I’ll close and write to Rosalie. My flash light is nearly dead now. I am laying in my pup tent writing. One other boy is writing. He is from Illinois and another kid is playing a guitar. He’s from Texas. One kid here from North Dakota and one from Louisiana. Quite a combination.

            Thanks again for all the good things Mama.

Love to all,

Your son,

Max.

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