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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