Feb 26, 1944
Dear Mother and all,
We moved again this morning. The move was about forty
miles. I was just down the hill through the trees looking around. There is a
small farm down there. Corn and a few garden things is all they raise. There is
about four or five acres in this farm down here and it is scattered for a mile.
Little patches here and there with a big log plank fence all around it.
No I have other work around to do outside operating the
radio. When we pull into new position, lock man has to dig his own fox hole.
The hole is supposed to be just as long as you are and three feet deep. We
can’t go any deeper or we’ll hit water. The water comes up in them as it is. I
am with headquarters you know and pitch in and put up and take down our
commanders tent (he is a captain) when we are in a rest period only. We all do
work on our halftrack and little odds and ends but never fear me dear, none of
us are over worked. No this maneuvers isn’t anything like actual fighting…this
is more like a boy scout outing. This outfit mama, is more just for a guard a
supply convoy or a battery of tanks from the air and ground forces too of
course. This is just moving from one place to another and acting like we are
guarding something and is fun. We have to dig in at each position except in the
rest periods. We are still in one and will be until tomorrow I guess.
I hope Mark and Bina’s baby gets all right. It is too bad
that they have to leave it over there and hope Mark’s eye gets alright.
There was more than likely a job open guarding Italian’s
dad, but old Rudd probably didn’t like you too well and he wanted to give the
job to one of his friends or son.
It has turned hot here just like summer. Fruit trees are
all blooming and trees are getting new leaves and (I miss Rosalie more every
day) that goes with spring too you know. I haven’t heard from her in three
days. Guess she is waiting to hear from me, but I try to write as often as I
can. I usually write her as much or more than you.
Dad, guess you had quite a job fixing up that field so
you could plant a garden there and grubbing up all those trees. Mama, those
were the best cookies. I just love them and it reminded me so much of you. The
candy was swell too.
No I wasn’t kidding when I said thanks for the Valentine
cause I did get a nice one from them. Maybe I’ll see about sending you girls
something this pay day if you’ll be good.
How did the horse races turn out? Rosalie will tell me if
her horse run. I’ll be sure to hear from her tomorrow. Ned’s horse got a square
deal on that last race, Ned just can’t stand to get beat. He thinks that maybe
Jim’s horse will get a bad start and he may beat him. It sure got old Will’s
cause Kennedy’s horse beat Ned’s. He had teased Rosalie so about their horse
being an old plug when she was down there.
I sure hope you can get that brandlet fixed Dad. Try real
hard to.
Love to all,
Your son,
Max
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