April 27, 1944
How are you all and everything at home? I am doing fine
and getting lazier by the hour. I never felt so shiftless in my life. I have
been loafing and doing as little as possible as usual. I have just been
wondering what to write about all day. I’m telling you, it is really a problem
to try to write when there isn’t anything to say or a letter to answer from
you. I’m getting tired of saying this country is pretty and what for, well and
I suppose you are getting tired of reading it. I’ll be glad when my mail
catches up with me. I am just dying to hear from you and Rosalie. I have just
had one letter from Rosalie, 1 from Kenneth and one from Mrs. Whitacker. I get
so damned disgusted with my letters but if I quit writing you would disown me
and Rosalie would skin me alive – she makes me toe the mark. I know why Norman
Last night I listed to Kay Kayser’s program then took in
a show. I had seen the show before, but went again just as a pass time. We are
near an __________ now and are able to go up whenever we get time off. I am
going up for a ride in a few days. That should be lots of fun.
I never saw the likes of bicycles and lady buggies as
there are here in England
We were ridding alone the other day when one of the boys
hollered “skirts – look.” We all jumped up all excited thinking were going to
see some girls. There was a Scottish band playing – all the men dressed in
skirts. They looked funny but were real pretty. Lots of the Scottish boys and
men wear skirts. I wished you could all see them too.
The people have some of
the prettiest flowers and shrubs going in there yards – I never saw anything
like it. They have hedges – nicely trimmed dividing their fields. Most all
fences over here are either hedges or stone walls. They both look nice.
Everything is kept neat and just so so. No weeds or trash any place.
They are having a dance here at the recreation hall
tonight. I saw a bunch of British wacs come in on a truck for the boys to dance
with. I would have liked to take it in, but wouldn’t dare get out on the floor
with these big old shoes of mine. I don’t go for those wacs either.
A kid just walked by with his head shaved. He and another
kid played a hand of poker to see who cut the others hair and could cut it just
as he pleased. This lad was rather unfortunate and lost the hand of poker plus
all his hair. Ha. The boys pulls some of the damndest things I’ve got to bug
off a few lines to my little women. I saw damn anyone who will fall desperately
in love and join the army at the same time. Ha.
Love to all,
Max
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