August 9, 1944

France

August 9, 1944

Dear Mother, Dad, & Girls,

            I got six letters yesterday, but I horsed off to a French dance and didn’t answer them. Two from you, two from Rosalie, Roberta, and John J. John and Evan have both had another furlough just lately. This French dance was really nice and a heck of a lot of fun. There were about three or four of the French girls per boy and they were real nice looking. I couldn’t get on to their way of dancing to save my life – it is lots faster and the music is different than ours. Another kid and I were fuming around on the street corner when two girls invited us to the dance. They had all kinds of drinks for refreshments 0 champagne, wine. They danced hall was beautiful and we were treated very nice. And to think that you worry about me when I just eat, drink, sleep, and have fun. I can’t figure it out.

            We all got a big laugh a couple of days ago. Some of the boys come into came into camp dragging a small two-wheeled German cannon that had been left behind. We got together and named it “Patty B’s Little Bastard.” And are going to paint the name on it. Now we take it with us wherever we go. We have picked up everything imaginable and added to our outfit. Just the other day our captain and two other captains captured a model 39 V-8 Ford and now use it to run around in. ha.

            Thanks for the letter Roberta, I’ll answer it when I get time. It’s a good thing Norman has a big chest or he wouldn’t be able to pin all his metals on it. That was  OK – the other oak leaf – cluster. Yes I have been getting my mail quite regular lately.

            We have been having some real summer weather lately and it has been dry. Ah – laying in the shade sleeping this hot day is the life. If you only knew it I’m really better off than Dad was when he was over here.

            I bet Ross can’t even wear his hat now that he is legion commander. I can just see him strutting up and down now with a cigar in his yap like a prize pif. Kenneth writes often from England and tells me the Duncan news too. Naomi is working at the cool spot now.

            Well I must stop for this time and save a little gab for Rosalie’s letter.

Love to all,
Your son,
Max