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.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

December 10, 1944

Holland

December 10, 1944
Dear Mother, Dad, and girls:

              How are you all at home? I’m doing fine. I am visiting some Dutch people this evening and are writing in their house now. Since I have been gone from the states, these are the nicest people I have ever met and the cleanest. Some of the other boys are I have been playing a game with this family all evening. It is like Chinese checkers and fun. There are four members in the family. Their boy is 22 and speaks good English and he has a sister that is 24 – both single. This boy has been engaged with a girl here for four years and tonight he broke his engagement with her. She wanted to join the nurses corps here and he didn’t want her too – so this boys sister looks just like Mary Rouse before she married. They have a real nice house. I don’t know when I have spent a better evening.
            I have really seen the country since I left France I was glad to get out of there too. We had some snow yesterday. It just covered the ground a little then melted off again. I’ll bet we have a white Christmas.


            I’m not too far from Kenneth now but it is just a chance in a million that I run into him.

            Say – they have ice cream up here and I intend to have some soon. This country is mostly hills and farming. It is either rain or snow most of the time. They have lots of apple trees too.

            Dad do you remember those freight cars they used to haul 40 men and eight mules, or 40 and 8? Well I know all about those damn things now. Ha.

            I can’t get over the way these people treat us. They wait on you hand and foot. I’ll close for tonight.
Love to all,
Your son,
Max.  

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