France
July 26, 1944
Dear Mother, Dad, and
Girls,
I’m glad the allotment came through alright and not too
late. I wished you wouldn’t take advantage of the distance between us and save
money for me. Don’t do me any good to talk, but if I was there, I’d beat the
hell out of the lot of ya. There are so damn many things that I know you could
do with it to get things fixed and going smoothly again.
That is too bad about Artis Beal but lots of the fellows
are in the same boat. He is lucky to have got maimed and get the good job.
Man hogs are sure high. It is a crime to think we haven’t
got a hundred of them to sell. We seem to always have tight things at the wrong
time and vice versa.
Yes I always get the Duncan gossip from a girls stand
point. What little Rosalie Misse, Mrs. Whitaker puts in.
Yes I wish I could tell you more n my letters, but what
you don’t know won’t hurt you. Too bad that I didn’t know that you wanted an
English newspaper or I would have sent you one. They aren’t anything I mean as
good as ours. They are small – usually about the size of the Copper Era. I have
one souvenir that I picked up the other day so I’ll naturally give it to you and
will get Rosalie one soon. It is a German insignia off his cap. The German was
most likely a high graded private or as we way – private first class. The
insignia indicates that he was part of mountain troops. There are several other
souvenirs that I would like to send you but can’t. I saw the prettiest wine
pitcher today. It had beautiful designs on the outside and held a quart.
Well I must stop. I want to write Kenneth and Rosalie
yet.
Love to all
Your son,Max
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