July 30, 1944
Dear Mother & all,
I got mail from Kennett in about seven days now. He still
thinks that I’m in England
and is trying to locate me. He should have some of my letters soon. Rosalie
said that she saw you all pass either coming or going off the mountain when
Norman was there. She was up there with a Smith girl just for the day. She said
she had a good time. I was bothered so much last time I tried to write that I’m
sitting on a case of hand grenade this time for security – ha it works too.
I was taking a bath down by an old farm house today and I
found and old French coin. It is a ten Franc piece. It is the first that I’ve
seen. Coin I mean. These people sure seem queer to live right in with their
livestock. Horse, cows and all right in one room of their house. I’ll be glad
when these apples gets ripe – I’m sweating them out now. There isn’t much to
write about today as this will be short. Hope you are all well.
Love to all,
MaxOver – I can’t get any more air-mail letter envelopes, put some in a letter and send them to me.
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