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

June 12, 1945


Staab, Czech

June 12, 1945
Dear Mother & All,

            I just got a letter from you and one from Rosalie and two from Mrs. Whitaker. I got two letters last night from you and Rosalie. It seems like you both write on the same days. It is raining now and has off and on all day.

            I want you to notice that my APO is now 403 and we are now with the third army. We were with the third army once before down in France and we were also with the First army for a while in France too. Being with the third army doesn’t necessarily mean that we will be occupational troops because we can be transferred to an outfit in some other army in no time. We will most likely stay over here for two or three months before we go any place and if we do go to the Pacific, we will most likely come to the state’s first and get new equipment before we go on. I already told you that we are moving this week. We will be just south of Munich, Germany and that will be right in the foothills of the Elps Mountains. They saw that the country is very beautiful there. There should be some real country for hunting there Dad. I will like that. There are a lot of Pheasants here.

            I enjoyed the letters of Ruby and Hazel in your letters last night. Ruby seems to be happy now that she is married doesn’t she.

            I’m glad that you like the things that I sent home. I’m afraid that I can’t send a sword though – they are too long to send through the mail. I have a real nice one and have been carrying it around for some time. I may be able to pick you up a gun somewhere. I’ll keep an eye open for one. No those things didn’t cost me anything. I picked them up on the field and in houses. Of course the boys sell German pistols to one another that they have found or got off prisoners. The German lugar is a nice looking pistol. That silk knitted doily as you call it came out of a German house. I ran across some of the most beautiful table clothes and knitted things like that that I would like to have sent home, but we couldn’t case such as that is considered loot and is against our doings.

            Yes the people over here are getting straightened out a little. There are thousands of people on all the roads all going home. They are mostly all walking with big packs on their backs. Some have bicycles or horses and wagons. Hundreds of our trucks are used to take home the Russian, Polish, etc. slave labor. You will see big convoys of them. I will tell you about the things we did and what all I have seen when I get home. I have got a lot of tales all saved up for when I get there, of course you may not believe them all but what the heck.

            Here in Czechoslovakia, all the Czech. People are allowed to go where they please, but all the German civilians here wear a little yellow band on their left arms and can only be out on the streets certain hours. If they are out any other times than when they are supposed to be they are heavily fined or else hailed by the Czech army and put t hard labor for so long. See there are a lot of Germans that live here, in fact, there are more German civilians here than Czech.

            When I get down there in those Elps foothills, I am going to have the learn how to yodel. Ha. Well I am going to stop and write to Rosalie.
Love to all,
Your Son,
Max

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