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.

Friday, June 6, 2014

March 22, 1944


Camp Claiborne, Louisiana

March 22, 1944

 Dear Mother and all,

            I got a nice sewing kit and pen from Aunt Seva and Uncle Frank today. I guess it was meant for my birthday. I wish you would thank her for me next time you see her cause I probably won’t be able to write her for a while.

            I sent a package of junk home today. I don’t want to lug it along with me. I guess this will be the last letter that you will get from me for a while Mama. I’ll keep writing but the letters won’t be mailed until after we leave here. You will probably get all my letters in one day. You keep writing Mama and I’ll get your letters. You will get another one of those cards with my change of address on it.

            We have been working like the devil the last three days getting things ready to move. This damned army will let you loaf for weeks then make you rush the last minute to get things ready to go. They say there is a right way and an army way of doing things and they want things done the army way of course.

            I was on guard last night and it just rained cats and dogs. I didn’t get wet though. I see why they pay corporals $16 dollars more a month now – they damn well earn it on extra details. Ha.

            I hope I get some letters from you and Rosalie at this mail call, I didn’t get any today at noon or yesterday at all.
            Oh yes, I got that bracelet and it is just right. Thanks a lot, I like it.

            How is everything at home and are you all well? I hope so. I have got to write Rosalie just a line since I can’t write anymore for a while.

            Mama I don’t want you and Dad to worry about me at all cause I’m going to be alright and I’ll write lots where ever I go and let you know how I’m doing.

            I’m sorry that I didn’t get to go visit the Cilutats while I was so close to them, but I didn’t ever get a chance. I’ll have to write her a short letter and tell her why I couldn’t come. She was coming down here to see me the first of April I think. Bye.

 Love to all,

Your son,
Max

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