May 28, 1944

England

May 28, 1944

England

May 28, 1944

 

Dear Mother & all,

            This has sure been a nice Sunday. It has been such a pretty day and hot too. This is the darndest weather over here. One day cold with a heavy frost and the next is hot as the devil. I was off duty today and have been laying around most of the day. This morning early while it was cool, I rode about five miles on my bicycle just looking around. I was down by some lakes. It was sure pretty – lots of wild flowers. There are pike fish in the lake. There were lots of rabbits and gray squirrels. I would like to have my twenty two there to hunt them. I’m going to try to get me some fish hooks when I go to town.

            Some of the guys took two bicycles and put them together like a bicycle built for two. They had the damndest time on it. Someone is always pulling something.

            They had some boxing matches here this afternoon in what we call the Yankee stadium Joe Forins was the referee. The Yankee stadium is just a big field that we play baseball and has a boxing ring on it.

            I got a letter from Rosalie and another one from Kenneth today. Kenneth was in Duncan on a furlough. He didn’t have a partner for the high school prom so Rosalie went with him. The lucky guy. I got a nice letter from Mrs. Whitacker yesterday. She asked me if I would like her to have the copper era sent to me and I told her I would so I guess she will have it sent. She wrote a poem in her letter that sure reminded me of Grandmother Daley. I’ll put it on the back of this. She calls me her little boy friend and she always signs her letter with “one of the girls that kissed you goodbye” ha. I get a kick out of her. Here is her poem.

           

            Where ever you be, on land or on sea,

I’ll shear all your sorrows & care,

and at night when I kneel by my bedside to pray,

            I’ll remember you there in my prayer.

 

            I don’t know why but that poem sure reminded me of Grandma. I’ve got a lot of other letters to write so I’ll stop for now.

 Love to all,

Your son,

Max