November 22, 1944

France

November 22, 1944

Dear Mother, Dad, & Girls:

            I’m not going to be worth a damn when I get home. I sit in our headquarters shack answering phones and reading Wild West. It isn’t that I do such as that now and then, but it is all the time. The most of the time all the other boys are on hard details hauling gravel or building something when we are in reserve areas. I have been laying around so long that I’m just ruined its worse than the WPA.

            It has rained steady for the last two days steady. It never stops only for a few hours any time. We seldom have a clear day with the sun shining, but we are used to it.

            I guess you will have a big day tomorrow beings it is Thanksgiving? We are going to have a big feed here. Turkey, pie, and all. They got fifteen turkeys in I think.

            I’m having some of that pine gum that you sent a long time ago in August. I’ve got juicy fruit to chew, but I like the pine gum now and then.

            How are you all – well I hope? You’d think I’d have colds being out like I am, but I haven’t hardly had a one since I’ve been over here.

            Say, what about the cow? Are you still milking her? Who does the chores, none of you are ever there. Is Dad still running that county truck?

            I had a letter from one of the boys wives last night – from North Dakota. Spider is their names and he is sure a good kid – he is a jeep driver. He is always taking me some place or hauling something in his jeep for me. His wife is sending me a box of candy.

            I’ve got to answer Mrs. Spider’s letter and write to Rosalie yet so I’ll close for this time.

Love to all,
Your son,
Max.