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.

Monday, June 16, 2014

November 30, 1945


Camp Chicago, France

November 30, 1945

Dear Mother & all,

            I had begun to wonder if we were ever going to get out of Germany. Just as we started to leave to come down here – our orders changed at the last minute and we were delayed for ten more days or else we would have been on the boat now. Boy it was snowing like the devil the night we left Nuremburg. Every time the train stopped, we would jump out and throw snow balls at the German civilians. It wasn’t too bad coming down in those box cars this time (40 & 8’s) cause we put stoves in them and built bunks just before we left. Guess we would have froze if we hadn’t. Anyway it wasn’t bad coming down and we had a lot of fun. These French would buy the shirt off your back if you’d sell it to them. It seems funny getting back into France. We could all speak the German language pretty well when we left and have forgotten most of our French. We didn’t have much time to learn to speak the French when the war was on. Come to think of it, we were in Germany a year – liking a week.

            This is a big camp here – mostly all tents. It is fixed up something like the camps back home and isn’t so bad. We have stoves and cots in our tents. It isn’t as cold here as where we were back in German, but cold enough. It was foggy when we came to France and that was when we left and guess it always will be. There are big recreation buildings and theaters here and even places to buy ice cream, candy, cakes, etc. The prices are just a might on the high side though. The ice cream is 48 cents a dish and it is about like sherbet but we think it is pretty good. The cakes are good too. They are fountain cokes – 16 cents a glass and damn little ones at that. Oh well we can stand most anything now - - even this damn guard. Guess you know how rough that is one a cold night Dad? Well I am guard now but I wouldn’t stay out in the cold for the general himself. I decided it was a good time to write letters. It is after twelve now so it is December 1st. This is my last relief. I pulled my last two hours guard in the kitchen eating pork chops with the cooks – we are old buddies – the cooks are me. For good I think from the looks of me. At one time just about the time the war ended I was down to 191 pounds but now I weigh 230. Do you think Rosalie will still have me?

            It isn’t certain how long we will be here yet. We are supposed to sail sometime between the 8th and the fifteenth of December but you can’t never tell. We won’t be home by Christmas but we are all planning on being there by New Year’s so that won’t be so bad. I think I will be discharged at Ft. Bliss, Texas there at El Paso. That won’t be bad. If it isn’t there it will be at Ft. McArthur, California. We won’t be here very long cause they usually shoot the troops out of here pretty quick.

            Mama get Rosalie a Christmas present for me cause I’ll be too late. I just wrote to her. I won’t write anymore letters to either of you after this one. I am swearing off writing. Darn I got a shot today and my arms is sore. Don’t think I have many more left, they have shot me for everything in the books. Ha.

            Don’t feel bad cause I’m not there for Christmas cause I’ll be happy as you if I’m on my way. I’ll just wait and wish you all a happy Christmas when I get there. Hope you are all well.
Love to all,
Your son,
Max

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