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

November 8, 1944


France

November 8, 1944
Dear Mother, Dad, and Girls,

            Haven’t been doing much the last couple of days except looking for dry places. Ha. Just like you used to do when we used to irrigate at night Dad. We have one pretty day and it rains the next ten. You’d be surprised how much we love those little pup tents in this kind of weather. When anybody is looking for me they just look for the tent with two feet sticking out. The damn things are nearly too short.

            We have a canvas top on our headquarters half-track or personal carrier they call it. I spend most my time sitting in there reading and listening to the radio. I have the “Gay Nineties,” program on now. When we are out I sit there all the time operating my radios. I have four different ones. At least my job is in out of the mud and is dry. When any the boys come in they always come to me for the news of all kinds – war news and any other thing they want to know of that has happened in the outfit cause you know everybody’s business. Now in this area for instance, we are using telephones and all I have to do is sit around here and answer mine. In England in the place we were so long – “Reading” – I worked a telephone switchboard on airbase. That’s where I got to ride so much on the planes.’          

            I have been reading those Wild West magazines, all day, that you sent. How are you all at home? I should get letters from you and Rosalie tonight. I had two from Rosalie day before yesterday. Did your leg get alright where that engine fell on it Dad? Hope you get a deer. I may get to go deer hunting over here. Some boys killed two in a forest nearby.
Love to all
Your son,
Max

P.S. – I just noticed that you said the kids had sent me some stationary..the envelopes were not air-mail better send some stamps in a letter.

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