October 11, 1944
Dear Mother, Dad, &
Girls:It is raining again today. I guess it rains a lot here in the winter time. I shouldn’t worry though as long as we stay near these German buildings by a fire.
I was in town yesterday and had a good hot bath. The
people were having some kind of a celebration. There was a small carnival in
town and two or three hundred pigs in small pens for sale right in the main
street of town. There had a lot of milk cows and young oxen for sale too. The
town was just packed with people. The people ran their drain pipes out on the
streets in town and have their toilet on the sidewalks too. So along with that
and all the stock in the middle of town, there was a hell of a stink. These
people don’t know the meaning of sanitization.
I was in a little café and noticed some old post cards of
the last war. Do they remind you of anything Dad? From what I find out, you
guys weren’t no little angels when you were over here.
I just did a small washing and rigged me up a clothes
line inside so they would dry. Deer season will be starting soon. I’d sure like
to go with you this season Dad. If I did, we would both have to have horses I’m
afraid. Just walking to town yesterday put me to puffing like grandma used to.
Boy I’m really soft. You’d be surprised what sitting around just eating and
sleeping will do to you.
There have been two French boys hanging around here the
last few days. I was in the kitchen a while ago and noticed that the cook had
put them to work peeling spuds, they seemed to like it and was doing alright.
How are you all at home? Are you still working Mama? I’ll
bet you are over-doing yourself. I have been getting mail but I haven’t heard
form you in a while. Your last letter was dated the 7th of
September. I had a letter last night from Wilma Jackson, and ole school pal.
She is a cadet nurse in Phoenix
Love to all,
Your son,
Max.
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