September 13, 1944
Dear Mother & all:How is everything at home? I guess you are pretty busy around home. Dad, since the girls are in school and Mama working. Deer season will be coming around pretty soon. Are you going this year Dad? I’m going to try to bring home a good deer hunting rifle with me. One that you can’t miss with. And when we make our bed on the ground up there in the hills, I’ll be perfectly at home. Ha.
I just finished doing a big washing that I’ve let pile up
on me. You should see my pretty white soft hands. I’d have a whole handful of
blisters if I drove in a few screws with a screw driver now Dad. Ha. Damn I’ll
be glad to get back to some good work and get a few calluses on my hands and
off my fanny.
The latest song out among us boys is – “Hello Broadway
the hell with France .”
Not a bad idea. Won’t be long now. I’ll write a little more when I’m on duty
tonight and write to Rosalie then too.
It is 12:30 P.M. and I’m on duty. The kid I sleep with is
a very sound sleeper. This morning I called him twice for breakfast and he
didn’t get up so I just let him sleep and go hungry. So about ten o’clock he
wakes up starving and starts cursing cause I didn’t wake him up. Tonight before
he wasn’t to sleep he says “Blazzard be damned sure you get me up for breakfast
in the morning, but please don’t pull the covers off me – so quick – wake me
gentle like. I’m going to drag him right out of the tent in the morning and if
he says a word outside of good morning, Damned if I don’t drowned him with a
cup of water.
I got a book I’m reading “How Green Is My Valley. “ Well
I’ve got to write to Rosalie then I’ll read – the time passes quicker.
Love to all,Your son,
Max
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