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

September 17, 1944


France

Sept. 17, 1944
Dear Mother & all,

            I started to answer your letter last night just after I got it but I had just finished playing a game of baseball and was all hot and bothered so I decided to wait until today. By the way, our side lost the game but we’ll do a little better tonight I think. We are in a rest came for a few days and are taking life easy.

            I was talking to a kid yesterday that had been up in some forest eighty miles or so from here. He said there were a lot of deer there and that they hunted them every day. They had killed a few. Boy I’d like to go up there for a while.

            It is sure a pretty place to camp here – just like a park. Grass everywhere just like a lawn and a nice lake to swim in. There are swings for kids and a tennis court too.

            No, you were way wrong about the River. I went swimming in a small one. The news gets better every day. I read in the paper where there were still Germans at D. Nsxsitr. I’ll be glad when they are wiped out.

            I wonder what they are waiting for to make that settlement with you Dad? They are probably trying to forget the mother.

            I’m behind on my writing. I’ve got to write Kenneth, Mrs. Whitaker, and Rosalie yet. Kenneth nearly always puts one or two air mail stamps in his letters for me to use. I heard from him yesterday. He writes at least once a week to me.

            Here is a little thing that nearly all the French girls wear. French coins are in the inside. A French girl pined it on my shirt last week and I’ve got it dirty wearing it. It looks like rain and I’ve got to gather in my clothes.

Love to all,
your son.
Max

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