Sept, 24, 1944
Dear Mother & all:
I’m still taking life easy here in the rest camp. You
would think this Frenchman’s estate was a summer resort of some kind if you
could see it. Some are laying out in the sun on blankets reading, some are
playing tennis and baseball, others are over by the lake fishing and in for a
swim. Your certainly wouldn’t think a war was on – everything is so peaceful.
I guess you all get tired of me asking how you all are
and how things are - - well ha – it takes up that much letter space and makes
it look bigger when you don’t know what to write. I hope you are all doing fine
any way. How are the girls doing in school and do they like it?
I was to town of pass yesterday for two or three hours.
The town was bigger than Safford – wish I could tell you all about it. I have
some pictures of it that I bought though. I got you a pair of wooden shoes too
– wish you had the darn things. I think I can mail them to you – I’ll try.
I’ll be glad when I get a camera there are so many things
that I’d like to take pictures of and bring back. I’ve got a lot of other
letters to write.
Love to all,
your son,
Max
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