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 28, 1944


France

Sept 28, 1944
Dear Mother, Dad & Girls,

            It’s just like me to wait until dark to start writing, but even the thought of it all day has sent cold chills up and down my back, so I put it off as long as possible – now I have to use a flash light.

            We got in more equipment yesterday – horse shoes, volleyball and net, and boxing gloves. So now we have a whole park full of things to play. I’m tired tonight to cause we have been at it all day – just taking time off long enough to eat. We have been in our rest camp for twelve days now and I don’t know how long we’ll be here yet - - but we are sure living while we are here.

            I noticed that a hundred pounds of turkey came in to day. I don’t know why, nothing special that I know of. The cooks are making apple pie too, so we will really founder tomorrow. We have been having chicken right along too.

            If I can ever find a box big enough for those damned wooden shoes, I’ll send them. I would hate to lug them with me until I got back.

            Tomorrow I have just got to twist my arm until I get myself to washing some clothes or I’ll rot sure. I’ve got to rattle off a line to the little woman.

Love to all,
your son –
Max

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