September 29, 1945

Munich, Germany

September 29, 1945

Dear Mother & all,

            We are starting another day here. All the boys have gone out to guard prisoners and I am charge of quarters. We get up a quarter to six and eat then the boys leave and don’t get back until late in the evening. It is still raining and cold here.

            I just read a letter from the mother of the boy who was killed last month accidentally. One of her boys had just got back from the South Pacific and discharged and has said she has just taken it for granted that the one over here was safe now that the war was over. I sure feel sorry for her.

            I got two letters from you last night that you had written the same day. I was sure glad to hear from you. I can’t imagine what the heck made Carol cry so when she got my letter. I hope you get this letter before you go and by any basketball shoes and send them to me. I don’t need them now that we live in Munich. I wish I hadn’t of asked you to send the old ones now. I might have known you would go out and buy another pair.

            I don’t see why you and Dad don’t take some time for Lakeside fishing or somewhere. You all need a little trip and rest. I always hear of everybody else doing that but never you.

            Damn I can’t hardly imagine the girls so big. It doesn’t seem like they could change so much in two years.

            Here are some pictures I just got developed. I’ll keep the negatives for a while. I have to close and write to Rosalie and get it out in the mail. I have to take all the mail to the post office this morning. I am sending Rosalie a set of the same pictures.

Love to all,
Your son,
Max