France
September 9, 1944
Dear Mother and all,
The mail just came in and I had one letter and it was
from Rosalie and was glad to hear form her as usual. The sun came out real warm
this evening so I rounded up some guys and we went swimming. The water was like
ice but we had a heck of a lot of fun throwing each other in. We had another
picture who again today. That is the second one this week besides a U.S.O.
show. They are getting unusually good to us for some reason. It seems funny for
all the men to come in single fine with their guns and all to the show.
Wouldn’t that look funny back home?
We had a big chicken supper tonight – it sure hit the
spot. You could really show them a thing or two about cooking it though.
How are they kids doing in school? And you at Penny’s?
They’ll be picking cotton their soon I guess. I get quite a kick talking to
these Frenchmen. Of all the motions you both go through to make the other
understand. It seems as though, Dad, that you boys left a bad reputation here
in the last war. I’ve got to write Rosalie.
Love to all,
Max
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