Dearest Mom and All:
Well, I finally got out of England -- and boy, am I ever glad of it, too. Of course over here we do not get to go to town or anything like that, but I'm getting closer to home.
The worst thing for me, as well as the rest of the boys is that we can't understand the French language.
There sure are some sights over here caused by the invasion. The boys surely fought hard and are still fighting hard. We are having lovely weather here. The sun is so nice and hot - just like back home. So much better than England. We have been living on C and K rations but they aren't so bad. They fill you up and I guess that the main object.
The fireworks are sure pretty over here and this is one time when I'm glad I got a back seat from them. We had a nice boat trip across the channel. I never knew there was so much water between France and England. I know now why the older men called this country a battleground - there are fox holes all over, which showed they took it little by little. I don't think it will be long before I can come home. I mean in a year or so. Just think, Mom, it has already been a year since I've been home, but it doesn't seem that long, does it?
We had another party before we left England. It was the last party and will be a long time I suppose, before we have another unless we can find a cave full of drinks like some Yanks did.
Boy, a guy would lose track of time if he didn't write, because every day is the same over here.
Oh, yes, the first night in France we pitched our tents in a field, and about that time here comes an old French lady and her husband with the milk cans and they milked their cows right out in the pasture without tieing them up and no shed. They sold milk to us for five francs a pint, or ten cents. That's something I can say I never had in the ten months I spent in England.
The money is a lot more simple over here than the Limy money. And it's good to see them drive on the right side of the road again.
Well, mother, I set pretty good for the present, but don't know how long it will last. We haven't reached our destination yet, but I'll write again as soon as we do and get settled. We now have our fox holes dug with our pup tents over them.
I've got two little French kids sitting here at the table with me. They are just jabbering away and I can't understand what they are saying. They sure are hard to keep away from white bread - they call it cake or in French "Bon". All they ever have is long black loaves like daggo bread.
All I need now is some writing paper with lines. We get about everything else we need free -- a cartoon of cigarettes, 10 candy bars, 2 packs of gum, matches, soap, razor blades, tooth powder, tooth brushes and shaving cream.
Hoping to hear from you soon. Tell all the folks to write.
This January 4, 1945, Lowell Tribune article was found on page 1, column 4:
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