Tuesday, August 29, 1944

Dearest Gee. Have a few minutes to dash off another line. I’m still okay to date. Haven’t received any mail as yet but maybe there will come a day. The French people are treating us swell. Every time we liberate a town the whole population turns out and it’s like a parade. The wine flowsContinue reading “Tuesday, August 29, 1944”

Friday, August 18, 1944

Dearest Gee. As you undoubtedly know by now, we are somewhere in France. Where, I don’t rightly know myself. I came through okay so far. It was quite a show. I have three or four picture I managed to take. Nothing out of the ordinary. A couple of different batches of prisoners we took andContinue reading “Friday, August 18, 1944”