Letters from George

August 30, 1945 France

Dear Marian;

I just got a letter from you that you sent the sixth. Yours and one from Sarah went to two other outfits before they found me here. That is the reason it took so long for them to reach me. The mail is coming over pretty fast now.

I'd like to get in touch with Bucky but I don't know his address. If he is anywhere near me I know I can go to see him. When the war was going on we couldn't carry any address books or anything with us. I knew the street numbers of all the sisters but these army addresses are too long to memorize.

That spaghetti, beer, and cookies deal sounds good. I always did go in big for that. You better seal that spaghetti paste up good though because I won't be home for quite a while.

I am really taking life easy now. I don't even get out of bed until eleven O' clock or later. There are only about six of us in this headquarters. There is a Major, a lieutenant, their two drivers me, and another guy. We don't do a darned thing.

Every night we go out either with the jeep or the command car. Which ever one the officers aren't using. There are a bunch of little farm villages not near any army camp. There is either a dance or a wedding going on in one of these towns every night. We hit all of them.

These French people even in the cities dance funny enough but you should see these frogs in these little farming towns. They make a fast spin after every two steps. As long as I'm sober I can strut around at their style pretty good, but after a little wine, or champagne I can't stand all of that spinning. We always have a pretty good time. The big towns are too crowded with soldiers to have a good time there.

Don't think that I don't enjoy reading your letters. I'm always waiting to hear from you, even though I shouldn't expect too many letters because I don't write very often. Write as soon as you can again. I'll be writing more often from now on. Give my regards to Nick and Gary.

Best of Luck Your Brother George