MUD in Germany 1944
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Somewhere in France
As you can see, writing is now a major problem for all of us; mainly because our muddy old outdoor life just doesn’t give us a chance. Along with a few million other G.I.s I am now qualified to write an opus on mud, its mental and physical effects. I am out of it for a spell now, so I’ll let you know that I still love you and am thinking of you as always. Have all the faith in the world in that, even if I do not write, Hon. Your letters come thru intermittently and are received with great shouting and rejoicing.
The “Stars and Stripes” tells me there is a shortage of cigarettes in the states, but if it’s any comfort to you, we men over here are getting plenty. We had been short, but now they heap them on to us. They are giving me bad habits—presenting me with more than I have ever used before, and what can I do but smoke them? Send my love to all, Hon, after you have taken what you want.