Late in the war
These Germans are funny. All of them hate Hitler, and never had anything to do with him, and are glad to see us, etc., etc. Then we search their houses, and drag uniforms, pictures of Hitler, charter membership cards to the Nazi party, and everything else out. What a bunch of cheerful liars.
Mom, It is Mother’s Day one of these Sundays, so this is in place of a card... The news sounds good, and it will soon be over and finished. Don’t worry about me, as I will be OK. Got your letter of the 15th today. You sounded quite worried. Sometimes I think you at home have a worse time than we do. You worry at times when we are perfectly safe. However, there has been a time or two when I bet you weren’t as worried has you should have been. One night in October I knew I was going within 5 minutes. We were completely overrun by Tiger Tanks in an open field with no holes, and I was past being scared. I was mad. I said to myself, “I’m going to take as many of these rats with me as I can, because they’re going to hurt my Mom when she gets that telegram.” That’s what I think of my Mom.
I would like to go home before the Pacific but I don’t know, and rather doubt that I will get to. If I have a chance I will take the Army of Occupation for a while instead of the Pacific...
(Note: He was in the Army of Occupation and stayed in
Europe for several months after the war.)
Incidentally, when we crossed the
our mission was to reach and cut the superhighway (Division objective). It was 6 miles from the Rhine. I was one of two Lts. in the platoon and our
platoon was the first one in the 9th Army to cross the highway, and this bird
was the 3rd man across. (The other Lt.
and one scout could run faster.).
It hasn’t been announced to the world yet, but we ceased firing this afternoon, and the lights will shine out windows all over
Europe tonite, and no bombs or shells
will come. I am OK and the season on us
is closed, so I can really say, “Don’t worry!”
The Captain has a bottle of ancient cognac he has been saving for a log
time, so “So long...”