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Jan. 14, 1946: Last Letter From Lechfeld

 

January 14, 1946 EnvelopeLechfeld, Germany

Jan. 14, 1946

Dear Mom & Dad,

Will see if I can’t get another letter written this morning. Two of your letters finally sneaked through somehow. Course they were old ones. One was written the 25th of Nov. and the other the 10th of Dec. At that rate there must be at least 15 more on there way, or else floating around the continent somewhere.

This will be the last one you’ll get from me here for a little while. I was suppose to fly down to Africa, (Tripoli), yesterday. Have been held up for the last two days now on account of weather. The strange part of it all is that I’m flying as 1st pilot. From all I can find out, it was just a matter of the operations officer picking the lesser of two evils. He doesn’t like neither myself nor the guy that’s flying CP for me, and of course that feeling is mutual. He’s given both of us a raw deal or two and seemingly we haven’t been backward about telling him what we thought of him for it.January 14, 1946 Page 1 Continue reading

Dec. 29, 1945: Flew Over Munich, Augsburg and Dachau

December 29, 1945 EnvelopeDec. 29, 1945

Lechfeld, Germany

Dear Mom & Dad,

Will see if I can’t get a letter, or at least a resemblance to one, written tonite. From what I’ve been hearing, they aren’t going through anyway. They darn sure aren’t coming this way, that I know.

Guess I’ll be living alone in this room pretty soon. The rest of the boys are going down to Africa. I’ll probably go down there sooner or later. Don’t know what the heck I’ll do then (when they go), can’t find enough to do as it is.Dec. 29, 1945 Page 1 Continue reading

Dec. 24, 1945: Thankful We Are Alive

Dec. 24, 1945 EnvelopeDec. 24, 1945

Lechfeld, Germany

Dear Mom & Dad,

Just want to write a short note on this X-mas Eve. I havne’t mailed the letter I wrote last nite as yet, so these will probably arrive there together.

There’s Mout & I left here now, both writing letters. The rest of the guys are either getting drunk, or the Catholics some of them anyway, have gone to church. I don’t guess it’s too Merry a X-mas for any of the boys here.December 24, 1945 Page 1

Course the radio is playing all the x-mas carols. They make up the most beautiful music in the world, I believe. Its too bad there has to be so many unhappy people listening to them tonite. Even so, it’s a lot merrier x-mas for most people, than those of the last few year have been.

Just got through eating popcorn a few minutes ago. Guess that made me feel about as good as anything could tonite. There’s one above all that we can be very thankful for. We’re all very much alive & likely will be together for the next one. As Merry a x-mas as is possible.

Worlds of love,

Dick

 

Dec. 23, 1945: Drunken Civilians

Dec. 23, 1945 EnvelopeDec. 23, 1945

Lechfeld, Germany

Dear Mom & Dad,

Just another note. Got three letters from you today. Those of the 8th, 12th, & 13th. The one of the 13th remember, was written after you got the letter saying there was possibilities of my having to even sweat out next x-mas over here. You sounded a little bitter in that letter Mom. Tch! Tch! Wheres your morale. Shouldn’t let it get you down.

Will glance through the letters now & answer all questions. Was glad to hear that Johnnie was ok’d to get his first. Knew he would be. You’d better tell him not to wait till I get there though, if he wants to get it sometime within the next few years.

Got a big bang out of the way Sis messed up on the picking out of x-mas presents. Sounds just like her.December 23, 1945 Page 1 Continue reading

Dec. 21, 1945: This Field Really Battered

December 21, 1945 Envelope

Dec. 21, 1945

Lechfeld, Germany

Dear Mom & Dad,

Reckon I’d better drop a note tonite. Feel kinda tired but think I’ll manage to keep my eyes open long enough to write a couple of pages.

Got down here the 19th. Spent yesterday unpacking & straightening things in general. All of us have a nice big wall locker so it wasn’t too much of a job.

The four of us are still together in the same room, that is Mout, Stan, Bob & myself. We don’t have as much room as we did at St. Trond, but its not too bad.December 21, 1945 Page 1 Continue reading