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Another week end has passed and we were on the move again. It seems every Sunday is moving day any more, we move practically every day but Sundays trips are usually much longer. It is now 11:30 PM and I should have written earlier but got into a bridge game and of course you know my failing. However, I decided to write any how as I have been thinking of you all day and wondering what you were doing. I went to church this morning the first for quite some time. It so happened we stopped in a town where our chaplain was holding service so stayed long enough for us to attend. We left early this AM without breakfast and at noon we had “C” rations so we were plenty hungry when we finally arrived at our destination. Some of the boys rounded up several eggs, got some bread, butter and coffee from the kitchen, opened up a jar of jam here at this house and we had quite a feast of fried eggs I ate five so you can imagine how hungry I was.
I received four letters from you tonite the latest being April 12th so that made me very happy. Evidently my mail isn’t coming thru too good again so I havn’t missed too many days writing you. Suppose they will arrive in a group again.
The weather here has been very disagreeable
today, it rained last night and turned very
cool today with a high wind. Have also had
Well I suppose Otto’s furlough is over by now and he is back or on his way. It seems almost like a few days out of jail and then you go back to serve another six months. Honey I think I know what you mean when you say pangs of lonesomeness as I have had the same feeling several times. So often I awaken during the night and lay there thinking of you but I guess the only thing we can do is hope it all ends soon.
One of your letters I received today was the one written in Lincoln. You mentioned the stove, I received that quite some time ago when we were in Dahn so gave it to him there. He was very glad to get it. I still have several coffee balls left and as don’t need those too often now think they will last for a while. You also stated you saw where the 42nd was around Wurzburg. That was the town where the 88’s dropped around our house that I wrote you about previously. The Germans put up quite a lot of resistance there and the entire city was an underground of tunnels and cellars.
Apparently food is getting more and more scarce in the states when there is a shortage in the middle west. I’ll bet the gang in Lincoln really miss going to the Lone Oak and especially now with so many other places closed.
Well darling it is now after midnight so think I better close and turn in. Will be dreaming of you tho. Bye for now.