Letters To Home - February 22, 1952

Schweinfurt, Germany
February 22, 1952

The weather is quite a bit warmer now than it was a few weeks ago. Most of the snow is gone, and it's raining today.

We came in from three days of maneuvers on Wednesday evening. The maneuvers weren't bad at all; started out at Munnerstadt, then to Wurzburg, and finished up at Karlstadt. You can follow our travels on the German road map I sent.

We slept out in snow drifts every night, but it wasn't cold at all. I think the Eskimos have something. Snow can keep you warm if you put enough under you, I guess.

We ran out of rations the second day out. So, one of the cooks took his carbine, walked back into the woods and found a small deer. The city guys claim it's the best beef they've ever eaten. We had all the meat we wanted to eat, and everyone pitched in.

My leave starts on the 10th of March, and Joe and I are going to Munich to start, then maybe to Garmisch for a few days. We'll probably go to Regensburg for a day, since Joe has a friend from home stationed in the 43rd there. We'll finish up at Frankfurt.

The mail is getting held up somewhere along the line lately. I got seven papers last night, but have had only two letters since we came back from Baumholder. Probably because of all the snow we had last week. The weather department says it was the worst snowfall in over 30 years.

This is Washington's Birthday, so we have it off. Tomorrow, we have to remove all the whitewash from the guns and jeeps, which should be fun. Today I want to get some of my things straightened out, including the enlistment thing. I'm having second thoughts about that, but will tell you about it later.

Almost time to eat, and we're having cherry pie with vanilla ice cream, along with other things, of course. Write soon, please.