Letters To Home - March 6, 1952

Schweinfurt, Germany
March 6, 1952

The weather has turned quite a bit colder again after a beautiful week. On Monday it was almost too hot. Today it started to snow a bit, but has cleared up again. Maybe we'll have another good week-end.

Since yesterday afternoon I haven't been doing much of anything. My trick knee went bad on me while we were playing soft ball, and has swelled up about three times its normal size. Frank, our battery clerk, is taking a 3-day pass to Paris, starting tonight, so I've been breaking in on his job so I can do it while he's gone. It isn't too hard after you get all the rules and regularions down pat. Quite a lot of book-keeping and typing, and keeping track of who is available for duty and who is not. I should be able to enjoy myself for the next two or three days, and then start my leave with Joe on Sunday morning. My knee is still swollen, but it isn't huring so much and isn't quite as stiff as it was.

The whole battery had its picture taken about a month ago, and we got the results the other day. I'll be sending them home in a few weeks.

The movies here have been pretty dull for me for about the past two weeks, mainly because I had seen most of them while at Dachau.

When the weather gets a little warmer we'll be starting border patrol again. Good deal, because I surely do like the field much more than garrison life. Being out on patrol is a very good life.

Going to give my knee a rest, under orders, so I'll close now. I'll keep you posted on everything. Please write soon.