Letter 202- June 15, 1945

June 15, 1945
(Nürtingen, Germany)

Dear Mudder and Dad,

Greetings and Salutations!

I’m writing you this letter thru the courtesy of the Nationalsozialislischer Lehrerbund—whatever that may be and I don’t give a good goddam. I think it’s a teacher association. One doesn’t have to be very intelligent to be a teacher over here—just follow the daily instructions—Adolf Hitler is our savior, Adolf Hitler is God! That is repeated to the little adolescent idiots 3472 times a day, thus producing in merely 10 short years a race of master morons. (Tenno heizo Bautzai) I’m learning Japanese.

I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to write in the last few days but as you can see we’ve been moving. Tomorrow I’m moving again back to Göppinger, but only for a few days. Nürtigen is a somewhat smaller, older town than Göppinger with some rather old buildings and part of what I believe is an old town wall. In the distance can be seen two very forbidding looking medieval castles or “Schloss” as they are called hereabouts. We’re living in an old school building.

As I’ve written before things are not happening very fast these days. Mostly it’s a matter of training and guard.

Oh, oh! Someone just brought in some Cognac. Excuse me. One doesn’t get much of a drink when the entire squad is battling over the bottle. Just as well, I suppose.

Bitche is correctly pronounced just what you think. (Bad English but pointed) When they try to clean it up they ain’t calling it by its correct name and believe me it was a “bitch”.

In several letters you’ve mentioned O.C.S. Well I don’t know about it. I know that I’ll never get very far in this outfit—too many non-coms anyway, but O.C.S. means automatic transfer to the Pacific while there is a good chance of occupation for this outfit.

I thought the Alumni Dinner card was rather cute considering.

I’ve got lots more to write but I’ll give it to you tomorrow.

Best Love,
Bill