March 14, 1946
Dear Mudder and Dad,
Well, you see where I’m now stationed. We came down here yesterday from Giessen and I’m certainly surprised in the difference between Giessen and Heidenheim. Things are tough up there but here you’d never know that there even was a war. No bomb damage (there’s an American owned munitions plant here), plenty of food in the shop windows, clothing—everything. I can see now why the people up there are bitter about these people—“Catholic scum” they call them. That’s an example of their intolerance, but these people here are very pro—American, now claiming that they are good Catholics and that they never liked Hitler, etc. (the usual line). Up north they at least admitted that they were Nazis.
Anyway this has all come about very suddenly. In four days we are supposed to leave for the port, which means that within 15 days we should be aboard a ship—that my friends, is fast moving—very fast. Generally it takes about a month in the pipeline but I may be in it less than half that time.
I probably won’t have much time to write for the next couple of weeks so don’t expect much mail. In fact, I may not be able to send more than a couple of letters before I get home. I won’t make any promises, but that’s the story.
I hope you’ll excuse my poor penmanship but this is the first letter I’ve written by hand in a long time.
That about does it for tonight. If you want to find Heidenheim on the map, it’s in the Schwabish Alps east of Goppingen.