Major Robert F. Burns

90th Division, U.S. Army

 

War Letters from Europe

Normandy to Germany

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Letters from France

June 22, 1944
June 29, 1944
June 29, 1944 (2nd)
July 6, 1944
July 17, 1944
August 10, 1944
August 14, 1944
August 25, 1944
September 1, 1944
September 2, 1944
September 3, 1944
September 3, 1944 (2nd)
September 14, 1944
September 16, 1944
September 16, 1944 (2nd)
September 17, 1944
September 28, 1944
October 2, 1944
October 14, 1944
October 22, 1944
November 2, 1944
November 12, 1944
November 24, 1944
December 2, 1944
December 27, 1944

Letters from Luxembourg

January 9, 1945
January 16, 1945
January 20, 1945

Letter from Belgium

February 7, 1945

Letters from Germany

February 9, 1945
February 21, 1945
February 23, 1945
February 26, 1945
April 5, 1945
May 5, 1945

Letters from Czechoslovakia

May 10, 1945
May 16, 1945

Letters from Germany

May 19, 1945
May 20, 1945
May 24, 1945
June 3, 1945
June 22, 1945

Letters from France

June 30, 1945
July 3, 1945

Letters from Germany

July 14, 1945
July 27, 1945
July 30, 1945
August 3, 1945
August 14, 1945

Letters from France

August 26, 1945
August 28, 1945
August 29, 1945

Letters from Germany

September 9, 1945
September 11, 1945
September 13, 1945
September 15, 1945
September 17, 1945
September 23, 1945
September 27, 1945
October 1, 1945
October 9, 1945

Letters from France

October 13, 1945
October 15, 1945
October 22, 1945
November 5, 1945
November 17, 1945
November 17, 1945 (2nd)
November 23, 1945
November 30, 1945
December 17, 1945
December 17, 1945 (2nd)
December 18, 1945
December 26, 1945
January 2, 1946

Letters from Belgium

January 14, 1946
January 15, 1946
January 17, 1946
January 17, 1946 (2nd)

Letters from France

January 21, 1946
January 24, 1946

France

December 27, 1944

Dear Mom,

It doesn't seem long since I last wrote but I am horrified to note it is a matter of some weeks.

For a long time I didn't hear from you but after I got back from Paris I found a whole raft of letters as far back as Sept. waiting for me. Since then they have come fairly regularly.

This job doesn't give me much idle time and I've really been on the go since I returned.

Paris was fine and I liked it a lot, but more about that in another letter. This is just to let you know I'm still well, and getting fatter for getting less physical exercise.

I received another Christmas box from you (total two) and one from Pudge, for which thanks. I got the Syrian candy and in this big section it went like a flash. Everyone enjoyed it and I not the least.

Don't worry about getting more peanut butter. We get tons of it regularly.

I got a box of candy and a large fruit cake from Sadie Davis, a rather elderly woman with whom I used to insure my camera in San Francisco. For some reason she took quite a shine to Bud and me and after I left the city she wrote about once a year to ask how I was getting on. But this came out of the clear blue and was quite a surprise. She probably used up all the commissions she earned from my $8 worth of business a year.

Another surprise was a pair of pigskin gloves from Sara Miles who I knew down in Texas. Haven't heard from her for months so I don't know what prompted that.

Christmas was very nice - white for a change. On Christmas Eve some of the men in the G-2 and G-3 sections got together and went around about midnight singing Christmas carols. They sang "Adeste Fidelis," "Silent Night" and all the rest. Most of them are Catholics and knew all the words. It sounded pretty good.

It's really cold these days. Down around 17-20 degrees. But I'm inside most of the time and don't notice it too much. Some time ago the Army issued a wool pull-over sweater with a choke-button collar. It's really fine and warm, by far one of the best items they've issued. It makes everybody look like Yale '06, but it does the trick.

Took an hour and a half off tonight to see my first picture show in months. Can't tell you the name of it for I missed the opening but it seems to have been a thin and vague plot on which Jack Carson and some unfamiliar actress hung a bunch of gags. The show was very crowded and occasionally through the doorway and swinging feet of men sitting on a partition, I caught a glimpse of the screen. But it was a change.

Love,

Bob

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