This episode focuses on World War 2 correspondence from a U.S. Army Captain in Germany to his wife in Michigan.  

Word was flashed back by radio that Lt Douglas, Lt Haas, and the 1/4 ton driver, Pfc Devine, had been seriously wounded by some as yet undetermined type of enemy weapon or grenade which had burst in the middle of the vehicle.  

Honey this is just one of those days when I can’t seem to write.  All I can think about is you.  Not writing.  But how you look, how it would seem to hold you, kiss you, how you walk, talk and even what you would look like asleep.  I’d do anything to be with you.

This episode revolves around World War 2 correspondence from a U.S. Army Captain in Germany to his wife in Michigan. 

Lt. Col Milner went over the subject of non-fraternization, and looting, and explained the Div Commanders policy in this matter.  

You remember me telling you I found a hotel basement with all kinds of liquor in it.  Well Milner gave me the okay to get some for the men.  I got one bottle per man and gave it out yesterday.  Well last night all hell broke loose.

I’m still in my old spot.  The house with hot & cold running water and my very soft bed.  If I stay here very much longer I’m going to become a civilian.

This episode consists of World War 2 letters from an U.S. Army Captain in Germany to his wife in Michigan.  

During the next few days spring-like weather arrived, giving a lift to morale and an opportunity for personal and vehicular maintenance.  

You know the size of your living room that you have.  Well that was about 1/15 the size of the basement.  In this basement there was nothing but bottled liquor.  Brandy, liquor, French, Italian and German, Champagne and etc… I never saw so much.  If I had $1.00 a bottle I would be rich for life.  Well a sergeant and I had a bottle of champagne and I brought home two quarts of brandy.  Stump is out tonight to get some.  He took three jeeps so lord knows how much he will get.  I sure hope the men don’t find it.  If they do, I’ll have nothing but trouble on my hands for some time.

This episode consists of World War 2 correspondence from a U.S. Army Captain in Germany to his wife in Michigan. 

During the night of 10-11 March, the Bn passed another important milestone in its career when the 100,000 round fired since the Battalion was committed to tacton on the continent was sent on its way over the Rhine River.  

Betty what did I say to mom about her meeting me when I came home?  I don’t remember telling her anything.  I have already told you that we are going to meet each other and be with each other a while before we face the mob.  Please tell me what I have said that makes you feel different.

This episode consists of details from the World War 2 correspondence of a U.S. Army Captain in Germany to his wife in Michigan. 

The battalion crossed the Roer River which had proved such a stubborn obstacle in the path of at least two allied armies in their push to the Rhine Valley although its size was not indicative of its will to resist.

"This is the way I feel now.  Milner gives me orders.  I see these orders are executed to the best of my ability.  How I go about executing these orders is nobody’s business but my own.  If I am wrong - okay they can do what they want.  If I’m right - you know the army.  In other words what I say or tell anyone to do in execution of any order that is the way it is to be done - right or wrong - No honey I’m not tryin on getting tough.  I have to be that way so I know just what is being done.  If I step on someone's toes it's just too bad - I’m sorry but that is the way it has to be."

This episode of the podcast focuses on the World War 2 letters of a U.S. Army Captain in Germany, late spring 1945.

"As the month ended, our vehicular and personal maintenance was nearly one hundred percent and we were ready for the next push."  

"Now to tell you the story of my jeep.  We were in a small town named Steinbeck which is between Malmady and St Vith.  I was looking for a place to set up in.  What I wanted was a basement because of the artillery fire.  Well I just got in the house and the shell came in.  I didn’t think anything about it so continued to look around.  When I came out my jeep was burning.  I lost everything I had in the rear of the jeep."

World War 2 letters from a U.S. Army Captain in Europe to his wife in Michigan.

The 23rd saw the opening of the large-scale 1st and 9th Army attack across the Roer in the sector to our north.  Our own immediate front remained quiet with only a limited number of harassing mission being fired.  

I am here and with this much difference in space the only thing that can hold us together is our love and faith in one another.  This I should never doubt and surely by this time you know my love in you.  I surely hope & pray darling that I will never do anything to make you ever lose faith or love with me.  You are all that I really have.  What good would anything that I now have be without you?  Nothing.

World War 2 Letters from U.S. Army Captain in Europe to his wife in Michigan.  

The almost continuous rain and damp in combination with a spring thaw had played havoc with the little country roads and if we were to keep our supply lines open it was imperative that the heavy M-7's be kept off their rutted, boggy remnants.

Everything is the same.  Shirley becomes almost unbearable at times.  He always talks about what he would do.  And he always wants something.  And he knows damn well you can’t get it for him.

The weather has gone haywire again.  Wind & mud that is all you can see.  Sure wish it would freeze or dry up.  There isn’t a thing you can do in this kind of weather.

World War 2 letters from a U.S. Army Captain in Europe to his wife in Michigan.

The night firing continued, 1961 rds being the total.  The week had accounted for a greater ammunition expenditure than at any time since the battalion had first landed in France.  There was no retaliatory fire from the enemy.  

I sure hope this is the last drive.  The paper rumored peace terms today.  I hope the Germans accept them.

Now I say something and expect to have it done without a single question asked.  I know they think I’m queer, but Janey you just can’t tell them why all the time so I just stop explaining anything I do.  This way I’m having my own way with the battery and it sure seems good.  The men also know who is boss around here.

World War 2 letters from a U.S. Army Captain in Belgium to his wife in Michigan.  

The battalion remained comfortable billeted in homes on the outskirts of Verviers.  The weather was warm and the snow that had covered all the countryside rapidly disappeared.  

I could think of a dozen different ways to spend the afternoon if I was home.  I believe that best would be laying in the middle of the living room floor, keeping warm.  And for sure I bet you wouldn’t be there with me.  You would get yourself rolled up in a chair knitting or reading, and probably listening to the radio also.  Just the same I’ll be damn glad when all that can happen.