B-134028
Rfn. Harber T.L.
1st. Batt. Q.O.R. of C.
A. Coy
July 7/44

Dear Mary and Marie,–

Here I am at last girls finally getting around to dropping you a few lines. Girls from you I have gotten up to date 7 airmail forms and a parcel the day before yesterday. I can't begin to tell you how glad I was to get it. Six of us in our section really enjoyed every thing that was eatable in it.

Oh yes the washcloth certainly was quite the thing. You girls must be psychic, because at the time, and still am living in the bottom of a slit trench in the front lines. The trench as you can imagine isn't any too clean. That is why I had to laugh when I saw the washcloth in the parcel, but eventually it will come in handy. Yes Marie we do dig our own slit trenches. They serve as protection against enemy mortar and small arms fire as well as artillery fire. I also had to laugh when you asked if we dug our own trenches. (Pardon me.)

Marie you can tell Morgan’s sister that she has no need to worry over Johnny because it was a wound in the forearm caused by mortar. He was sent to a hospital in England. He is probably by this time out and on a seven day leave.

Marg your guess of the division I am in was right so it should help you to follow the news a little better. It might be of interest to you to know that we are fighting against some of Hitler's toughest troops called S.S. troops who have offered to fight until death and to their utmost for their country. Their was one lying dead by our trench so we took it upon ourselves to bury him. Believe it or not he was a Roman Catholic.

I just received a letter from dad a few minutes ago and the girl in England is still writing every day so I got no kick about not enough mail coming in at all. Well girl space is getting used up so I'll say “so long” for now.

Your big brother
Lots of love
Lloyd
xxxx

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