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Written by: Robert Sandell
Letter # 27
Mon. Nov 13th, '44
Somewhere in France
Yesterday received lots of mail after several days without. Got letters from Ma & Pa of Oct 21st, Nov 1 and Nov 3. Thanxs a lot. Weather here has been rather cold with some snow & sleet falling. The roads are very muddy & sloppy.
We're lucky enough to be at present quartered in a French house. Have my bed roll in some straw in what was no doubt formerly the stableport of the house, which combination seems to be the way French house's are made. But it's not bad at all.
Don't go worrying about me, Ma. Things'll turn out O.K. I hope you realize that I'm far from atheistic. Try to understand, mother, that preparation for the ultimate is entirely possible outside of the narrow confines of the exact precepts which define most human's definition of saving one's soul by attending church once a week and on the holidays. So again I'll say don't worry about me. I have no fears in that direction, come what may. Ask Gladys or Mary what I've written to them.
Yes pa, I'm really glad that I'm here in France rather than in those disease-ridden steaming jungles of the Pacific.
We're eating good now. Plenty of food.
Not much else to write about for now.
Give my regards to all. Will write more later.
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