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Written by: Robert Sandell
Commentary by: Alex Sandell
Letter # 32
Somewhere in France
Feb 18th, 1945
Things are still quiet. Just a little artillery booming in the distance now & then, and an occasional flight of planes leaving "vapor trails" in the sky.
Weather's very Springlike - mud and all. There's a slow drizzle-rain going on currently. Last few days've been overcast, rainy and foggy after a rare spell of clear sunshiny days.
I'd like to write a full-length letter to you folks, but the only thing is that there's absolutely nothing from here to write about. That's really true! As I mentioned, even the weather is of that gray, somewhat blowy non-interesting muddy type.
One's not supposed to write about anything military. And at the same time there's nothing Civilian around here. So what does it leave? __Nothing. But on the other hand, anything that happens there is of interest to me here, even if for no other reason than that it's in Minnesota!
So, rather than keep writing about nothing, which is all that's left in my mind, will close here for now. Hope to hear from you folks again soon.
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