At the Drumm/Jewell Reunion, Wilma (Jewell) Miller brought an old letter from brother Robert. He was stationed at Weiden, Germany and the date on the letter is Oct. 27, 1945. I will type out the actual letter below. Thanks to Wilma for sharing this with us.
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Weiden
Oct. 27, 1945
Hello George, Sara, & all;
If I complete this letter it will be the first one I have ever written to you neighbors of mine. Well I hope I can still call you neighbors after you find out what I am wanting to do. I won't go through it in this letter, because I reckon the folks has already told you. If I can get what I'm after everything will be alright, and honky dory. If not I'll have to think up another sceme.
How's everyone making out back there on those farms? You been doing any coon huntting lately? Maybe by the time I get back, there will be plenty good hunting, but I'll be damned if I ever go fishing again. I never have forgotten that trip up to the St. Marys Lake. That was just about like waiting for a kraut to stick his head out of his so we could take a pot crack at him. If we'd of wated there till someone got a nibble I'll bet we'd still be waiting. Of course though Dad would be sleeping. You ain't going to see him loose any sleep over some damned little fish. Couldn't blame sleep over some damned little fish. Couldn't blame him though. Any way Derwin and I had a good time in those boats. When we got through paddleing we sure had the blisters on our hands, but it was all enjoyed, wasn't it? Sara, how're you getting along anyway?
Say, Has there been any snow back that way yet?
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We've been haveing rain here for the past few days, but I can't see what's keeping it from snowing? If I'm here this winter I'll have fun. Snow is claimed to get six feet deep here. That isn't very much snow is it?
Tell Mary that I expect there are a lot of people feels the same way as she does about me not writing. There's nothing more I hate to do than write.
Say I'm sure going to have fun with Wilma when I get home. I have a love letter here from her to her sailor boy friend. Damned if it ain't the best love letter I ever got from a girl. I'll bet that poor sailor blew up when he got that letter that was intended for me.
Say, I often wondered why you farmers never go on a strick and starve out some of those high class strickers that thinks of no one but themselves.
Some of these G.I. should start throwing some TNT in around New York, and that ford motor plant and smartten those guys up a little bit. Christ, the more they get the more they want. I wonder if ever thought, WHAT WOULD OF HAPPEND IF THE FIGHTING SOLDERS HAD OF SAT DOWN AND SAID AH THE HELL WITH THIS FIGHTING WE'RE NOT GETTING PAID ENOUGH TO CHANCE OUR LIVES LIKE THIS. Do you where they would be today if that would have happend? I do. They'd be in the same fix these Germans are today.
I better close before I write what I'm thinking. Tell everyone I said hello.
Goodnight neighbors,
Robert
