|A letter from Pte. Eddie R. Pryor
to Mrs. Ethel Irene Christian and Winifred Christian (later Shreve),
28, 1945 from "somewhere in Germany"
"I hear all the news by a roundabout sort
of way. We've been having quite a
time. We've been in so many countries we just call it all Europe
now.... I wish
I could tell you about all I've seen. If I could, I could send you
interesting letter, but you know the censors....
The weather over here reminds me of Colchester almost."
A letter from Cpl. E. Richards to Mrs. Ethel Irene Christian mailed
from Holland, March 7, 1945
"I received your welcome Easter card a few days ago, and
I hope each and
every one of you back there in Windsor enjoyed it to the fullest.
It's not every
day, a soldier on the front lines gets a chance to write a letter,
or know what
day it is, except Xmas or New Years because all the days seem the
seasons' cards of various days bring back memories of our younger
sort of take our minds off the war for a second or so....So you see
it's the little things that count as well as the extraordinary
big things; they all have their place.... I want to thank you and
committee for the goodness they are doing, it's certainly a splendid
us laddies feel that we aren't forgot about at home."
Pte. C.L. Thompson, Essex Scottish Regiment, Canadian Army
A letter from Pte. C.L. Thompson to Mrs. Genevieve Allen of the War
Mothers' Protective League mailed Nov. 30, 1944.
"I am at present somewhere in Holland along the front lines.
is very quaint in every respect. Very much like the story books you
have read. Dykes, windmills, and people wearing wooden shoes. Incidentally
wooden shoes are very difficult to wear, as I have tried them."
letter from Pte. Herman Jacobs, who served in the U.S. Armed Forces,
to Mrs. Ethel Irene Christian (nee Dunn) mailed May 3, 1945 from "somewhere
"The winter around Verdun was beautiful in France, just
like a picture in an
art gallery. The seasons change very slow over here and Mother Nature
all her beauty in colour. It was hard and cold but it was all over
by the last
of January .... Easter Sunday I went to mass in a little French village
near our camp. I
didn't know what the priest was saying, but I was there."