Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336<\/p>\n
Med. Det. 354th Inf
\nAPO 89 C\/O PM
\nN.Y. N.Y.<\/p>\n
Postmark U.S. Army 89 Apr 26 1945<\/p>\n
Miss Jane Axtell
\n538 S. Normandie
\nLos Angels, Calif
\nUSA<\/p>\n
Thaddeus G. Leske.<\/p>\n
[Note: back of envelope in Mom’s printing is the name "Ann Quinlan Du Barry" and an indecipherable scrawl ]<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
24 April 45
\nGermany<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Hello Janey:<\/p>\n
Notice the affectionate note in the heading? Its the non-fraterization business that gets me that way. Lordy, if I should get back to your part of the States you sure are going to be in for a lot of fraterizing.<\/p>\n
Life has been exciting, dull and confusing. I am sure that it could have been a lot worse that it has.<\/p>\n
We have been the "point" of the third Army since we entered combat. At times we were the nearest of any Allies to bothe Berlin and the Russians.<\/p>\n
In your most recent letter you mention a peace offering. I am sure that it is lovely – but where the hell is it? The mail, of course, is spasmodic and I did actually receive my first packager from home the other day. Its mailing date was February something.<\/p>\n
You ask how my French stood up when I tried to put it to proper use. I got along fairly well in daily life but I didn’t have the opportunity to put it to proper use.<\/p>\n
We are now having a rest period and so have to clean up and straighten things up.<\/p>\n
When you are in the Cantina again say "hello" to Julie for me and have them play "I don’t (know) where I don’t know when" with a Chinese accent. <\/p>\n
Thats all for now. Don’t dare dream of you<\/p>\n
Ted<\/p>\n
————————————-<\/p>\n
On the back of page 3 of the letter in Mom’s handwriting:<\/p>\n
He’s wrong
\nso wrong-
\nBut whats to tell
\nwhats right
\nwhats might
\nwho rings the bell
\nwho talks
\nwho walks on<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Signed<\/p>\n
Ann
\nJane<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Capt. T.G. Leske 0-387336<\/p>\n
Med. Det. 354th Inf
\nAPO 89 C\/O PM
\nN.Y. N.Y.<\/p>\n
Postmark U.S. Army 89 Apr 26 1945<\/p>\n
Miss Jane Axtell
\n538 S. Normandie
\nLos Angels, Calif
\nUSA<\/p>\n
Thaddeus G. Leske.<\/p>\n
[Note: back of envelope in Mom’s printing is the name "Ann Quinlan Du Barry" and an indecipherable scrawl ]<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
24 April 45
\nGermany<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Hello Janey:<\/p>\n
Notice the affectionate note in the heading? Its the non-fraterization business that gets me that way. Lordy, if I should get back to your part of the States you sure are going to be in for a lot of fraterizing.<\/p>\n
Life has been exciting, dull and confusing. I am sure that it could have been a lot worse that it has.<\/p>\n
We have been the "point" of the third Army since we entered combat. At times we were the nearest of any Allies to bothe Berlin and the Russians.<\/p>\n
In your most recent letter you mention a peace offering. I am sure that it is lovely – but where the hell is it? The mail, of course, is spasmodic and I did actually receive my first packager from home the other day. Its mailing date was February something.<\/p>\n
You ask how my French stood up when I tried to put it to proper use. I got along fairly well in daily life but I didn’t have the opportunity to put it to proper use.<\/p>\n
We are now having a rest period and so have to clean up and straighten things up.<\/p>\n
When you are in the Cantina again say "hello" to Julie for me and have them play "I don’t (know) where I don’t know when" with a Chinese accent. <\/p>\n
Thats all for now. Don’t dare dream of you<\/p>\n
Ted<\/p>\n
————————————-<\/p>\n
On the back of page 3 of the letter in Mom’s handwriting:<\/p>\n
He’s wrong
\nso wrong-
\nBut whats to tell
\nwhats right
\nwhats might
\nwho rings the bell
\nwho talks
\nwho walks on<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Signed<\/p>\n
Ann
\nJane<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_eb_attr":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-87","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1945_letter"],"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"Bob","author_link":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/author\/admin\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=87"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=87"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=87"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertjwallace.com\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=87"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}