December 6^th 1945

Munich, Germany

Dear Pheety,

I haven’t received a letter from you today as yet but I thought it would be nice write you anyway. I haven’t told you about anything I’ve been doing so I guess it’s about time you know something about me. I’m a supervising yardmaster over the German Railway in a big yard here in Munich. I don’t do much work, only to see that the Germans do what we tell them. We handle all the supplies for the 3rd Army of occupation. I only work two days a week and the rest of the time I go crazy. There are four of us sergeants in our nice room here. Harold Lang is one of us and all we do is go to movies and sit around playing cards. For the first time in my life I’ve learned to play solitaire and a few nice card tricks. Sgt. Jersey- one of my buddies here has a brother who is a lieutenant in Nuremburg and he brought us a nice big German radio the other day. So we enjoy sitting around listening to all the programs. We all have nice cameras and we’ve been taking moving pictures here in the room quite a lot.

We’re only about 50 miles from the great Alps mountains and boy are they even a beautiful sight from our window here. Hitler’s home in the mountains is not far from here and the great mountain where they ski is also near here, it’s called Garmish. I would like to go down there for a few days and learn to ski but I would probably get killed so I’ll just stay here. We can always get a pass to Brussells, Belgium or to Paris but I never liked Paris or Brussells so I never go. I’ve already worked out of both places so there is no use to go again. Mother says Vane is in Chalerio, Belgium and I’m trying to get a pass there so I can be with him for Christmas. Wouldn’t that be swell? I haven’t seen him for two years.

Well Pheety I sure would like to be home for Christmas but I’m still here and I know I won’t be in the states by Christmas. But it won’t be long now cause I think next month I should be on my way.

Maybe if you should happen to find a small but clean little apartment in Belfter, it would be better. But two weeks after I get home I’m going to be heading for Cleveland for a nice trip and enjoy a nice cozy little apartment and live in heaven as you say. I hope you have a happy Christmas Pheety and please take good care of yourself and above all be good. If I thought you don’t drink anymore I knew you weren’t going to drink over the New Year I would tell you something. But all that remains to be proven by your honest word.

Write soon and often.

Love

Your Dumplin,

Vincent

P.S. Margaret you know I could never be proud of you until I know you have completely stopped drinking + catering to such environment, will you ever learn?