March 14, 1945 (to Clarence)

Belgium
March 14, 1945
 
Howdy Dude:
 
Received your very welcome v-mail today and was very glad to hear from you. You asked a while back if we had any dogs. Well we have one and I’m sending you a couple of pictures of him. He sort of reminds me of that Jack pup you gave me out of Janes litter when I was a kid. He’s a pretty smart pooch. I don’t know what breed he is but he seems to have a little hound in him and the rest is like army stew. A little bit of everything. We got him when he was about three weeks old. One of the fellows was hauling some Negro troops and stole him from a yard in Cherbourg, France. We’ve had him since a short time after we landed in France. It’s about ten o’clock at night as I write this and the pooch is laying here on my blankets having him a snooze. You should see some of the positions he gets in while he is sleeping.
 
Well Dude that’s about all I know for the present. We’re still herding our semi-trailers. I am in the best of health and hope this finds you folks all the same. Tell the tribe all howdy for me. So long.
 
Your pal
Jug



Mel and Buddy, February 1945

Buddy, February 1945


Belgium, February 1945
This is Ken Lance of Leavenworth, Kansas and Mel in their truck, No. 13


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