Sgt. Stanley W Safford 39539976
5th Auxiliary Surgical Group
APO 339
c/o Post Master
New York New York
Bielefeld, Germany
May 31, 1945
Dearest Mother :
Here this morning before departure
for headquarters. I will write you a few
lines and let you know the happenings of the last few days here in Bielefeld.
Two days ago we were all called to
headquarters, and the rumors are wild. Some say we go to the Pacific via the states, others say
direct, and still others have other ideas on the subject. Well more on the subject in a couple days.
The other day I was taken by one of
the people at the house, to the Botanical
Garden[1],
and much to my surprise they really have a beautiful one here with a good many
plants, some of which I had not seen previously, others are old
acquaintances. The names of course are
the same and the curator and myself got on very well. I took some pictures which I hope turn out
well. They had some beautiful Iris there
which excel anything before seen by me.
Some day, I will have a large collection of them, I hope.
Again the other day instead of
writing or otherwise, I went up to a castle[2]
on the hill here which is quite old and had a very nice time. The place is very historic and only recently
was used for aircraft observation, which resulted in the bridge being blown out
by bombs. Well anyway I was so very pleased that the boy got one of the German
patients who is an artist to make me a water color of it for me which was
delivered last night to me and it is truly a beautiful piece of work, and I
will have it on its way very soon. Well
on and on I have gone until I have practically see all around here in the way of
scenic value.
The people here are very sad to have
the Americans leave and the British takeover. They do not seem to have much use for the
English. Perhaps that has been ingrained
into them for so long a time. I have
learned a lot about them since my arrival here and I have some definite
impressions on them.
Well this is about all for now as my
time is short and I will write longer and better the next time.
All my Love,
Your Son,
Stanley
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