is in very picturesque country. I dont know whether [Mummy?] has been in this part of Normandy- but if she has she can tell you how pretty these French farms are.

To night I have had the first cooked meal in over a week. I went up to a little French cafe in a small village, and believe it or not had a steak, French fried potatoes, strawberries, and a bottle of wine- all for 100 francs ($ 2.00). I am enclosing a 5 Franc note for Nancy’s collection of what notes. The people here are getting excited over what they say is their liberation. No one drives through the villages they chase and wave, and every farmer wants to give you wine. But with it all there has been destruction. Some of the beautiful chateau have just been [deractated?], and whole families have been made homeless.

Because I can tell you so little about what is going on and because I am sleepy, I will stop here. All I really wanted to tell was that I am well and not ^to^ have any worries about me. But love to you all, and a word that I will write as often as circumstances permit

Old Man [Alice?]