Thursday, August 24, 1944
I have about an hour just now, and being aware of my lack of writing letters lately I’ll take the opportunity for making amends. Just now you realize that things are moving pretty fast. The news to-day which has already been published is the capitulation of Romania and the marching through Paris of the American Army.
Mostly for the passed two weeks I have been right along with the parade. In a lot of ways it is staggering, the speed and the mass of the move. All along the roads the French people pile you with fruit and flowers. If you dont stop to have a drink of “cidre”, the seem to break out in tears. Everybody, young and old seem to have come out to Liberation, and with these things are beginning to appear which every one though were gone- things like automobiles, bicycles, and mechandine in the shops.
Only yesterday I got a bottle of [Lumtreaux?] or is it Contreau. I could’nt send it home so I am weening it bit by bit.
Needless to say that the trip has been pretty