Christmas 1944 - Somewhere near Bastiogne, France — My Uncle Cal wrote home to his nephew (my Dad) “..I don’t know if Santy will it make over here for us. If he does I’m hoping for a pair new socks and some blades for my razor. I was thinking that maybe if I didn’t get back to see you this year maybe it will be next year. I’ll bring you a Nazee Helmut and keep working on that curve ball, Den. Hope you have a good turkey. It’s pretty cold here and we are hoping to get ham with gravey for our Christmas dinner. Keep smilin’ and best to all the folks back there….”
