Letter addressed to: Mr.&Mrs. Ben Lederman, 923 Leavitt St. Chicago, Illinois; From Pvt. Harold Lederman 16121216, x04QM AP0104, Postmaster N.Y-N.Y.; Passed by Army examiner #33649
Editor's Note: This hand-written letter is on onion skin paper.
November 24, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad,
I received my first letters from you yesterday since I've been over seas. There were three of them, 2 v-mail and 1 airmail. I'm glad you finally sent me Rum's address. Now I will be able to write to him.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. We had the turkey and all the trimmings. Most of the doughboys had turkey also. Its amazing when you think of all of us, so far from home, observing still in the midst of a battlefield, Thanksgiving. I'm sure there was many who gave thanks to God today. I was sure one of them.
I recently was able to see some of the dead boys they had just taken off the battlefield. If some of the men back home, whom of personal ambition attempt to prolong the war, could se them--I'm sure the war would soon end. When you look at them you can't help but think--why are they dead! Just a year or so ago they were either going to school-working-married and now their dead. Many among them had ambition--all looked forward to the future--Now their dead. It keeps shooting thru your mind-again and again-why have these men died? I know why we fight-I know of the values we're trying to secure. I hope these men have not given their lives for empty words.
I'm sorry I went up on slight a philosophical side. But I had to air out some of my thoughts. Love, Harold