Slavit_May_1945

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men. The faces of the dead men. The one you soldiered with for three long years. Standing over the motionless, lifeless body but, so helpless. Tears never did flow but hatred for war did.

On March 26^th we crossed the Rhine after taking Boppard on the Rhine. There wasn't much difference between the Rhineland and Germany proper. The guns still roared. The strain on the nerves was still there. Just

That just about sums up my life on the western front. I often wonder why I was spared. Out of 193 men only 36 came through. I'm a very lucky fellow -- they never touched me but came close.

My regards to Harry Henley and all the old gang.

Sincerely,

Saul Slavit