Back home at Stolberg. Winter quarters like a circus. The old chateau, Schloss now, the steaming, hot Stadtbad. But there would be no more dancing as there was at Durbuy, frozen, beautiful Durbuy. Well, war had some compensations, didn't it? Only the cognac was expensive and tasted like kerosene. Here, the well turned fraulein walked past, her curves plainly visible, a half smile in her eyes. No, it's too expensive to talk too. But, hell, we know the bastards are no good for us, but we just won't-O. K., Ike, it's non-fraternization!
Well, we're on our way, "Spearheading" again. And this time, we won't stop until we get Cologne. Pretty rough though, getting bombed by our own airplanes. Guess they can't help making a mistake once in awhile. Everybody's feeling good though and the weather's not bad; compared to the Bulge, this is a picnic. It's good to be moving again. Let's get this show on the road and get it over with. Sure like to be home this summer. Wonder what my kid looks like ?!