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The author’s English translation, machine-read from his typed copy (scan); may contain small errors

Rothenburg Dec 8th 1942

Dear All at Home !

Time to write a few more lines, I am laying in bed and write, it is not very comfortable but I feel well in bed, and one gets acclimatized to it. Russia is far away from my mind now, I get plenty of visitors in my room here., the entertainment is playing cards from Mornings to Nights. I keep drinking the good beer, and I keep the Heat Pillow on half power on my liver side. Yesterday a blood sample was taken and taken to the laboratory. Today the Chef Doctor started his “Christian Persecution “ and gets everyone , who looks better now, out of the hospital and back to “Fit for service” state. But I wont be amongst them until next year, and it looks like I shall have a better Christmas than the last 2. I just now had a huge parcel again . The parcel was opened by a Nurse as I am not allowed any meat or sausage until I am better with my stomach. They serve very good meals here and all made to the patients need Please do not send these huge parcels, others getting envious , I just been reading the letters from Russia and burned them then. It is amazing that there had been talk at the front that I had died or was missing in action. I wonder who started that rumor. Now I am thinking how my other Comrades are out there, , yes I got the etter with the photos, give my greetrings to our old friend Ludwig he had been in bed ill longer than I was. I am sorry but our furlough times never match up. We are like steered horse, where you steer it to, it will go. You can send me some coupons, I might buy myself a hat, Right now you would think I am a Japanese who belongs to the yellow race but the slit eyes are missing. But all this will soon go away. You seem to very busy at home and I can not help. You finished renovating the kitchen, gasoline for the Motorcycle Father has to get from somewhere. And even if he gets in in several chemist store in little medicine bottles , that is my wish for Christmas. Send me some hankies again.

Greetings Heinrich.

From: Pvt 1st Class Heinrich-Bredemeier , Rothenburg 0.d.T Hospital Bären

To: Family Bredemeier Rehren A.O. #12 near Rinteln -Weser