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My dear family,

We crossed the border into Belgium yesterday, and after we did, the first villages we came to had been destroyed, their bridges blown up. They’d been abandoned. Cows ran around in the fields, mooing because they hadn’t been milked for days. Everywhere we went we saw the same thing, endless columns marching along ruined streets, passing bombed-out villages, every now and then a wooden cross with a steel helmet next to it. There are Belgian tanks and lorries in the ditches. And our Stukas 9 and Jaeger constantly overhead. If it weren’t for the sound of the artillery day and night, you wouldn’t know there was a war on…Who would have thought that I would be here!

Fondest hellos to you all, from your loving Herbert