“I always wait impatiently for the end.”
This postcard was written August 12, 1944 by a man named Marcel. While he isn’t my Marcel, this Marcel also wrote from a barrack in Berlin (note the word “Lager” in the return address). We can surmise from the red and black marks this card was reviewed by censors.
It’s not clear why the last sentence would have been placed within quotation marks — unless Marcel was being sarcastic about the six torpedoes, or it was some sort of cryptic message only Marcel’s parents would understand.
My very dear parents,
I’ve been very lazy this week. Not one word has been sent to you. Anyway, I had three free days. My boss died on the first of August. Two days later I went to the crypt of the cemetery Luther Friedhof (?) to nail fir branches, a very pleasant job, especially when done on a triple coffin! Last night we had an alert, only six torpedoes in the neighborhood, Leopold (le Brainoux) told me. “[not legible] so little happens to me these days.”
I always wait impatiently for the end.
Lots of kisses.