ï»¿Alois Sauer(13a) StrÃ¶tzbach bei Moembois September 1st, 1948.Ufr. BavariaGermany/U. S. Zone.Dear Mr. Peterson, Surely you will be surprised to get suddenly a letter from someone you have perhaps already forgotten. Well, I hope you will remember me. I was one of the German prisoners of war working on your farm. I just looked through my papers and there I found a photo from you, and on the backside of the snap I found your address. And so I decided to write to you. How do you do, Mr. Peterson? Is still everything O.K. with you and your farm? I hope so. Well, I am now at home and am in good health too. But the time I lived in America, especially on your farm, was the best of my life. I learnt [learned] this, when I came as a prisoner from the U.S. to France. What a contrast! In the U.S. we had plenty to eat and the people were so good to us, and there in France we met only hunger and hate. And when I returned at home the conditions were not much better. Our food-rations were and are still today terrible small, and I often wanted to have only a small amount of the foods I got in the U. S.A. But we can only wait and hope that things will become better soon. Yes, - and so I write today to you, for I want to express in these few words my heartiest thanks for everything you did for my comrades and myself when we were still prisoners. You was indeed a true friend and a good master to us, and you will be kept all times in my remembrance.