May 3, 1943 – Monday

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It rained on us most of the day as it was miserable riding. We have passed allot of hospitals, British & American alike. The British holler “Hi Yank” at us. It was about 9:30pm when we pulled into our camp. We had passed many air fields and one field alone there must have been 100 flying fortress. We were camped near a air field so we could here them take off and come back after a raid. We had to dig fox holes before we went to bed. Good night.

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