Dec 15, 1942 – Tuesday

It was blowing very hard this morning and we were wondering when our tent was going to blow away. Most of the fellows pup tents were full of water and part of them had blown away. Boy was it a mess. All of the fellows was wet and cold. It stayed miserable all day long so you can imagine how we were going to feel to night. My fart sack is dry thank god so I am going to get some sleep.

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