Dec 18, 1942 – Friday

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Old fort at Rabat

Boy it didn’t take the French fellows long to catch on to the chow line. They are just as big as chow hounds as the rest of us are. We had an easy day today so I finished the book called “Millie”. In the evening we played football and volleyball and the French wanted us to play them a game. We beat them badly for two games and then we thought we had better let them win a game. When they saw us letting down they got mad and wanted us to play hard. They are funny people. They have orderlies that are Moroccan and they wait on them just like negro slave that also get paid very low as also the French man do. We had white bread for supper tonight and the Frenchman thought it was cake. Boy what I wouldn’t give for a piece of cake right now.

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