Dec 6, 1942 Sunday

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It rained part of the night last night and the fellow I slept with went to town and got plastered. When he came home he fell over the tent and pulled some of the pins out. He fixed them once and then fell over it again so we just let it go. So this morning all of our clothes were wet. We have to parade four miles so it’s going to be tough. Well here we are out to our bivouac area and I feel good, My feet hurt a little, but out side of that I came though this last 15 miles in good shape. None of the men fell out so every one though we were pretty good men. I think we felt better than they did as about 15 or 20 of the straight duty men fell out and they should be used to hiking. So you can imagine it was pretty tough. This is not a very good place here but it’s not bad. We are ten miles on the other side of Rabat.

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