December 6, 1943 – Monday

SONY DSCIt has been raining all day.  The mud is so bad in the supply room that we went after some gravel to put on the floor.  In the evening I popped some corn that Es and Harry sent me.  Boy it really popped swell.  Gee, but it tasted good to eat pop corn again.  I think I will write home home for some more.  They do not raise pop corn here.  Why I do not know.  Played pinochle with the kitchen force.  Badali and I won. Came home and read.

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