It 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.
Your Son, ‘Chick’
