June 25, 1943 – Friday

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Wow! Last night we got up in a hurry and dove for our foxholes. Bombers were right over our head and you could hear the bombs whistle through the air above you. They hit down the way about 300 yds. Then the bombers took off for Bizerte and I went back to bed. We went on another small hike and went swimming again in the afternoon. Badali and I went to the show and then to bed. Good night.

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