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Letter Home – December 28, 1942
Dear Mother & Dad, Hello! How is every one at home? Ok I hope. I’m fine and feel swell. It sure doesn’t seem like there is a war going on here. But look out. You know that’s the only way … Continue reading
Dec 27, 1942 – Sunday
I went to 10:15 AM mass this morning. It started raining just as mass started so we had to hold a blanket up over the altar as the priest has to finish the mass once it started. In the afternoon … Continue reading
Dec 26, 1942 – Saturday
Well we sang songs until bed time last night and we had a lot of fun I gave my straw tick to one of the fellows that just came in. Boy it was sure cold without it but they only … Continue reading
Letter Home – December 25, 1942
Dear Mother & Dad, Here it is Christmas day and I have been thinking of all of you, so I had better drop you a line. I went to midnight mass last night and I also went again this morning … Continue reading
Dec 25, 1942 – Friday
Today is Christmas. Merry Christmas everyone and may we find the next one at home. We had a merry time last night trimming the tree. We did not have a thing to decorate it with but soon it was loaded … Continue reading
Dec 24, 1942 – Thursday
Here it is Christmas Eve and it just seems like another day. We tried to swipe a Christmas tree the other day but they were all in peoples yards so we haven’t one at all I went to confession today … Continue reading
Dec 23, 1942 – Wednesday
Boy are the nights getting cold. Boy you just about freeze. We really had it easy today, we didn’t do a damn thing. I read a book part of the day and also did my laundry. Boy if my mother … Continue reading
Group 3 Convoy arrives from Camp Pickett
The Group Three convoy, which had remained at Camp Pickett, arrived at Casablanca. This convoy brought the Division’s transportation virtually up to normal strength. The four-ton prime movers oft he medium artillery battalion and the big wreckers of the Ordnance … Continue reading
Letter Home – December 22, 1942
Dear Mother, Dad & All, Here goes some more nothing as nothing is happening. We had a mail call yesterday and the only ones I heard from was you, Lee and Esther Grierson. I know I don’t write to the … Continue reading
Dec 22, 1942 – Tuesday
There’s just not anything to write about these days as nothing is happening. Last night as we were sitting around the fire, some of the Frenchman that are with us were telling us of some of the troubles that they … Continue reading
