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April 5, 1944 – Wednesday
Last night was swell. No ach, ach at all and no shells that came close. Not much to do all day today. Went after our Mosquito fans and head nets. Part of us can go to a show tonight so … Continue reading
April 4, 1944 – Tuesday
What a night last night was. Air raid and Jerry shelled us all night. The shells felt like they were going to roll up the tent as they went over. Threw dirt on our tent a couple of times. That’s … Continue reading
Letter Home – April 3, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad; Here is the way that I have received your letters, and I will answer all of the questions I can. In some of your letters you have asked me the same question over and over so … Continue reading
April 3, 1944 – Monday
Man Germany bombed the hell out of us last night, but lucky no one was hurt. Most of us are below the ground any way. Melgard and I sleep in the big supply tent and don’t have and roof over … Continue reading
Letter Home – April 2, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad; Just received three letters from you. I have about two months stacked by me now, and one of these days when I get time I will answer all of your questions. Yes I have received all … Continue reading
April 2, 1944 – Sunday
Went to Malaria school today at the 52 Evac. Stayed there all day long. Saw a few shows on the prevention of Malaria and how to control it. It was all very interesting. Came home, ate, sat around and talked, … Continue reading
April 1, 1944 – Saturday
The company is out working today. We had to go pick up two truck loads of concertina, pickets and barbed wire. They lobbed a few shells in but not too close. I went down to the battalion and picked up … Continue reading
March 31, 1944 – Friday
Got the coffee pot on now for a little Ja-mo-ka. The company is out digging in the 56th Evac Hospital. They keep bombing and shelling it all the time. We should bomb their hospitals. Not much happened to write about. … Continue reading
March 30, 1944 – Thursday
Man did Jerry lay them in last night. They hit our R7 cat and completely demolished it. Had me pretty scared for a while. We worked around the supply room, issued out a few more clothes and played some more … Continue reading
Letter Home – March 29, 1944
Dear Mother & Dad; Another day has passed and still I have little to say to you both. Really it’s very hard to write a letter here as you can say very little anyway. You know most of what what’s … Continue reading
