Your Son, ‘Chick’
Category Archives: 1942
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Chick Bruns, who batted .300 consistently while he played in the Eastern Illinois Corn Belt baseball leagues here, is now hitting .300 or better for Uncle Sam. Private First Class Bruns was in his first battle November 8, in French … Continue reading
Dec 9, 1942 – Wednesday
Well I went to town today and I had a sell time. Its a nice town but not quite as big as Casablanca. Its a much prettier town though. I had some stuff to drink but I don’t know what … Continue reading
Dec 8, 1942 – Tuesday
Not much happened today. It was just about the same as yesterday. They have all of the brush cleaned away around camp now and it looks pretty nice. There is a rumor going around that we are to stay here … Continue reading
Dec 7, 1942 – Monday
One year ago today the war started. Let’s hope that in another year the war will be all over. We have been busy around the camp getting things all fixed up. I would sure like to know how long we … Continue reading
Dec 6, 1942 Sunday
It rained part of the night last night and the fellow I slept with went to town and got plastered. When he came home he fell over the tent and pulled some of the pins out. He fixed them once … Continue reading
Dec 5, 1942 – Saturday
We only have a short kike of 8 miles today and will start at 9:30am. Here we are and it is in a race track where we are camped. We arrived here before chow and will spend the rest of … Continue reading
Dec 4, 1942 – Friday
Well we only have 15 miles to do today but boy my feet are killing me. Last night I was so tired that I had a rock as big as my two fists right in the middle of my back … Continue reading
Dec 3, 1942 – Thursday
Today is the start of the hike to Rabat. We will leave camp at 9:00am. We have our tents taken down and are just waiting for the time to start. It is now 6:30 PM and I am dead tired. … Continue reading
Dec 2, 1942 – Wednesday
It was raining again this morning but soon quit. We spent the rest of the day getting things ready to go on our march to Rabat. It is to be a long hike of 55 miles as I’m going to … Continue reading
Letter Home – December 2, 1942
Dear Mother & Dad & All, Well I haven’t wrote to you for some time now, but there’s just not a thing to write about. We have been given strict censor orders and there’s not a thing you can say. … Continue reading
