May, 1944 Dear Iz,
One of the fellows coined a new name for me today - “The Sing- ing Rabie,” Well, I don’t know how good it is, but if they’re concerned enough to joke about it, it must be good for morale. Seems like we’re always soaking. If it isn’t sweat, it’s rain. We waited around on deck today for an hour and a half waiting for the movie to start, and just as the screen lit up, it started to rain like hell — sanfu — situation normal, all fucked up. How about letting me in on some of the news back home, e.g., rape cases, race riots, etc. Funny thing, I was thinking today of that trip you and Sil, and I went on to the Dupont Gardens when I was on furlough. “Any ice today, lady?” “No” “Giddy up.” Herm
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