June 9th,1944 New Guinea
Dear Iz and Sil,
This is the first chance I’ve had all day to write a letter. It’s now eleven o’clock Friday morning. We’ve been clearing away under- brush all morning, and I mean it’s work — axes and machetes flying all kinds of ways. I’ve about four blisters as a reward. You know, you could start pulling vines out of trees, and fifteen minutes later, you’d still be pulling on the same vine — and still not see the end. (note: Gilberg just advanced this idea that, “all they need over here is a big brewery and every- body’d be happy”) ah, for an ice-cold bottle of beer!!! What’s that? There’s no use telling you how happy everyone is over here that the invasion has started. You can imagine how it will affect us. Home looks so much closer now. Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if I were sitting in the living room in fifteen or eighteen months. I’m only praying that it shall be. Brother Herm
June 9th, 1944
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