July 5th Wed. 1945 New Guinea
Dear Iz and Sil, I’ve been plenty mad in my day, but I’ve cursed more in the past two days than ever before — all because of those G__ D____ little yellow ants. We’ve been clearing brush the past couple of days, and no matter where you stand, sit, step or put your hands you’ve got ants crawling all over you. They’ve claws on them like cats and a bite like a horse. I guess I told you that I received your letter Iz. I wish you’d write me more like it. As for the work I may be doing, and how things are with the old 637th, of course, I can’t say very much. However, I am in the best of health — and intend to remain that way. The kid isn’t quite as fool-hearty as he used to be. It doesn’t pay. Well, I’ll sign off now; for I am on guard tonight, so I must polish up my rifle and my brass buttons and put foot powder in my shoes. (Humm) Hell of a letter, but I’ll write a better one next time. Lotions of sweet love from the land of paradise. Herm
July 1944
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