December 30, 1943
Dear Folks,
Well I’m still here. There isn’t much news but I feel like writing anyway. I have been doing so much of the same things that I can hardly remember how I have been spending my time.
I have been dividing my time between the supply room and the kitchen. After I had worked all day in the supply room yesterday I was informed that I was supposed to do K.P. after supper while the regular K.P’s went with the Co. on a night problem. Well instead of going to KP after supper we went on at about 5:00 and worked till about 11:30. Five of us did the work that 8 were supposed to do so you can see that we really worked. And to top it all off I was really feeling terrible. I was chilling and aching all over. I surely was taking the flue. Boy was I glad to hit that bed!
When I got back to the hut I took an aspirin and rubbed some vicks on my chest. Then I went to bed and piled all the covers and clothes on top of me that I could find.
This morning when I woke up I was really surprised how much better I felt. I must have just caught it in time. I got along today without any trouble at all.
I spent today working in the supply room with about 2 hours in the kitchen this afternoon.
I have been thinking about something that maybe crazy but I think I’ll try it. If you remember on my medal I got from the Kawanis there were a couple of letters missing. I feel that some day I will want this to be complete so I would like for you to send me the address of the company that made it. The address is on the inside of the lid. It might be alright to send a rough sketch of the face of the medal, too. I will write to the company and explain the situations and if it can be fixed you can send it to them.
While I am in the begging mood I will say that I hope you got my letter in which I asked you to send me 5 or 6 dollars. If you don’t, I’ll explain why later.
I hope everything is coming along pretty well back there. Since tomorrow night is New Year’s eve I want to wish you a Happy New Year. I think I will welcome the New Year by sleeping.
I want to take a shower so I’ll sign off.
Love,
Donald