Letter # 11
February 19th, 1943
To Mrs. Carl B. Thomas
Miami, Florida
Dear Mother,
Sorry I haven’t written sooner, have been sicker than I have ever been in life and still out of bed shots and flu. Temp 103 Tuesday. Doc isn’t any good, just paint your throat and say go on back on the job. I didn’t do anything except Tues I had to go on sick call. But I had to keep right on. They wouldn’t let me stay in bed. Wednesday we had K.P. work like dogs from 3:30 am until 10 o’clock the flowing nite. It was hell.
We might be shipped out of here some time in the next few months
Good by now,
Dave
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