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Written by: Robert Sandell
Letter # 4
Feb 28th '43
I'll send my congratulations now for the debut of Thomas Carl & will extend welcome to that good sized fellow at his first month anniversary. I feel kinda low-down for not welcoming my new nephew before this time.
But it's a fact that I haven't had much time to write any letters lately. Our time has been pretty well taken up. We've been going out on bivouacs (in tents in the woods under assimilated combat conditions). This doesn't allow for much spare time. I'd like very much to describe this more fully, but it's considered restricted information and secrecy has been pounded into our heads here incessantly. This indicates another reason why I've done very little writing lately: i.e., nothing much to say because of the aforesaid restrictions on information.
The chow has improved somewhat lately, which means quite a bit! But things are getting stricter & stricter. A fella can hardly do anything without first finding out if it's within "regulations."
I'm still in the driver's section and I still don't care much for it. It's too nerve-racking. This type of driving is far different from civilian driving. It involves f'r instance driving at blackout thru woods over rough terrain, brush, stumps, etc.. But on the other hand, litter bearing, which would be my only alternative, is mighty hard work. We get practice in that too. I'd never've thought a guy'd get so tired carrying a "causality" on a litter across rough ground for any distances. Makes a guy's arms feel like they're dropping off. The other day I was behind a tree preparatory to the next forward dash from one concealment to the next when I felt something on my neck.
This is it:
Did I ever jump!! But it was only a harmless type.
The weather's been rather raw lately out here. It sure is penetrating! And when it gets warm it really gets "tukala." That's because of the excessive moisture in the air.
Things are starting to get green. Before most of the vegetation, except the pine trees, were a monotonous brown. However, I've yet to see or even hear of anyone seeing any snakes. According to the natives hereabouts, there's not near as many snakes around here as popularly supposed. You see, there's no swamps proper in the immediate vicinity of the camp.
I've this to say for this joint, one can really learn a lot here! But us guys in the driver's section don't get as much medical instruction as the rest of the company.
As far as the furlough possibilities: that's something that remains to us a deep dark secret. We've no idea at all about the chances for a furlough. Course there's those usual rumors this way & that about it, but they're groundless. My guess is that we've got about a 50-50 chance of getting a furlough. So that's how things stand at the present time. Am in fairly good health at present.
Well guess I'll begin to close now. Give my regards to everybody & drop another line soon.
Adios, Cheerio & Congrats,
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