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Jan. 7, 1943
Dear Mom,
You may not believe this but your son is in the hospital again. Yeah! Can you believe that! The sickness is minor and since I've been here, I've felt no pain but before I came! Oh, how I scratched. It came on me late Sunday afternoon and that night I was miserable. Monday morning found me still itching but not so bad so I went on out to work. I spent Monday morning riding around in a tank therefore I kept cool enough. Well, we stopped for chow out in the field and noticed after I got out and began getting warm, the itch came back and by the time I got through eating I was redder than a beet. I went on back to the tank and took off some clothes so I could get my shirt off and have a look. The sarge said I ought to go see a doc so I took off. The doc pronounced it as hives and asked if I'd had them before and to the best I could remember I hadn't. He told one of his aides to take me to camp and the hospital. He brought me in O. K. In a jeep at 50 M.P.H. That cooled me down considerable. After we got here I went down and got somethings to bring over with me and got hot again. My face felt like it was going to blow up. I went through the usual red tape and was asked lots of questions about my past health and so, here I am. Laying around in P J and a bath robe, taking pills and getting lazy. What a life. No one bothers me except the ward who brings me the pills. Otherwise I feel fine and not bothered with hives enough to speak of.

I pulled a little KP this morning. The cooks had a 100 lb. sack of spuds to be peeled and me with three other guys were volunteered to help. Took us about 30 minutes. That is something else, the cooks dish out a better chow than what they do at the company but it could be better.

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