What a sore throat I had this morning. I could hardly talk.
It’s fun to eat breakfast at the café with George. We had 19 rooms today. I got
five letters today and one from George & Dave. George helped me be on duty!
Love, George
George's letter home:
Dear Mom,
Here is a letter that is no doubt due. Things are just about
the same up here, although the nights are getting darn cold. There seems to be
no business at all around this place; us kids are the only ones who even eat around
here.
Darn if I know what to write about anymore. This place
doesn’t seem to afford much material for correspondence. I am enclosing some
pictures in this letter. The girl is Ann Powell of Manila and way points.
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