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Thursday April 2, 1942

116 days

Thie All started out with heavy shelling. I was trying to cook hotcakes and wasn’t comfortable at all. We arrived at our CP just In time to catoh a very close bombing. I finished washing my teeth in a foxhole. It masn’t fun and the concussion knocked dirt down my neck. It’s to be quite a push from the looks of things. We’re hanging on by
the skin of our teeth. A penetration has been made on our left. We’ll be next I suppose.


Thinge quleted down and I went to the doctor for my leg. He gave me sulfathiesol after taking the core out.