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Saturday April 4, 1942

118 days

Good Friday was the most horrible of the whole waz for me. We spent 10 hours in an open trench under the worst shelling I’ve ever heard of. Tojo threw an average of 30 shells a minute during most of that time. We had some very close calls. There were 15 or so heavy bombing raids to add to the confusion. Our line was not pierced but orders came to withäraw about 7:00 Pile It was a bedraggled lot that started up the trall. We hiked and rested at intervals till 5 in the morning. I was exhausted as was everyone else.

This AM we have recolved orders to counterattack. The whole story I don’t know but we start soon. Wish me luck, gal.