Today is a red letter day. I saw American planes over. More than 100 flew over this a.m. at 9:30. Came back over at 10:30. Then at noon some bombing and shooting heard down the road from here and something set on fire. About the same time I got a letter from my darling wife dated July 8, 1943. Oh! my darling, how I hope I’ll be able to be with you all soon. I love you so much. I am still in the dysentery ward and am now taking quinine again. My Edema is going down now, and of the excitement this a.m. my spirits are going up.