Wednesday

Dearest Es, 

I am trying my darndest to find keep my promise and your request to write every day. But the same old situation of trying to stretch time like a rubberband exists out here. I'll probably not finish this letter right now but come back to it after supper. At any rate you won't be any more disappointed in not hearing from me than I was in not receiving any package from you except the stationary. Food out here would be a dream so please try baby. I made every effort to write to you all 3 days but I couldn't yesterday as we are engaged every night this week until at least 10:30 PM. The first day things things were kind of snafued and the mail came late and had to be read by searchlight. And the mail bag could not possibly be found in the dark. I've just gotten back and have a few minutes to chow. I started writing again in the middle of the word possibly where I've marked an arrow. We dug foxholes with sweat and strain in the sun (better than rain which none so far!) and as soon as they were six feet deep, 2' wide and 3 1/2 ft long - 42 cubic ft of heavy clay - we were ordered to fill each up again. Great sport. C rations again tomorrow. I've almost gotten to enjoy them, you get so hungry out here in the wilds of Florida. I had a little more sleep and felt better rested today than yesterday. I'm going to end the letter now since they'll be calling us momentarily and I do want to get it off tonite before he takes the mail out. So long. Darling I love you and here it is Wednesday.
Your Joe