Wednesday, December 19, 2007
23 November 1944
Thanksgiving in New Guinea. Usual routine broken by turkey, fresh potatoes, corn and dressing for dinner. Worked the afternoon shift. Very uneventful day. No mail since we’ve been here. Getting anxious to hear. Hope things improve. One of the boys, Jones, had a centipede bite him on the toe. It had crawled in his shoe during the night and bit him while he was in the mess hall eating.