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March 05, 1942
Stevie,
We’ve arrived. Smooth journey so far. Wide range of boys out here. Some are arrogant and just itching to shoot people. Others have the fear of god in their eyes. I’m not used to having to rally others to fight - to light that fire in them. I’m usually trying to contain it.
It’s your usual men’s camping trip out here so far. Sharing whiskey and cigarettes by the fire. Stories ‘bout our lovers, waiting for us back home. Morale’s high when guns aren’t in hand.
Even so, Stevie, I hope you were turned away at that last recruiting tent I watched you enter. As much as I want to see you, I don’t want to see you out here.
Love,
Bucky
