Spitball Army

CT tech says to hold my breath 30 seconds: “Most people can’t.” I make it 62 to prove all those swimming years good for something.

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This is the day…Christmas Day 1944. My first Christmas out of Indiana and our first Christmas – you in Indiana and me thousands of miles away.

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This last week has been a week of changes. I was in a rifle platoon as assistant automatic rifleman. Then, I was transferred to Hdqs. Plt. and given a flame thrower. The same day I was called up for an interview about getting into radio work.

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This is the day….Christmas Day 1944. My first Christmas out of Indiana and our first Christmas – you in Indiana and me thousands of miles away.

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A few weeks ago, I noticed that there were an awful lot of black hash marks on my swimming chart. Counting them, I found that I was closing in on one hundred miles.

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Real critters spotted by our intrepid wildlife correspondent in the swimming pools of Birmingham, Alabama.

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Returning to my automobile last week after a swim, I almost stomped upon the Cornwall peninsula in the YMCA parking lot.

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