| #5 Sat Nov 15/41
A month ago today at approx. eleven PM, I had the horrified experience of seeing my friends and crew killed one by one and narrowly, or should say miraculously escaped myself. A month later I find myself in a prison camp, sleeping on practically boards, waking up so cold at night I could sit on a red hot stove. Eating very good at times but deplorably so, other times. I have suddenly grown into a very serious nature and could hardly recognize myself in a mirror the other day while showering, my mustache makes a difference. I look twenty seven at best. However, it will take more than a few Huns to break me.
It was not nearly so cold sleeping this evening, in fact I was warm. |