North Wind ~ 9-8 Knots
Temp: 61F
The chill of a northern front makes it feel like home. Ambrosini had to be sent to the Medical tents. Trench foot, head cold, and maybe even constipation. He should be right in about a week. Its gonna be tough without his presence. His jocularity eases everyone. Even in battle, he manages to make us chuckle. I received word through my brother on the south front that my wife had our son without a single complication. He's doing well and already has my energy. I can tell he's going to be strong like me and his grandfather. Chanto has a great idea of starting a printery in his hometown. As it is, Ive never been to Milan, but seeing to it that as of right now, its one of the few untouched towns, we may make the trip, my family and I.
In two days time, our orders are to parachute in to a DMZ rally point. There we meet up with the Germans, and hopefully block off the Americans and the Canadians. America. I would love to see that country. When all this is done I would like to see and smell and even taste the "Land of Opportunity". For now though, I can only day dream in between the football matches in the brush with the other infantrymen.
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Yesterday was a good day, but also a terrible day. When you get caught up in good times, it feels like a stack of bricks coming down on you when you snap back into reality. I didn't sleep much last night. Roughly 3 hours. All I could do was think. I couldn't turn my mind off. I was awake while the world was asleep. I'm gonna be one lonely Latino...
"So."
"Yea?"
"Nothing."
"Sure?"
"Yea."
"...I love you too."
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