Because nothing was scanned in any kind of order, today I was kind of bouncing back and forth between the early years of the war (“Why do I have to do all the boring butt stuff?”) and the later years (“Good thing that shrapnel wasn’t inside the aorta!”).
This is early:
We played softball Saturday p.m. P. has been running the show out there. In warning them how good we are he said, “The officers of the 5th are beating their privates regularly.” That will be wit in the annals of the 5th.