December 11, 1050
Dearest Betty
All our boys got off the mountain last night. Lots of frostbite, lost equipment, & and tall tales.
Novack hit me up for a change of C Rations etc. I had about 60 eggs & coffee. We cooked up a meal. Of course our radio went all night. Remember Gandrick T sgt? He was with those from the 7th reg. Pretty bad shape. Took him in too. Today we are organizing. Lost lots of our guns, most of King Rgt. Was lost. They still two guns. I may have to go to a firing party. They lost lots of S.N.C.O.’s. by the way I am sitting at the air port Hamhung. Maj McRenolds sent me over with Capt. Charlicamb for Whiskey. Trans airdails have it. But what I was going to say is I am writing this in my jeep so please excuse.
(The actual handwriting is below) I couldn't read it.
Ah yes we are also going aboard ship to where I don’t know. This is just like old home week. I see someone who thought was out and here he is--- runs up and hugs my neck & cries, “I thought you were dead”. “And how is your leg they said it froze off”. So we all laugh and say maybe better luck next time. Yes I also saw Knowles. He was hit but released. Our btn. Are mostly walking wounded but ole man Carson got narry a sctatch.
Well, Sugar Pie, no more mail coming in to us but going out so don’t worrie. I’ll write again when I can.
Your Bill
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