September 7, 1942 - Smoking a Cigar and Thinking About a Glass of Beer



Monday Morning

Dear Mom + Dad,

It has been Labor Day now for about three hours. Whoever named it Labor Day sure got the right name. I came up tonight with the expectation of spending a rather quiet evening. But no, that expectation never came true. At 11 tonight one of our patients had a hemorrhoid that started to bleed. We had to get him operated on and have it sowed up. Naturally it was quite a job again as it is another one of the post operative cases. This job of being a surgical technician has its trials and tribulations. You expect a little peace and bang something happens. I guess there is no rest for the weary.

I had a very peaceful day (not night) today. I slept this morning until 1 o’clock. I got up just in time to miss dinner but that doesn’t matter as I eat 4 meals a day anyway. I got myself a sorely needed haircut. This time I left the top alone as I want my curly locks to grow back again. Then back to the tent to lie down and listen to the radio. I spent about two hours listening to classical music and enjoyed it very much, believe it or not. And now here I am back in this darn old ward working again. What a life!

One day seems just like the next. I’m going to take an afternoon off next week and go swimming. I need a little exercise along with a change of scenery. I’d like to have me a big glass of beer again. I haven’t had one in over three weeks now. I think it would taste good. Right now I’m puffing on a great big cigar one of the patients gave me. Aren’t I terrible with all my vices! Smoking a cigar and thinking about a glass of beer. Tsh! Tsh!

How’s the vacation coming? I trust you are enjoying it to the up most.

I can’t think of anything more to write so I’ll close. I’ll try again tomorrow night.

Love
Bob

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