Dear Vera | 5
Dear Vera,
It finally stopped raining, only making the smell of rotten coconuts worse. The rats and crabs have come out of hiding. I've killed more of them in the past week than I will ever kill Japs. Everyone's sores have gotten worse, along with their dysentery. My buddy Runner has a bone-cracking bout of malaria. This island has an exotic name that translated means "the death of hope."
Thinking of you always,
Robert
It finally stopped raining, only making the smell of rotten coconuts worse. The rats and crabs have come out of hiding. I've killed more of them in the past week than I will ever kill Japs. Everyone's sores have gotten worse, along with their dysentery. My buddy Runner has a bone-cracking bout of malaria. This island has an exotic name that translated means "the death of hope."
Thinking of you always,
Robert