|Letter from New Guinea|
The following letter was received by Mrs. James Webber, 108 Folsom
Street, from her son, Keith, who is in the service in New Guinea. The letter was written May 26, 1944:
"Having nothing to do this afternoon, I'll write a few lines to you. Don't worry when you don't hear from me. The mail may get held up from time to time, although we've had wonderful service so far. I guess air mail is just as fast as V-mail. It seems to come in faster here. Mail call is all we have to look forward to. We have no PX, but our supplies and candy, gum, and tobacco are issued every four days.
"Today it's very hot and looks like rain. It does that a lot here. It's been awful muddy in our camp area, mud over our ankles in lots of places. We get pretty dirty but we do our own washing. Every one does from the colonel down to the yard birds.
"There's a native trail that seems to go right through our area. Anyway, we see the chief and his women (he has a few of them) go through after some green stuff that they eat. The chief is a wise old duck. He doesn't do a thing, just looks big. They have bushy hair, don't wear any too much, and are plenty dark. We talk to them and they speak well enough for us to understand them. When they're ready to quit talking to us, they just say, "Go." We go, too. We can't go to their village as our medics won't allow it, but I'd sure like to."
Going on, he tells about the food there. A breakfast in New Guinea usually consists of corn flakes, two pancakes, jam, bread and butter, and coffee.
He says, "We live in tents and use candles for light. We don't get many of them, so we've learned that you can get light from most anything. In my tent we have a No. 2 size tin can with oil in it. The oil drips out to a little pan with a wick made of a rag. We light the rag and have a light to read or write by. If I ever get back, I'll be able to do anything with nothing."