Friday, March 9, 1945
Yesterday I made another Good rating in the 7 mile hike. I don’t know either my leg is better or the hikes are being made at a slower rate (I think it’s the latter).
Today when the major came around he didn’t say one word but scribbled something on my papers and handed them to his secretary. I don’t know if I’m shipping out Monday or staying for another week. I’ve been here 6 weeks today and it’s getting so that I’m getting a little tired of this place and want to get re-assigned.
There’s a little Italian fellow in the ward from Boston and he keeps me in stitches all day long. He speaks with a slight Yankee-Italian accent that’s hilarious and is always dancing around or saying something or doing something that may not be funny to others but puts me and another fellow in hysterics. A few days ago he (Martello) found a little lizard about 3 inches long and he took him in as a pet. I named it “Lizzie the Lizard” but we don’t know whether it’s a him, her or it. For a while he was keeping it in his foot-locker but I said it would starve so we made a leash out of string and tied it up outside so it could eat any bugs or whatever it thrives on. Martello plays with it like a trained dog and I act like a barker, “Step up, 10¢ to see Martello and his trained lizard!”
Well that’s all,
P.S. I just read “Jamaica Inn”