Another Freezing Night @ 11:22 pm
Current Mood: restless
And the house is making strange creaky noises - I hate that!
My sister found a journal my father had when he was stationed at Camp Crowder, Missouri in 1945. Dad was about as good at keeping a journal as I am, so there's not a lot to it and what is in there is, frankly, pretty boring. I know from what he had told me in the past, that his life in the military was difficult but he didn't share any of that with his diary - "Got a letter from mom." "Missed chow in the mess hall and had to eat sardines and crackers." I just have to remember this is the journal of an 18 year-old boy. There was one entry where he wrote about seeing a show in town with his pal Gary and wrote in the margins after the fact - "Not good."