Weather is hot, but cooled as the evening drew near.

Breakfast: liver and onions, fried spuds, plums, and coffee.

Dinner: Fresh roast beef, mashed spuds with gravy, cabbage, bread and pudding

Supper: pork chops, peas, pie, and cocoa to drink.

Up at 6:15 and had to hustle to get bathed and  dressed for reveille at 6:20. I made it. The usual morning routine. I pushed the water cart at breakfast. I found a letter from Mary Dear when I got in at noon. She is getting along so well. I am so glad. I can thank God that He cares for her and is bringing her back to health and strength again. My dear little wife. How I miss her down here.

I was detailed to the warehouse this afternoon. This is how it happened: I went to the office to see Sargent Knuthen about getting a transfer to the shop at one O’clock. Then I went out to No. 6 corral to work. I hadn’t been there long when Sargent Murphy came out hunting for Milligan to detail him to the warehouse. I told him Milligan was on the hay force. At least, that’s what I thought. Then Carlyle, the civilian boss, came up. He said the civilian laborers said Milligan was on the hay stack. The Sargent told him what he wanted him for. I spoke up and asked him to put me on. Carlyle told him he could recommend me more than any man in the corral. The Sargent thought a moment and then told me to report to the warehouse.

This evening there wasn’t much to do so I took it easy. I have written to Sweetheart tonight and will soon go to bed. I want to walk to town tomorrow evening to look for rooms for Mary Girl.