Dear Mom:

It has been about 3 or 4 days since last I wrote to you. That I am ashamed to admit, but so little goes on here that I find it hard even to pen these few words. The other day contrary to our usual canned diet we feasted on fresh gazelle. No one can appreciate what that means until he has eaten out of a can for any length of time. When it rains, it pours. We also wetted our tonsils with watermelon and sweet melon. I can’t imagine where they grow fruit around here because all I have ever seen is sand, sand and more sand. Maybe there is an oasis around here that I don’t know any thing about. I can believe that in as much as I have in going to town seen some very beautiful lakes that turned out to be mirages. Will write again soon.

God bless you, Mom,

With all my love, Joe