The journal of Micheal Vellp

June 8, 1944

I had very few duties today. Other than clean your weapons , help unpack incoming delivery's and pack up the outgoing ones, there isn't anything helpful you could do around camp. I found Fergus and we started talking about our lives back home. Turns out he was a maintenance worker at a brewery in England. Some how it didn't surprise me that his work involved being around alcohol a lot. Although it did surprise me that he wasn't fired because he "sampled" the product too much. I told him that I was a delivery driver for the postal service and that I was dating a sweet girl from California. He then started asking a billion questions about her and my family. Fergus then told me he had a wife and yesterday he had gotten a letter from her saying he was going to be a father soon. I then told him that it was another reason to get out of this alive. He joked around and said that was another excuse for his wife to get him to sober up.