This is pretty good. It rains like hell here. About thirty times a day. My clothes hung out for a week and then I decided to give it up. I missed silly roll call and got restricted for a week. The captain read about it in a letter that I said I was going to the races in - regardless of the restriction and he called me in a bawled me out and restricted me. I got in a battle with a master sargent, four second Lts., and the Captain. They said they had the right to punish me for what I wrote in my letter. Anyway, I got madder and missed a couple more roll calls. Now I am restricted until the 25th. I don't give a damn because I expect to be shipped right away anyway. I went to Brisbane last Saturday to take a type test and have an interview. Three corporals, one sgt., and myself were competing and I got the position. As yet I don't know what kind of a deal it is but as near as I can figure it will be a fair change for a rating and at any rate it will be better than going north.
We can't write home and say anything bad. If we dislike the camp, the food or weather that it too bad. We can't say anything but complimentary remarks about anything or anyone - and we can't even mention this damn rain.
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