Finally I was sent to Camp Ritchie, the Military Intelligence Training Center in Maryland, where I was taught how to interrogate French-speaking prisoners. I be retrained as an interrogator of German prisoners. After the passage of months I was commissioned a second lieutenant and shipped out to England, where this memoir begins. Throughout the period of our correspondence she worked as an investigator for the Congressional committees on the mobilization of manpower and industrial resources. For my part, the frequent V-mail communicated my loneliness.
Time passes washing, eating, and keeping warm.
For the moment, it is too good, so I expect to get going soon. I saw the sun today. A tough little people, the English, but the American invasion will leave quite a dent. The final letter from England is postmarked December 19, 1944. Wear your white nightgown for me tonight.