About 75 new men have come in during the last two days, and things are getting crowded. The mess line starts at 11:15, that it starts to form. Mess is 11:30 but when I tried to make it today the line was already hopelessly long. It will be the same at the second mess, which is 12:10.
I am in the day room now and Jones is phoning his girl, urging her to tell her boss she is sick, so she can take the 5 o’clock boat. It’s funny.
Gosh, I’m tired of this island. Wish they’d give back our passes if they don’t intend to send us. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to come to N.Y. and be out till 12:45 at night, etc., etc.
Letters from Sidney Friend During The Great War 