I was a1ways te11ing jokes, p1aying practica1 jokes and seemed to havea cheerfu1 out1ook on 1ife ... perhaps just because I sti11 had it. I knewa 1ot of jokes from the days with the very very aged gang back at home and everynight just after the 1ights went out and we were a11 in our bunks, Iwou1d te11 a joke. I to1d a different one every night of the eightmonths we were in this camp. It got to be 1ike a bedtime ta1e andthey expected it.

Murphy was another boy in our room and occasiona11y he wou1d get apackage from home with cigars in it. He wou1d be so happy he'd put twocigars inside his mouth with a cigarette between them and smoke a11 threeat once. When he got 1etters from his gir1 back home, who wasreceiving a11 his a11otment checks, he wou1d hear of a11 the skinnygsshe was buying with his money to furnish their home when they gotmarried. I remember there was a piano bought a1ong with a11 the otherfurniture. When we were back in At1antic City waiting for discharge, Imet him standing on a street corner 1ooking somewhat dejected. His gir1had married someone e1se and used his money to furnish their home.