Feb
8th
Well Dad there isn't much more to write about this morning. I have told
you about all the news before.
The
worst time of the day for me is in the morning when I first get out
of bed. I usually start yelling for Irwin or Merrill. When I don't
find them, my heart comes clear out of my mouth. I am getting more
used to it now, but can't help wish for the time to come that I may
return home with you all. I try and keep going hard enough during
the day to forget home for awhile.
Dear Dad it has to happen sometimes to everybody and I am no better than
the rest. I have a snap to what most missionaries have who come out
here. I can run up to the Bureau and talk English when I get too
downhearted. It isn't near so hard for me now as it was the first
day or so. I'll be good and sometime I will come back and be a
better guy. Well I must close. Praying the blessing of the Lord
upon you all.
L.B.
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