August 12, 1942
Stopped at Barstow for an hour between 10-11 A.M. Got out there with the whole outfit — plenty hot in the sun but not too bad in the shade. Walked around and had some orange juice and ice cream. Saw the gals. We’ve been allowed to visit with them only at stops so far. At 1 P.M. we passed a convoy in the desert — but for grace of something we might have been in it ourselves.
We travelled slowly – a freighter with trucks and half-tracks headed for the desert where we would have been, held us up a while. Needles plenty hot at 4:30 P.M. Got out a few minutes but nothing there.
Loads of love,
Watch for my next letter