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Show LETTER . . . Sasebo, Japan, Feb. 28, '46 Dear Folks: I haven't written for some time, so thought I would try and say a few lines here. I just came back from Tokyo. Spent eight days playing horseshoes. horse-shoes. Another kid and I won the doubles of Jaan. We went in a C-47 and came back in a PBBm. Flying isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I think I'll stick to the ground if I ever get back there. I am going to get a medal for winning these games. I have seen all of Japan and al-I al-I most all the world, so I am ready j to settle down any time I can get out. I It is really funny how the Japs farm. They haven't much flat land, most of their farms are in the mountains, the fields are dyked dyk-ed off in about 20-yard squares. I I don't know how much land each iman owns, but not very much. They don't know what a plow is. They use something like a hoe to dig their land with. It looks like good rich land. A-bout A-bout all they grow is rice. Their fields are all green onw. I guess they are green the year around. I just received Nellie's Christmas cards and pictures, also one of Dad and Chuck. What bar room was that taken in. Dad? Send me some pictures of the colt; also all the family. I hope you are all well. Everything here is O. K. Write soon. As ever. Feet. (From Wayne Turner, coxwain, to his parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Turner.) |