Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mud. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Afghan Snow and Mud

Mazar-i-Sharif
February 26, 1969

We've had a week of snow. I saw it snow every day of the week. It snows in the night and melts in the day. Snow and melt. Snow and melt. The snow melts and we have mud. The mud of Mazar fights at you. It is up to the calf of the leg in places now. Everywhere it is up to the ankle.

Every day I hope for the plane. Never comes. Soon I will take land transportation through the tunnels to Kabul. I have to get a shot.

When a plane comes I ought to get lots of mail.

Lucille

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