Sunday, January 23

Slept in hospital all day - tooth still hurts like the devil. The rest of the squadron finally caught up so a bunch of us went to town again tonite. We found a bar in the basement of a hotel over in the French quarters that was open and there we picked up a French girl. She was one of the dirtiest talking women I have ever seen she wanted me to sleep with her. I guess she is a prostitute. The Four of us talked her into taking us down into the Medina or native quarters where she lived if we could slip by the M.P.'s as the Medina is off limits. However we couldn't get by so she agreed to meet us tonite with 3 girl friends. We did get her story though. She lived in Paris when the Germans came and they shot two of her sisters, her brother and father for refusing to work for them. They threw her into a concentration camp with her baby which soon died from lack of food. She escaped to unoccupied France & on a destroyer from there to Oran. The Gestapo was close behind her though and chased her clear to Casablanca when we landed there.