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It's been almost a month now, and I still can't believe my baby brother is at war fighting for our country. I try to listen carefully for any news and updates on the war, praying that little Bobby is safe. Things at home haven't been improving. We're still scraping by with our rations. I can feel my shoe slowly grow a hole in its sole, but my husband Johnny says that we can't buy any new clothes. I've decided that instead of wallowing because of my distaste in wardrobe, I'll buy more books to read. I've already read three in the past few weeks, but it's all I can do to keep my mind off my growling stomach. I've tried to create a garden in the back-yard, but the soil is less than desirable for growing tomatos and carrots. Johnny's leaving for work now, he's finally gotten a job helping in the production of B-24 Liberator bombers at the new factory built by The Ford Motor Company. I guess they're also building ships, but I keep myself busy at home with the cooking and cleaning. His wages are going up, so now there's more money for the necessities.