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Dear Vera,

it seems a lifetime since we met outside Saint Mary's. 
This great undertaking for God and country has landed us 
in a tropical paradise, somewhere in what Jack London 
refers to as "those terrible Solomons." It is a garden 
of Eden. The jungle holds both beauty and terror in 
its depths, most terrible of which is man. We have met 
the enemy and have learned nothing more about him. 
I have, however, learned some things about myself. 
There are things men can do to one another that are 
sobering to the soul. 
It is one thing to reconcile these things with God, 
but another to square it with yourself.