Day 395

My head is spinning, I have no idea where I am. I lost my map two days ago i have no food or water. I met up with some Marines about ten miles back. There all right from camp, never shot anything more than a target in there lives. One of there men died, they reluctantly gave me his rifle since i had to ditch mine in Portland. It was an old Thompson. Damn thing jammed. I only have one clip 30 rounds. And no way to clean it. I'll be going back to Portland again soon. If there is anyone reading this in Portland Oregon, email me your coordinates.



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