I can't tell you yet what division I'll be in or what army 
corps. There is certain reorganization going on in connec-
tion with strengthening the whole Spanish Republican 
Army which makes some of this unpredictable. However, we 
will surely be in the 15th Brigade in which will also be all 
other English-speaking units including the British and 
American battalions. Incidentally, the tone of most of 
the American press toward our boys here is remarkably 
respectful. 

This last week-end was a sports week-end for the bat-
talion. Our battalion staff team reached the semi-finals in 
mushball and horseshoe pitching. However, we lost to Com-
pany I, the winners in both events. I played first base and 
was with Bob on our horseshoe team. In the latter, after 
going great guns for a while, we ran up against a couple of 
Iowa farmers who took our pants down in full view of 
the whole battalion in spite of our efforts to convince them 
that it was bad for the prestige of the leadership for them 
to beat us so unmercifully. Those guys could make the 
horseshoes not only talk but also throw ringers which would 
settle down around the stake, lie there for a minute, and 
then rise unassisted and fly right back into their hands. You 
should have seen it.

Last night the boys put on the best show the battalion has 
had, including several very good skits, one serious wrestling 
match between the ex-champion of Finland and the ex-
champion of the U.S. Navy, and a burlesque between two 
guys who were great acrobats, excellent wrestlers and bet-
ter actors. They threw each other all around the ring with 
proper grunts, groans, and facial contortions arid, finally, 
as they were rending each other limb from limb and were 
in the death throes of their agony---or vice versa---your hero, 
the referee, dove in head first to separate them so they could 
each die separately in peace, and all the seconds, coaches,

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