What a nightmare! Half of the camp at the 4077 had come down with salmonella because of Klinger's turkey. Margaret and Charles were constantly arguing, the patients were complaining and the whole place was pure chaos! Margaret refused to let me run my camp, insisting that I get some rest. Rest? What's that? Colonels don't rest! Not in this outfit! But Major Houlihan had other ideas. Truthfully I'm glad she insisted. I've never felt more needed in my life-or more exhausted. So here I am in my tent, reading as many Zane Grey novels as possible. God help those who are ill and may they get well soon.