We were sitting at dinner at the Wheelers’ and Elder Wheeler suddenly asked with concern what was on my shirt. I looked down to discover my first pen blowout in the mission field. Ruined a white shirt and no amount of cleaning tricks could save it. Ended up with a big ink spot that went clear through to skin. After a great deal of scrubbing it has become obvious that I will carry a mark around with me for a while. Luckily, it is on a spot where it is covered up and will not show.
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