“Cactus,” Carney Field, Guadalcanal
The food here is terrible. Some of the meals are so bad that we just go without rather than fill our long-protesting stomachs with the mess. Dinner last night consisted of SPAM, hardtack, dehydrated potatoes, greasy gravy, one half of a canned pear, and water. How do they expect us to do our best under these conditions? If there were a reasonable excuse for it, no one would mind, but the lack of edible food can be laid solely to lack of anyone giving a damn.
Spent the afternoon at the beach. I usually walk the two miles barefooted with only a pair of shorts on. My feet are becoming quite tough.