February 3, 1943 (Wednesday)

“Buttons,” Espiritu Santo

Moved to a new hut today, accompanied by the derisive howls of the J.O.s. They have named us the “Brown Ringers.” They know damn well that most of us aren’t, but it pleases them to have found a sensitive spot.

Went to a movie over at the Seabees camp. The roads are a mass of mud and trucks loaded down with moviegoers race along the road among the palms, slipping and skidding at every turn, and threatening to dump their large loads into the churning road.

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