“Cactus,” Carney Field, Guadalcanal
Spent afternoon on the beach. Beautiful weather, good surf, and no garbage.
“Charlie” was over three times last night, keeping various members of the squadron trotting back and forth from hut to foxhole most of the night. The rest said the hell with it and went to sleep, except when a nearby AA battery made the sheets bounce.
The submarines Tuna and Grouper were attacked here recently by our own planes, and both were damaged. It was, in each case however, the fault of the sub, one even gave the wrong answer to a challenge. They were both lucky they weren’t sunk.