“Cactus,” Carney Field, Guadalcanal
Spent the afternoon on the beach with the usual gang. We rode the small surf and had a ball game with an empty coconut. As we all swim in the nude, we become completely tanned. None of the usual white middle.
Glanz requested that I let Savio take the patrol out tomorrow. Glad to see old Frank finally getting his rating.
Spent most of the morning decorating the walls of our hut with charcoal cartoons lampooning the eccentricities of the squadron members.