March 31, 1943 (Wednesday)

“Button,” Espiritu Santo

Patrolled only 700 miles NW toward Pocklington Reef. Bad weather at the end of the leg. Returning was a tedious business of passing one gray-water wall “room” to another. Doors were not too hard to find, and as I passed through each, I always briefly held the hope of seeing a toy ship lying on the green-gray “carpet,” but no ships — or planes. Passed under one cloud from which came a downdraft that nearly tossed us all out of our seats.

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