November 22, 1942 (Sunday)

Barbers Point NAS

Out to the squadron with Wally in the “Brown Chariot” this morning, after an early swim and breakfast.

Another hop over Molokai. Bombing was better than last time.

I’m reading “The Song of Bernadette” by Franz Werfel. It is a very finely told story. Reminds me of the fact that I haven’t been to church for one hell of a long time. In fact, I haven’t gone since I’ve been out here. But then, it isn’t entirely my fault.