There is no entry on this date as Nolan continues to grieve for his lost brother. In the back of the diary, however, Nolan transcribed some bawdy rhymes. Here is one:
“Our Fighting Men”
By a Marine on Guadalcanal
A Marine told his buddy on Guadalcanal
“The Army is coming — think of it, pal.”
His Corporal answered him, “Alright then,
“Let’s build a nice clubhouse for our fighting men.”
“Then they can entertain and maybe a play,
Recreation advisers from the W.P.A.
V.S.O. hostesses and movies galore
For the Army give Morale a very high score.”
“One thing,” said the chow hound, “We’ll eat better now.
Depend on the soldier to drag in the chow
They’ll start post exchanges, have ice cream no end.
Life has to be pleasant for ‘our fighting men.’”
A SeaBee rolled up and asked “What’s the score?
The cruisers and wagons are lying offshore
While scads of DD are sweeping the bay
Don’t tell me the army is landing today!”
They dashed to the beach when the boats hit the sand
Steel helmets, fixed bayonets and rifles in hand
Marines washing clothes, asked, “You lads going far?
What the hell is your hurry? Have you heard of a war?”
“Shut up,” said the sergeant, “Go limber your legs”
This barking at soldiers must come to an end
You must be respectful to ‘our fighting men.’”
“The generals outrank ours, so they’ll take command
New rules, new orders will govern the land
They have some MPs to show us around
When the Army takes over it sure shakes the ground.”
“We can take it,” said a Marine, “It won’t be long
Till the admirals bellow and we’ll shove along.
And a little while later we’ll be landing again
to make Bougainville safe for ‘our fighting men.’”