October 1, 1942 (Thursday)

Barbers Point NAS

Another B-24 this morning. Went swimming at the beach in the afternoon. Incidentally a fair bit of beach, complete with bathhouses and pop stand is only about 1/4 of a mile from our squadron.

I must write home one of these days. The unfulfilled Solomon trip put a stop to my incoming mail, and the resulting vacation from writing letters has been so welcome but haven’t written to say that I didn’t go “down under” but went to the hospital instead. Now I shall never be able to explain my not writing, so I shall have to pretend I made the trip as planned — not by actually lying, but by the use of a little “judicious prevarication.”