October 29, 1942 (Thursday)

Barbers Point NAS

Out on an instrument hop this morning. Wore a mask of my own invention to take the place of the usual clumsy “hood.” An exclamation from Adams, my copilot, made me turn and look out my port window,. There, flying on my wingtip, was a brand-new F4U, the first I’ve ever seen, and the first in the islands. A very trim little ship. The pilot left us and chased off after a pair of Grummans to challenge them to a fight but they snubbed him and went on practicing their formation work. The F4U zoomed away in disgust.