Barbers Point NAS

No hops. Had a gunnery hop scheduled, but only got as far as the end of the runway before Wink, the Exec, took it away for me to complete his formation section. Next that damn tower waves a flag of me I’m going to take off anyway. This is the second time that they fouled up one of my hops.

Got a very fine Ash box from the CASU-2 carpenter for a quart of bourbon. Am loading my books and records into the thing and will send it to Gram’s to join the rest in her basement. Am leaving my blue cruise box at Central Stores in the Pearl Harbor Navy Yard in anticipation of my returning here.

Everyone is quite “hopped up” about going south. They are buying long knives, mosquito nets, soap, toothpaste, etc., like mad. This time I’m taking only what I myself can carry — one handbag and a seabag. I learned my lesson last time.