Barbers Point NAS

A lumpy-looking assortment of flyers dragged themselves from under the blankets this morning. The mosquitoes had won, hands down. Savio’s bed was literally a mass of blood spots.

Manned our planes about 0530 and waited for the signal to take off. Everything was black as ink. The field became a mad muddle. Completely SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fouled Up). A runway takeoff crash didn’t help matters. Finally took off an hour late.

No fighter resistance over Pearl Harbor due to “all clear” having been sounded. Landed at Barbers a sadder and wiser bunch.