Pearl Harbor

Hoisted out of bed at 4:30 on a false alarm patrol. Hung around squadron most of the day. Glanz, Barnes, and myself got a wonderful glow on later in the afternoon with three bottles of sparkling wine. Sat around the table in his cottage and talked. Glanz and I agree perfectly on our old ideas concerning the Navy – I found a fellow rebel!

At dinner I ran into old Dr. Wassel. Last time I saw him was out in Surabaya, Java. He was the last U.S. naval officer to leave Java. He got 38 wounded men out of the hospital in the mountains and onto one of the last ships to leave Tjilatjap for Australia. For that deed he got the Navy Cross and was mentioned by Roosevelt in one of his talks. When I saw him he had just arrived in the PB2Y-2 from Sydney, Australia. He’s been stationed in Perth the whole time in charge of the medical corps. Said he had a wonderful time and that he didn’t want to leave; just as I didn’t three months ago. Said PatWing Ten is still there and growing. That gripes my ass, after I begged to stay, as they said PatWing Ten was being dissolved.

The old doctor and I were truly glad to see each other.