South Pacific

Woke at 0730 with a sinking feeling as I felt a slight vibration pass through the ship. Damnation, were we pulling out? Jumped out of my upper bunk, jerked open the port, and stared out at — god damn! — the receding harbor entrance!

Oh well, we cannot have everything – but I certainly would’ve given my shirt for a week in Wellington – maybe we’ll be torpedoed right off the coast – that’s a hopeful thought.

Diana never received my letter from Brisbane, nor the subscription to Life magazine. I’ll have to fix that up back in the States – don’t forget.