Sunday, December 28, 1941
Dear Diary,

Well, the paint came off almost a week later. There is something about international laws that says they won”™t boom a hospital and so up goes a large red cross over the middle of each roof, in fact one is directly over my head. Our pilots from Hickam say the cross sure makes a swell bulls-eye. They are blowing up some of our hospitals in Bataan, but we still trust the yellow pie faces, they have even put lights near the crosses so when they come at night we can light them up. Boy, are we easy people? Oh well, with us lit up so, the only lights in a blackout, we won”™t have to worry if we will be hit, but when. If you know you will be hit your worries are over ”˜cause you won”™t know when it hits, that”™s one

consolation. We still have occasional air raid warnings. They seem to fall on Saturday or Sunday and usually when a convoy or group of planes come it. It keeps rumors away and breaks the monotony. Such fun, thar she blows. Put on your helmet, say where”™s your gas mask??? See that the patients stay inside and have their stuff ready, usually I”™m off duty, either taking a shower or going somewhere and so I hustle and get on duty and sit and wait. Then the all clear sounds. We always have lunch in the kitchen; air raids sure help ones appetite, No kiddin.