Monday, May 11, 1942
Dear Diary,
Just missed that air raid by 24 hours, 2 minutes and 3 seconds. I was just going down to the Memorial Gardens to get some starch to starch my white hats (that always droop in this Hawaiian liquid sunshine). Yes, I was going down then for a few minutes, no gas mask. So here ah goes like a wild injun for the Main Fort A.
Whew who was that I passed? Sorry man if I went by you so fast you”™re still spinning – on my way back to the ward I”™ll spin you the other way. Well here I is, out of breath, burning up under this tropical heat and hungry. Then goes the stampede to the kitchen. Say what”™s cookin”™? Hey Joe, tilt that rubber neck to pull his neck in.

Don”™t you know that some of our patients December the 7th were curious too and they got machine gunned down? You see Jap he no respect our laws about hospitals.
Well thar goes another air raid to our credit. False. Yes. No, just a short again. Well I”™m going to cuss out loud the next time ”˜cause me breath is getting too strong to cuss under me breath. Oh boy, we are going to get some air raid shelters after five months in war. Yep, thar goes the rock drill, a little blasting overhead and a group of patrol planes. Over yonder a plane”™s trying out a few dives. Across the way goes a group of tanks and a grey banging on a bell ”˜cause the patient”™s next door radio is bothering him and

they call this peaceful Hawaii. Well after the blitz I guess all this noise is OK, but ah still don”™t like this.
POEM FOR ALL TO REMEMBER