Saturday, August 29, 1942
Dear Diary,

Really a beautiful place. Here we sit here on a high windy hill far away from everything and everyone. We have a shuttle bus here, an Army truck, it”™s a first cousin to a wagon, same difference, only the truck has a motor. It shook all the fillings out of my teeth (drumming up business for the dentist).
Today that mystery plane is back again, a lot of planes are out. Some New Zealanders are here and were attending the Hickam dance; the 79 boys were awarded the flying medals, quite a day. Planes were all over, very beautiful. Gosh we have potatoes now, they sure are good too.
There have been a lot of convoys in as of late, one in particular we had fun watching. The

Washington, which by rumor they say is the USAF Mr. Vernon. Sure a beauty. Yeah, before she was painted. The Enterprise came in for the third time for repairs with three large holes. She”™s in dry dock, with some messed up transports. Well Hitler is still a trying to rush the Russians.