1275psi -> Leave!!! mail!!!! Work!!!! (9/12/2005 5:09:56 AM)
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rabual Still hot, stinking hot and sultry Another frantic day of re fuelling and work, and officers I went ashore very early Down the gangway, salute!, and into one of the streams of ships boats circling Kagas mmassive frame A pleasant trip across the bay, to the jumble of the wharf. A long wharf -past the guns and mountains of stores piled everywhere I notice that all the damage still about last visit is gone now, rabual has not yet been attacked, yet it is pleasing to see the AA guns ready A old American Ford is provided -strange -this is the 1st motor car I have ever ridden in My destination is airfield No1 here several daitis are conducting daily raids on the enemy trapped in the jungles outside of PM We are warmly welcomed, and the purpose of my mission -to obtain maps, is very quickly achieved. The day is spent in the mess -discussing flying of course the news is good, and spirits are very high Every day over 120 fighters, oscars and zeros are operating from here and Lea , gaining immense training value. Little of the enemy has been seen we do discuss the B17 -i was right -7 shot down last week. It is tough, but can be overwhelmed. We turn our thoughts to the coming battles -where will the enmy retaliate next? No one knows In the meantime, several daitis will be bought up to skill, a ruthless exercise, yet totally necessary. I watch 50 zeros depart, envious -I really need to fly! I return to the ship confident in our forces and the zero again. The ship is already squared away -news is down, 2 days leave! then we join the battle fleet -already plodding south , for another hit at the enemy. mail. father reminds me of the shame of being taken prisoner Mother entreats me to fight well Sister has a boyfriend. All is well at home, kagoshima at least is short of little. I dress into shore rig. I have been paid, and we have heard of"the spot" to go
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