Another day of rain, no flying, but Capt. Porter’s flights sat on the alert. The flights have all been rearranged, due to the arrival of several new boys, and I am now leading 2nd element in Capt. Porter’s “Red” flight, with Wenige on my wing. We were scheduled for a mission to patrol Buna from 1245 to 1400, but weather closed in and the flight was cancelled just as we were taxiing out to take off. Many sighs of relief, for it is no fun sweating out bad weather in this country of mountains and sudden storms. During the afternoon Capt. Porter and I went across to the other side of Kila strip to look for pieces of Zeros which were shot down here during early strafing raids, but no success. No doubt the area has been very thoroughly combed before by everyone else. Also played some 3-handed cribbage with Teahan and Gelatka, and beat them both.
Two packages (but no letters) arrived from Betsey; a cake and this little item. Both were greatly appreciated, and the cake, which I opened in the Officer’s Mess after supper, lasted about 10 minutes. Every one seems to have been bitten by the crap-shooting bug, and Major Sims made about 65 pounds, winning about 5 pounds of mine.
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