January 12, 1944

Wednesday

     "Didn't do much today.  Went on working details cleaning up barracks morning and afternoon.  Just supervised again.
     Went to sick bay this morning and I  also got another slip from Lt. to him Monday 17th.  I hope my cold will be gone by then.  He is a swell old fella, said he is getting to know me.  When I told him my rank, he said that anyone making TM 3/c at my age ought to make a good submarine man.  I hope he is right. Got my blues from cleaners and sewed another crow on undress. did a good job this time.
     Wrote a letter to Sweet and then then went to the show with Stone and saw, "What a Woman" with Rosland Russel.  It's 11:30 now I can't seem to sleep.  The moon is shining in on my face.  I seems to get me.  I wish the moon wouldn't shine again until the war is over.  Silly, but maybe I will be a man some day and will be able to such stuff if God stays with me."

The moon bothered my dad.  Did it make him homesick or think of Betty.  It is funny, but I used to look at the moon when I did not know where my son was and took comfort that he may be looking at the same moon.