Received little Dottie’s Christmas gift, and boy I can say I was really happy to get her gift. The darling didn’t have to spend so much on me. Later, I took a walk in a perfect moonlit night and prayed to be back for my little Dottie when this damn War is over. Turned in a little late, and listened to a few Christmas carols on the radio. Some of the fellows were drunk, and to my surprise – I turned down a drink.
Routine flight. We were the only outfit working. Had a perfect turkey dinner. O’Malley gave me $4.00 and a gift for Christmas and for our friendship. It made me feel a little funny. It goes to show you what a pal is, and he really is a pal. I sure wish him a safe return to his wife and future kid. I hope for a big reunion someday, if I’m able.
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Gunnery hop in my plane. A near tragedy: The radio man and turret gunnery nearly went west. We pulled the radio man out of the plane and he passed out, nearly died from fumes. Taken to sick bay – Recovered. Turned to after duties. First aid lecture.
Half-day duty, then a show and band at station. Three busloads of women. Had a pretty good time. O’Malley did what I hadn’t expected him to ever do – Got one large Navy tattoo. I hope I don’t do the same – At times it’s pretty tough though.