November 8th, 1942

Up at 0600, a perfect day.  Had three hops, but O’Malley and I went swimming anyhow.  I took a long distance swim and nearly lost my life.  Same thing happened to me with my swim to Treasure Island in 1940 with my pal Art Gomares.  I made out OK, but never again, at least not until I get more practice for it.