tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47968755776313840562024-03-12T20:59:18.956-07:00Torpedo Squadron 11A World War 2 Navy JournalUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-26901581033884203792014-11-11T23:11:00.000-08:002020-04-15T11:23:42.126-07:00November 11th, 2014With the help of many wonderful people I was able to produce a documentary about my grandfather's air group that began from publishing this journal.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-41086315545950105842012-06-01T11:51:00.002-07:002014-06-28T08:27:55.638-07:00June 1st, 2012 (Introduction)<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello, my name is <a href="http://www.georgeretelas.com/" target="_blank">George Retelas</a>. I was named after my grandfather, and 70 years ago he wrote a journal and took photos during his time in the Pacific (he's the one with his arms on his hips and sleeves rolled up in the group picture). After going through all the material, I wanted to share it for family members of this squadron and any history buffs who may be interested.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There's public domain photos I've included, as well as photographs my grandpa George took on his 4x5 Graflex camera; along with trinkets and articles he kept. I started this project a couple of years ago, and I'm delighted to finally share it. Here's a sample of some of the slide film which he had stored in his dry socks to avoid the heat in the tropics at Guadalcanal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I do hope you enjoy this, as it's been a very exciting project to put together. The blog begins with the first entry and ends with the last known one, followed by a surprising <a href="http://torpedosquadron11.blogspot.com/2011/10/may-10th-1984.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">article in the newspaper</span></a> some 40 years later as the final post. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">For any questions you can reach me at </span><b style="font-family: inherit;">contact@georgeretelas.com</b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Also, the following is a scroll he created with the signatures of VT-11 and a poem he inscribed on it. This original document was on display at the </span><a href="http://www.treasureislandmuseum.org/" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Treasure Island Museum</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> before it closed in 97'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Here's a toast to the widening host of Americans serving the nation. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">To those millions of lads, and their brothers and dads, who are saving our </span>civilization<span style="font-family: inherit;">. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">To the men from the mills, and the farms and hills, and the cities and mountains and plains. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">To the workers and miners and airplane designers, and the crews on the ships and the trains. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Where ever they are, be it near, be it far, on the land, in the air, on the sea. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">With a stoutness of heart, they are doing their part, to keep this the land of the free. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">So good luck Torpedo Eleven, may nothing impede you all, nor make you delay or digress. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">May God find you with power behind you, to roll up a final success."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Climbed aboard the converted Aircraft Carrier, </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">U.S.S. Long Island</i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> at 0930 on North
Island Naval Air Station in San Diego, CA.
This is the first U.S. warship I’ve been on since my enlistment in the
Naval Service and I wasn’t very thrilled.
I stepped aboard, saluted the flag, officer of the day, and checked the
register for my name. I then proceeded
below for my sleeping quarters. Weighed
anchor at 1030 from North Island Pier, with two Navy tugs alongside. In the harbor were twin Troop
transports. The ship loaded with
forty-eight marines, but did not follow us.
I stood on the flight deck and watched the last speck of the California
coast fall from view. Our ship was
loaded with over sixty-two planes and hundreds of men.
We set out into the Pacific alone, with only one U.S. Destroyer as
protection. As we kept steady course,
our escort would circle around and patrol the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With no more sight of land, my memories were drifting to my perfect
love and the fun I had with all the friends and shipmates I left behind,
perhaps not to be seen for a long time or ever.
But there are things I wish, no matter what happens to me, I pray that
God look over my mother, dad, kid brother, and my little Dottie. </span><br />
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station. Ships lights were out at
1830. Found bunk in 2<sup>nd</sup> and 1<sup>st</sup>
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to at 1900, for first night’s sleep aboard ship.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0San Diego, CA, USA32.7153292 -117.157255132.5015767 -117.4731121 32.9290817 -116.8413981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-711187329431473542012-05-30T16:12:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:04:58.560-07:00October 24th, 1942<br />
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0530 Perfect breakfast.
0700 Alarm for general quarters.
0930 Alarm for “Abandon Ship”, were given orders and life jackets. 1000 Man our “Battle Stations.” Our Destroyer dropped two depth chargers just
aft of us. <u>This was no drill</u>. A Submarine was sounded and lurking near.
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Outside of action, life is quite dull aboard with the routine of laying
out on the windy flight, or in the different quarters, listening to the radio
or records, and reading every type of book or papers you can. Then spend your small change at the
Canteen. The football games are coming
in from home: Santa Clara 6 – UCLA 14.
Went topside and departed when night fell. What a night for romance. Turned all watches back half an hour at 1900.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-14544674667879236322012-05-29T17:01:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:06:28.788-07:00October 25th, 1942<br />
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0600 Working detail.
1200 Another U.S. Destroyer over took.
1430 Sighted seven of our convoy on the horizon; two Oil Tankers, four
Troop Ships, and one Destroyer. Our
Destroyer turned back for the States.
1600 Took load off the convoy.
1615 Set all watch time ahead fifteen minutes. 2000-2400 Stood flight deck watch, no moon
visible due to dark overhanging clouds.
0100 Turn watch time back fifteen minutes.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-33001532576897415952012-05-28T17:10:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:06:38.430-07:00October 26th, 1942<br />
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0530 General quarters lost track of one Destroyer, not in
sight. 0820 Man Battle Stations, two
ships of convoy changing position, and nearly ran us down doing it. 0915 Sounding of another Sub! Alarm abandon
ship. One ship of convoy having trouble,
rudder was jammed, and O’Malley was on it.
Went on flight deck and had a bull session with the Pilots. Boy, they would all just as soon be back in
the States. 2000 Turned too.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-68264347873045085442012-05-27T17:12:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:06:53.795-07:00October 27th, 1942<br />
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1030 Fire drill. News of the <i>U.S.S. Wasp</i> Aircraft Carrier lost by the Jap Submarine. I wrote mother and Eddie, and didn’t sleep a
wink all night.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Letter to Mother (pg. 1)</b><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;">© Retelasfilm</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Letter to Mother (pg. 2)</b><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;">© Retelasfilm</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Letter to Mother (pg. 3)</b><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;">© Retelasfilm</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>U.S.S. Wasp - Aircraft Carrier</b><br />
Image courtesy United States Library of Congress</td></tr>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-79640587019274494042012-05-26T17:13:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:07:03.379-07:00October 28th, 1942<br />
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Rough at sea today.
Word being sent around that some person fell overboard last night. Our Destroyer picked him up. 2000-2400 Flight deck watch.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-55835637801703879952012-05-25T17:15:00.000-07:002016-02-25T19:49:35.447-08:00October 29th, 1942<br />
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Routine – Just Sea.<o:p></o:p><br />
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LT(jg) Richard Batten: Buzzard Brigade at Guadalcanal</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-14849142156138383802012-05-24T17:15:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:07:56.073-07:00October 30th, 1942<br />
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Field day. Got out of
work detail. Rotten sleep – too darn
hot.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-51317481394030373102012-05-23T17:16:00.000-07:002016-02-25T19:44:57.034-08:00October 31st, 1942<br />
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0800-1200 Stood flight deck watch. Got in trouble by officer in charge for
reading while on duty. News about
another U.S. Aircraft Carrier was reported sunk. 2000 Turned in.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">USS Hornet (CV-8) Battle of Santa-Cruz</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-48448841005620645272012-05-22T17:21:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:08:42.579-07:00November 1st, 1942<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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0600 Land finally sighted the island of Maui. 0700 Two P.B.Y. planes fly out and patrol the area. 0720 Secured. 0820 Went topside on flight deck. The day was perfect, and the water was clear and calm as glass. The islands are beautiful and Diamond Head was first seen as we entered the harbor. 0835 Two U.S. Destroyers and five Troop ships meet up with us. 0915 Entered Pearl Harbor. Some of the “Old Timers” pointed out to me when the U.S.S. Nevada was sunk in 10 ft. of water. Remains of the U.S.S. Arizona were still there, and the scrap of the <i>U.S.S. Oklahoma</i>, with a floating dry-dock still in use. Much of the harbor has been built up since last year’s bombing on Dec. 7<sup>th</sup>. <o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>USS Arizona - Battleship</b><br />
Image courtesy www.history.navy.mil</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>USS Oklahoma - Battleship</b><br />
Image courtesy National Archives and Records</td></tr>
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Nearly the whole U.S. Fleet was in Pearl Harbor today. Five U.S. Battleships: <i>U.S.S. Idaho</i>, <i>California</i>, <i>Mississippi</i>, <i>North Carolina</i>, and <i>New Mexico</i>. The Aircraft Carrier <i>U.S.S. Saratoga</i> was undergoing repairs due to the three torpedo hits in the Solomon Islands. Two Heavy U.S. Carriers, as was the <i>U.S.S. Salt Lake City</i>, which was also in for repairs. Two U.S. Submarines came in on the surface. What a mess, they really needed a paint job. The U.S. Destroyers were many in number and undergoing repairs and supplies. Now the work began on unloading all the planes and equipment. O’Malley, really glad to see the old boy. His trip was on the <i>S.S. Tyler</i>, really rough and rotten. Two meals a day, no showers, and above all, no liberty to San Francisco, only the officers. O’Malley jumped ship anyhow and saw his wife for a bit. Aboard the <i>Tyler</i> was Hal Caroll, as a merchant marine seaman. This really is a small world. Met some of my 9-42 class from Alameda, what a reunion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A U.S. Aircraft Carrier was reported sunk, no name as of yet. Took all day to unload the planes from the <i>Long Island</i>. Simmons “Hollywood”, a fellow from Santa Ana, and ex-<i>Lexington</i> survivor, took me around Ford Island. The whole island is really swell, and everything has really green scenery. The overturned hull of the <i>U.S.S. Utah</i> is still in the water in the back of our barracks. Nothing has been done to it since last year. 2100 Really beat, turned to.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Ford Island - Attack on Pearl Harbor</b><br />
Image courtesy U.S. Navy</td></tr>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Pearl Harbor, HI 96706, USA21.3445072 -157.974891221.3297177 -157.9946322 21.359296699999998 -157.9551502tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-67350734242497510212012-05-21T21:25:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:08:58.950-07:00November 2nd, 1942<br />
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Worked all day completing three T.B.F.'s to become
flyable. First work I ever did!<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Image courtesy www.ww2aircraft.net</span>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Pearl Harbor, HI 96706, USA21.3445072 -157.974891221.3297177 -157.9946322 21.359296699999998 -157.9551502tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-20755864268986399902012-05-20T22:52:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:09:08.367-07:00November 3rd, 1942<br />
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Working on more T.B.F. planes on the <i>Liberty</i>. Knocked off work
and checked out the island to go swimming. Five more U.S. Destroyers came in.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Pearl Harbor, HI 96706, USA21.3445072 -157.974891221.3297177 -157.9946322 21.359296699999998 -157.9551502tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-45556303281823087042012-05-19T22:59:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:09:18.058-07:00November 4th, 1942<br />
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Jumped ship on <i>Liberty
</i>with Simmons. Visited Mr. Abrou, and
was taken to the well-known “South Sea” for lunch. Later, he drove us around to the different
views on the island and to the foot of Diamond Head. Saw the <i>U.S.S.
Long Island</i> making its way back to the States. It had a load of bullet ridden
airplanes. I wish it the best of luck
and a safe return. Mr. Abrou took us to
his home for a drink. Saw many of the
homes and stores that were still burned down since last year. What a place.
White people are very few, the servicemen, plenty. Took a bus and boat back to Ford Island. Couldn’t buy anything, cost too darn much. Had a very nice time, regardless.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Diamond Head - Kapahulu - St Louis, Honolulu, HI, USA21.2640071 -157.804318321.2048166 -157.88328230000002 21.3231976 -157.7253543tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-10109005578759518162012-05-18T23:02:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:09:38.322-07:00November 5th, 1942<br />
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Tested T.B.F.’s for check-up and for flying. Payday: $44.00, went to the Beer Garden with
the boys on island to a show.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Pearl Harbor, HI 96706, USA21.3445072 -157.974891221.3297177 -157.9946322 21.359296699999998 -157.9551502tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-83689830838129356592012-05-17T23:03:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:09:49.130-07:00November 6th, 1942<br />
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Day off. Went
swimming at Waikiki Beach, and took a couple rolls of film. Water was swell, except for all the barb-wire
fences along the shore. Turned to for
Pearl Harbor. Our fighting squadron left
for Maui. Simmons and a few were left
behind.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Waikīkī Beach, Honolulu, HI 96815, USA21.2763795 -157.827823721.261583 -157.84756470000002 21.291176 -157.8080827tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-81062119427254128342012-05-16T23:16:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:10:35.329-07:00November 7th, 1942Packed sea bags (a little rain). Left
all my blues on Ford Island. No use for
them where we're going. Simmons also left
for Maui. He sure was a swell fellow
(all Hollywood). Loaded on Navy
trucks and arrived (20 miles away), at Naval Air Base Barber’s Point. This air base is just being built, no
hanger, roads. Army style
barracks, good chow, perfect weather.<br />
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On this point were ex-9-42-10-42. Fellows, little Mahoy was here, Danny Roberts and also Robby. Glad to see these boys. Found out Nelson was at Moffet Field for
Commando’s School. Four Army B-24
(PBY-4) are stationed here. Along with
two C.A.S.U.’s, three S.B.D.’s and two T.B.F.’s. Army also brought a squadron of Q-40’s. We, being transferred here brought ten T.B.F.
planes. Four were left behind, including
mine. I haven’t a plane as of now. Later I went swimming on the coral reefs,
plenty good. 2000 Turned too with a big
fight of mosquitoes.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Gunner’s Theme Song:</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wished to be a pilot, and you along with me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But if we were all pilots, where’d the Air Force be?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">It takes guts to be a gunner, to sit out in the tail.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">When the zeros are a coming, and the slugs begin to wail.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">The pilots just a chauffeur, his job to fly the plane.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">But it’s we who do the fighting, tho’ we do not get the fame.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">If we all must be gunners, then let us make this bet…</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">We’ll be the best damned gunners, that have left this squadron yet!</span></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kalaeloa Airport (JRF), Kapolei, HI 96707, USA21.305834 -158.072219921.2910405 -158.0919609 21.3206275 -158.05247889999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-63061141164458348192012-05-15T09:53:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:10:54.719-07:00November 8th, 1942<br />
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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 <u>lost
my life</u>. 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.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-8135687702305673722012-05-14T10:08:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:11:32.882-07:00November 9th, 1942<br />
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Bomber Squadron Eleven arrived with sixteen S.B.D.
planes. Went swimming all day today, and
gathered sea shells to make a necklace for my Dottie. Torpedo Squadron Eleven is going to raise
hell.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Went to Kalanianeole Park for a swim (ten miles from
base). Perfect breakers.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kalanianaole Hwy + Waialae Iki Park, Honolulu, HI 96821, USA21.2768 -157.770421.269402000000003 -157.7802705 21.284198 -157.7605295tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-77507528764472672232012-05-12T16:13:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:11:54.401-07:00November 11th, 1942<br />
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Armistice Day.
Collected more shells. Fifth
anniversary with my little Dottie.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-87005759004368332882012-05-11T16:14:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:12:04.054-07:00November 12th, 1942<br />
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Still no planes – Swimming all day.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-78919995707470597592012-05-10T16:15:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:12:16.799-07:00November 13th, 1942<br />
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Jumped ship and met O’Malley in town. Grabbed a train for Barbers Point and had
pineapples and coconuts.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kalaeloa Airport (JRF), Kapolei, HI 96707, USA21.305834 -158.072219921.2910405 -158.0919609 21.3206275 -158.05247889999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796875577631384056.post-37904851493224635962012-05-09T16:18:00.000-07:002012-06-05T00:12:26.959-07:00November 14th, 1942<br />
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Hitched hiked into town and went swimming at Waikiki Beach.<o:p></o:p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Waikīkī Beach, Honolulu, HI 96815, USA21.2763795 -157.827823721.261583 -157.84756470000002 21.291176 -157.8080827