And so it goes. Scheduled to go to 174 with Miles, pick up rations (?) for Belindah (). We got there OK but dust was so thick we couldn't land. Got back home at 10 a.m. So went on as O.D. at noon.
Nothing much is happening. Had big fest (?) with Smith, Quinn and Staele (?) about their becoming flight officers. I doubt if that will relieve the jealousy so prevalent throughout the group. Smith told how his esteem for Sam raised (?) when Same insisted on staying with the crew when he didn't have to—Remember it!
Letters from Paul and David and Wallace and Donald. Reading 'Wild is The River'—Louis Bromfield. Must advise Stan (?) to read it 'cause its of Louisiana—after civil war carpet baggers, damn yankees, et al. Wimpy too, when I hear.
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