Nov 22, 1942 – Sunday

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Today was another beautiful day.  Red Kesterson and I walked over to the air port.  It is about 3 mile one way so we had quite a hike before it was through.  I made me a foot locker to day to put my loose clothes in.  After dinner we went swimming and boy did we ever have fun.  The waves were about ten feet high and you could really go sometimes when they would hit you.  I guess I will listen to the Victrola and write some letters.  It will soon be ten anyway.

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