January 13th, 1942

Boy, it’s hot, and no water – not even for a sponge bath – and I’m beginning to smell like Hell and the cast is all discolored from blood. It’s an effort to shave, can only do one side of my face at a time, and then have to rest between times. Passanante is really in pain. Just learned we buried two guys at Macassar.

We sure need supplies, but they say we are due in Darwin, so we can get some food and supplies. The ship is stopped and we are anchored out in the harbor and there’s a rumor that a big Australian hospital ship, “Manunda, is going to take us aboard.. Boy, will that be good!

No soap! No supplies at Darwin. They, also, are short of food and we’re not going to be put on this other ship.

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