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January 24, 1942 48th Day of War

Saturday is bath night-not having my clothing off since last Friday, I am going to duck the shells and go to the General Hospital to shave and bathe. My whiskers look like the “Days of the ’49 Miners” and although we have an agreement with the Japanese that neither shall use gas, you can’t always depend on them. As whiskers leak gas through our masks, it is a bad practice to let our beards grow too long on account of not wanting our lungs gassed.