Monday Ft. Hughes
In spite of my late bath last night just before turning in, I was hot and stinky when I got up this morning. If I had roused myself a little sooner I could have attended Mass which was being said in our mess space. It did me good just to hear such a peaceful undertaking. The Jap artillery and dive bombers raised the usual hell on Corregidor. I neglected to mention that a dive bomber sank the “PIGEON” yesterday with a direct hit — a good dive. I had the forenoon watch at the new location and I don’t particularly care for it.