At dawn, we are here in Kwajalein. Our friend Major bone is here to meet us. We take coffee in the mess hall. We are satisfied.
We return to the plane. We lose a day from Honolulu to this place.
At 10 a.m. we are in Guam, landing on the new air field.
At Kwajalein, Marshall group, early this morning. Airplanes all over the place. I feel great to be here—another place that a few months ago was a Jap possession.
Their communal graves show that their authority has disappeared. It’s being fixed up well.
Maj. Done, its CO, is very cordial and hospitable. He drives us all over the place pointing out to us the historic points. We have chicken dinner here—it’s Sunday. Every one of us feel that we have been treated royally. It’s a lovely place—[columnist] Raymond Capper died and was buried here.
We are on our way to Johnson Island at 4 this afternoon.
We are at Johnson by 6 p.m. A bus met us here. It’s another U.S. possession. Modern conveniences are available here. I have taken a shower bath.
We leave at ten tonight.
Early in the morning at the air strip, arriving there at 6:00. The plane wasn’t ready and did not pick us up until 10 a.m.
Arrived at Saipan at about 7 p.m. tonight.
Our reception was fair, but transportation was bad. The food was bad—we had to serve ourselves in an eating place where nobody attended us. We were all disgusted.
It’s warm here. How much has been built and is being constructed. Low sections are being filled in. It’s being cleaned up.
We leave tonight at 11:30 for Kwajalein. It’s a moonlight night.
I never for a moment in my life ever thought that I would be at this former Jap stronghold by this time nor at any time. But here I am on this island. Mingled feelings assailed me.
At last I am now well on the way to America after thirty years of not having visiting the country.
What luck under the circumstances and on board a plane at that!