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We wound up about 10:30 at the [[red underline]] Carlton bar where [[/red underline]] we had a nightcap. I reflected that such evenings as this are an utter waste of time and money and the hour was here when I owed it to myself, my country and my company to snap out of the fog, get serious about all this and work much harder than I've been working. I imagined to myself someone looking at me and saying to his companion, "That's Craton, Assistant Chief of the Motive Power Section of WPB. His job is getting all the locomotives built in this country that can be built and seeing to it that not one is shipped anywhere that's not needed. He's tough and he's good - a General Electric man." I noticed today that Charlie [[red underline]] Creasser [[/red underline]] had grown much [[red underline]] tougher [[/red underline]] over the weekend - he talked tough and he's right - and we've all got to get that way if we're going to do our part in winning this war.

Washington, D.C.
Tuesday, Sept. 1, '42.

I had a terrible time sleeping last night and didn't feel too chipper when I got up this morning. We had a practice air raid alarm from 7:30 to 8:00 AM so I was late to breakfast at Allies Inn, because I couldn't leave the hotel until the "all clear" sounded. It was a delightfully cool day again but [[red underline]] this is September [[/red underline]] and summer is about over - a [[red underline]] strange, unnatural summer [[/red underline]] but not too bad a one. No vacation trip as usual, I away most of the time - no swimming, little golf, little contact with my family, a government employee part of the time - new associates, a semi-severing of relations with GE. Well, few of us can go on as usual with the war on.