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itinerary. It was like a boy from Texas or Georgia or Maine visiting New York City and knowing nothing about it except the area bounded by 42st. to the south, 8th Ave. to the west, 6th Ave. on the East and 49th St. on the North. Later, one board ship and on Iwo Jima itself, I had ocassion to speak with those who had spent more time in Hawaii than I had. They spoke of the beautiful homes in the suburbs of Honolulu, its schools, libraries and galleries. One person spokeof attending a showing of Hamlet at the Honolulu Civic Auditorium where, before matchless scenery and costumes, he heard Maurice Evans [[obscured]] as the Melancholy Dane. I learned too, too late, of quiet restaurants where good food was inexpensive and the service excellent, of orderly cafes, of fine theatres. All these I had missed only to see the worst parts of Honolulu. All these I had not known and not knowing, could not be fair in the appraisal of the bustling city.)

After the greater part of the personnel and equipment of the 548th had left, (we were to follow on a later ship) the days at Kipapa were among the most pleasent I had ever spent in the service. I was now living in the barracks alone, could come and go as I pleased, sat for hours in the sun writing or reading. I was living alone for the first time in years ^[[and]] liking it. Unlike Mokoleia, where the theatre was, as the French put it, en plein air, where the equipment necessary to attend a movie was a box to sit on, a pillow to place between the box and the body and a bottle of mosquitoe repellant to ward off those twin-eng ned, persistent creatures - the movie theatre at Kipapa was a permanent