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They're still fighting on Okinawa. It really must be tough. God Damn That Kamikazee Corps.
 
6 June 1945

It rained all day today. About ten o'clock this morning our tent fell down. I was astonished when I returned from the orderly imagine my astonishment when I saw my home in a sorry heap. We set it up again and added extra bracing. If it blows down again I811 say t'hell with it and go back to my foxhole...This evening the air raid sirens blew and I was out of bed, into my clothes, had my helmet on and rifle in hand in about one minute flat. I headed for the nearest foxhole. (no more being caought in a tent for me!) We were able to get a night-fighter up. The island was blacked out for a lon g time. Bright flashes from an electrical storm over the Pacific a few miles away made me jumpy. Those people who say that you get used to being bombed after a while are talking through their hats. The more air raid alarms we get the jumpier I become. I kept thinking there in the foxhole, crouching and looking out from under my helmet, about the possibility of Jap gas bombs or paratroops. Then I realized there was someone else in there with me - Andy. Both of us scanned the skies and listened. Finally the runway lights turned on [[strikethrough]] ? [/strikethrough]] and the all clear sounded.