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We had an air-raid alarm this afternoon. Every damn fighter on the island scrambled.  Ten minutes after the sirens went off we had 150 fighters in the air and at their appointed positions.  I wouldn't have been surprised if the kitchen sink had been cleared by the tower and taken to the air.  Agate had sounded sort of excited on the radio and I figured the Japs were pretty mad about that raid last night and were coming back to repay us.  I ran for the "grease gun" picked up three fully loaded clips and went back into the trailer.  The all-clear sounded and the fighters came back.  Either a false alarm or a practice scramble.

To the three packages I received yesterday were added four more today.  More food (I could hold out for months now if I had to) chewing gum to last for a year, stationary for the same period, my sixth issue of the March 5th Time Magazine etc.etc.  One of the packages contained a pillow, glory be!

The SeeBees are clearing an area for us and I hear they are going to erect a quonset hut to serve as a mess-hall for the AACS area.  We have been trying to steal Eddie the cook from the 386th.  He's their best cook and although it's a bit irregular, so what.

This evening while watching a movie, a giant tractor roared up, clanked between the audience and the screen and continued ponderously on its way.