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pg. 106 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.