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I noticed that my gums were white and somewhat alarmed, I determined to go to the clinic tomorrow.  I wondered if it was because of too much sulphur.

7 July 1945

The dentist assured me that I had as he put it "a very good mouth".  There was nothing wrong with my gums.  When I returned to the unit the jacks were up - they were preparing to move to the other side of the runway.

I let the other team make all the preparations for moving and, except for an occassional suggestion, just watched preparations for "rolling".  Once the unit was safely on the other side of the runway and satisfied that everything was squared away, I climbed up into the control tower nearby and chatted with the tower boys for a while.  Went to chow, returned to the tent, read a bit and fell asleep.

When I awakened I picked up my supply of beer ration, wangled a dozen ice cubes, from the supply frigidaire, stored them in the helmet and returned to the tent.  I decided to skip dinner.  Instead I dined on beer and pretzels - it was too hot to sweat out a chow line anyway.

Later in the evening I borrowed a jeep