Thursday January 7th 1943

Once more in bunk am glad to get here. Nothing at all exciting today, not even a Corvette to gas. Just plain work and I am very tired. The pump man cut my hair this evening and is lending me his iron, so that I can iron my shirts tomorrow. I had my first comfort handed me today, a pullover, 12 times too big for me. I was looking at Margo's photo just now, how I wish I could go back to 'then'. It hurts when I think that way.