Spent all day working on the ship. Pulled turret dome, removed gun guts and cleaned them along with their receivers. Was ready to put them back together again. Presto, a deluging rain getting all articles very wet. So did it all over again in the afternoon in addition to adjusting the foot charger.
While the rain was on, we stood under the plane wing for a long while. Finally, the water got too deep so we ran for the tent. Pretty soon it covered the floor there. Then we stood on an ammunition box until it was over. At that time, we waded to chow.
After dinner, we fixed things up considerably. Was replacing the turret dome when pulled my chest muscles which did me in for today.
Wrote my wife tonight and saw the picture show Dubarry Was a Lady.
Slept well considering the pulled muscles. Dreamed my darling was holding me in her arms, ah!.
Notes & Commentary
1 Du Barry Was a Lady was released by Metro-Goldwin-Mayer in May 1943. It starred Red Skelton, Lucille Ball and Gene Kelly.
I never heard of the movie, but with those stars, it must have been a hoot! What a pleasant end to a rotten day!
I have a model kit of a B-25 H I built in 1976.
I remember the year because I had bought it at the Smithsonian Museum in Washington DC. I still have two B-25 model kits that are still in their box waiting to be build. I bought them in the 80s.
That’s more than 30 years ago.
I have a fun blog about my forgotten hobby. The title is quite original… My Forgotten Hobby.
It explains why I am so passionnate about airplanes and history, and why I “enjoy” your blog if I can use the word “enjoy”. Let’s say I can appreciate what you are doing with your uncle’s journal.
I always comment on posts I like. I am sure I will like every post and that I will comment on each one.
Old Man Jack, a WWII combat veteran and dear neighbor who was likely in the same “locale” as your uncle and at the same time, said he rarely dried out at times. His boots were always muddy and leeches would have to be cut off from in between his toes with a knife. He said the “little suckers” would come in through the boot’s eyelets. Sores (he called it jungle rot which was slang) also pestered him during a few weeks although “it never got that bad”.
It is interesting that you speak of jungle rot (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropical_ulcer). Over 50 years ago, I worked for a general contractor who had served as a C.B. in the South Pacific, 1942 – 1945. He claimed that he still suffered from jungle rot and that it was a recurrent minor, but irritating problem. He talked about the jungle, especially those of New Guinea, and the constant rain and unrelenting heat. If anyone on his crew ever complained about heat or hard work, they were greeted with “You think this is bad, you should have been in New Guinea in ’44.”