The following notes were written at odd hours and strange places -- some in times of stress, others in times of enjoyment -- most when the writing thereof postponed for a few moments more odious tasks. This is not a literary piece, but just a sketchy reminder in outline for of all of the then forbidden things that I would have liked to have written about to Jane and the family.
10 August 2013
3 July 1944
D + 27
Routine AM sick call. Walking rather heavily this morning. Every time I take a step the impact rocks the ship. The wages of sin, no doubt.