04 Jun 1943, W J Carrie's wartime diary
Fisher has lent me his fountain pen - he has no ink. No more news yet - one does get weary of waiting - we spend our days always waiting for something! But the C.S. gave me a hint of what I may expect if I do get away with this party with all the women. I'll be O.C.Troops so to speak and have my work cut out for me. - it will be a h_l of a job! But I'll be on my way home at any rate and if I had a job I might get a decent cabin to myself. So I look on the bright side. I have just been to a Concert by A.T. Lay - I promised him I'd go. Goodnight L.O. B.