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Monday June 10 '18.
That big bone head put me
on with a bunch of other fellows
to wash planes tomorrow, just
because my excuse for being
absent when I was sick
didn't suit him. Curses on him.
Coles was burried this P.M.

Tuesday June 11 '18.

I got up late, and went out to
the "plane washing" squad late.
I hadn't any breakfast, and
so grabbed a couple of jelly
sandwiches and started for
the hangars eating a sandwich
on the way. The sun was in
my eyes and I didn't see
that his royal highness,
the Major was calling the
roles until I was right there.