1.01.2008

Saturday, January 1

The moving finger writes, and having writ, Moves on:
Nor all your Piety nor Wit, Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.


A new day on a new year and a new day on a new post. Slept 12 hours on New Year's Eve while the rest of the boys were celebrating at the Officer's club indulging in tie cutting and beer throwing.

Spent the day writing letters and heard U.S.C. beat U. of Wash. 20-0 in Rose Bowl. Processing starts tomorrow - turned over my new plane to base for modification. Won $30 tonite playing poker.

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