December 21, 1972, Thursday

Adams is back they let him rejoin us. They figured we never passed a single test. Meaning we don’t know any more than a new company knows. He may as well come back where he has a bunk.

The yeoman switched my duties. I am now his assistant. I’m helping him pass out our airline tickets. Later.

It’s late we have the barracks squared away for our holiday leave. Nobody is sleeping to night we are two excited. I can’t wait I will be able to light up smokes when I want. No fucking smoking lamp for two weeks. Later.