Sunday, November 28, 1943

I'm shipping from Muckley tonite or tomorrow morning. I am going to either Archer or Eagle Farm, the two big airfields outside Brisbane. Leaving all the boys. I would like to go with the boys but my job as an Optician would be useless up there so I am lucky to go to work in the Surgeon General's office. Don't know yet just what kind of a deal I'm going to get but everybody says I am plenty lucky. No mail for ten days and now shipping - bloody bad luck!