Never one to waste a good afternoon (especially in an era before television, computers, video games, internet and when their mothers would release them to play unsupervised outside in the neighborhood with their friends…good grief how did these boys survive to adulthood?) the Redfins decided to have a game of pickup baseball the afternoon before heading out on patrol. The photos are some of my favorites.
Quickly dashing back to boat before she left, the Redfin, all refueled and reloaded, headed back out to sea.
The Fliers, meanwhile, were boarding a plane for Fremantle, where they were supposed to get their clothing allowances, collect their pay, and resupply their uniforms and anything else. They were also given medical checkups. Donald Tremaine was already down with malaria, and Wesley Miller was also in the beginning stages of malaria. To my knowledge, no other Flier survivors were afflicted with malaria, but I have yet to meet all the family members of the Flier survivors. Due to the condition of their feet, however, all eight were classified unfit for duty and were given rest and relaxation as a part of the cure.
Earl Baumgart found rooms with a family he had met when they were in town just a month before. Captain Crowley, anticipating an investigation, stayed at Admiral Christie’s residence while both worked on their defenses. (They were to be investigated together. Crowley to see if he had any part in his boat’s loss, Christie to see if he had provided all the pertinent information and the latest intelligence to Crowley to assist with the crossing.) The rest, when not under a doctor’s direct care, stayed at one of the four hotels in the Fremantle area the Navy had completely rented.
And now to wait…