a very pink baby! That evening, we all proudly escorted our "pink baby" into the dining room, right past the pompous Lieutenant Colonel?s table. The Lurline still had civilian waiters serving the tables. Our waiter had found some of the "goodies" like thick soups and molded ice cream deserts left over from the peacetime cruises. He served us some of these "goodies", and the pompous officer demanded to be served some of the same. Our waiter politely told him only the wounded patients were to have the "goodies". He told the officer, "You're not wounded". Sweet revenge! The ballroom on the Lurline was set up as a sickbay (clinic) to treat patients. While I was waiting to have my arm examined, I was watching a doctor removing burned skin from the back of the hand of a non flying officer from our squadron. LT Cathcart had been in our ready room when a Japanese dive-bomber squadron commander had dived his plane into the signal bridge and the bomb and engine came through the flight deck into our ready room. The bomb did not detonate, but Cathcart and LT(jg) Ivan Swope from VS-8 were burned from flaming gasoline. Cathcart was in a lot of pain while the doctor was trying to clean the burned area on the back of his hand and he fainted. The doctor told me he needed to remove "proud flesh" that had formed over my arm wound or I would end up with an ugly scar. He