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he trudged through the thinning crowds. It wasn’t supposed to have worked like this.
    After a couple of streets, Les took his shirt off, folded it and carried it in his hand. Luckily, if that was the appropriate word, most of the vomit was on his shirt and only a few pieces had landed on his one pair of jeans. However, if the local molls didn’t want to know him before, now, as Norton came trudging moodily down the street, half soaked, his shirt in one hand and smelling of sour spew, they just about threw rocks at him and ran screaming into the night. Consequently Norton wasn’t the happiest tourist in town when he got back to his room with no food, no drink and no one to have a whinge to.
    Blue fuckin’ Hawaii, Les cursed to himself as he climbed out of his wet, dirty clothes. Yeah, that’d be right. The only blue I’ve seen so far is the ones I’ve been in. He switched the bed radio on to some FM station and got some laid-back, Island song he’d never heard. With that playing he went into the bathroom, got under the shower and, using a hotel shampoo for detergent, washed his shirt and hung it on the fold-up clothesline over the bath. The bits and pieces on his jeans he was able to sponge off, then he draped the jeans over a chair on the balcony to air and left the door open to get some breeze in his room. The best Norton could do for a drink was a glass of cold water, which he sipped as he stared morosely out the bedroom window at the practically deserted avenue below. Fairdinkum, how the fuck did I let Warren talk me into coming to this prick of a joint? What would I be doing back home now? Saturday night. No, it’d be Sunday night. I’d be down the Diggers getting pissed and listening to Harlem Shuffle and having a good time. At least I wouldn’t be getting chundered on. And where is the little prick anyway? Don’t call me, I’ll call you. Yeah, pig’s arse. Les took another sip from his glass of water then let go with a great yawn. Suddenly Norton felt tired and heavy. Aah, fuck it. I’m going to bed. He turned off the radio and all the lights and with just his jox on crawled beneath the sheets to find the big double bed lovely and comfortable, the sheets fresh and the pillows quite scrunchable. Oh well, yawned Les, burrowing his head into the pillows, I suppose things could be worse. Despite not being in the best of moods Norton soon found himself snoring peacefully.

Norton had never seen or heard so many planes. The sky was black with them. Japanese Zeros strafing the jumbo jet he was on with rocket and cannon fire. He and the other waist gunner were blazing away with their 50 cal. machine guns, the shells rattling and clanging as they piled up around them, but they hardly hit one. The flight stewards were calmly walking up and down the aisle, handing out hot towels and coffee, while seated next to him Warren was filling out his US entry form. Another Zero roared straight towards him, guns blazing as the bullets tore through the jumbo jet’s interior. It was that close Les could see the pilot’s face. It was a US Marine in a green sports coat. Norton squeezed the trigger on his machine gun and it jammed. Sweat formed on his brow as the Zero roared right up to the edge of the plane. The pilot couldn’t miss. This was it.
    â€˜What the fuck…?’ Norton blinked his eyes open and looked up at the strange ceiling.
    The roaring, throbbing sound filled the room. What the? Norton was confused; he had half an idea where he was, but not what was going on. The Japanese aren’tbombing Hawaii, are they? That was Xmas 1941. The rumbling, throbbing roar got louder and the whole building seemed to be shaking. Les wiped his eyes, got out of bed and drew back the curtains overlooking Kalakau Avenue. Although there were great banks of clouds belting across the sky it was warm and sunny enough and the million dollar view right up to Diamond Head and