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This is the last in my series of posts on the story of the Lady Be Good. Toner’s Diary: MONDAY, April 12, 1943 No help yet, very (unreadable) cold nite. Ripslinger’s Diary: MONDAY, April 12, 1943 No entry made. Monday April 12 was the last day that Toner made an entry in his diary and it was a single sentence. According to Walker, Toner’s diary was found in the pocket of a rolled up set of flight coveralls. Walker reports […]
Continuing with my series of posts on the story of the Lady Be Good. Toner’s Diary: SUNDAY, April 11, 1943 Still waiting for help, still praying, eyes bad, lost all our wgt. aching all over, could make it if we had water; just enough left to put our tongue to, have hope for help very soon, no rest, still same place. Ripslinger’s Diary: SUNDAY, April 11, 1943 Palm Sun. Still struggling to get out of dunes and find water. Toner’s […]
Continuing with my series of posts on the story of the Lady Be Good. Toner’s Diary: SATURDAY, April. 10, 1943 Still having prayer meetings for help. No signs of anything, a couple of birds; good wind from N. Really weak now, can’t walk, pains all over, still all want to die. Nites very cold, no sleep. Ripslinger’s Diary: SATURDAY, April. 10, 1943 Walked all day and night. Suggested Guy, Moore and I make out alone. No one knows why Toner […]
Continuing with my series of posts on the story of the Lady Be Good. Toner’s Diary: FRIDAY, April 9, 1943 Shelley, Rip, Moore separate and try to go for help, rest of us all very weak, eyes bad. Not any travel, all want to die, still very little water. nites are about 35, good N. wind, no shelter, 1 parachute left. Ripslinger’s Diary: FRIDAY, April 9, 1943 5th day out & we all thought we’re gone. All wanted to die […]
Continuing with my series of posts on the story of the Lady Be Good. Toner’s Diary: THURSDAY, April 8, 1943 Hit Sand Dunes, very miserable, good wind but continuous blowing of sand, everybody now very weak. thought Sam & Moore were all gone. LaMotte eyes are gone, everyone else’s eyes are bad. Still going N.W. Ripslinger’s Diary: THURSDAY, April 8, 1943 Tired all out. We can hardly walk. Our 4th day out. A few drops of water each. Can’t hold […]
