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229 Tues 22 May 7:30 pm Sweetie- This splurge of envelopes of clippings and other enclosures I'm getting off tonight (3 so far in addition to the letter I'm about to write) is partly to make up for the letters I've skipped recently - perhaps three in the past ten days. The current period of both working and playing hard is now over - at least, the playing is Charlie and Evan have left for Hawaii (I can’t say how long ago) after eleven months on this isle, which Charlie in particular had grown rather fond of. Both were sorry to leave just at this time, for two reasons: they are eager to transfer to M.G., and it seemed highly probably that their chances of getting into it depended on their remaining at this activity [pg 2] until correspondence on the subject (begun several weeks ago) was completed; and we have a new C.O. who looks promising. I had not spent much time with Charlie lately, or at least as much as I wanted to; I think he enjoyed himself as much as anyone here, and did more visiting around at other units (with B29, CB and other Navy as well as Marine officers), just lightly carousing of an evening and singing lusty ballads and limericks chorused by “That, was, a cute little rime, sing us a nother one, do-ooo.” (Next man). The last night he was here several of us got together over a bottle of Three Feathers which I furnished for the occasion and recapitulated on all the songs which have been in vogue here (locally, in this outfit) from the beginning. [pg 3] Some of them preceded my time - “Freddy is a friend of mine, he will treat me any time…” (Freddy Lemmer, former Marine exec about whom nobody has much to say that's censorable) - ten, in early November, came “Gook days, gook days, dear old golden fluke days” (later amended to “Gook days, school days, dear old M.G. rule days”) -Well there's not much point in reciting them off because they lose all their flavor when you transfer them from the convivial and slightly alcoholic atmosphere in which they flourish, take on new forms and add verses like the not very clever but, at the time, amusing one I finished off the evening with (after we’d sung “No beer, no rum, no coca co-lah” again)- “[?], [?], [?] too, Japanese girl their smile are few; Reason why they are so blue- From no on they get no screw-oo” [pg 4] At any rate, Frankel and Davis are gone - probably back to the translation desk that they despise, tho they may get their transfers and if so will probably go thru CASA and look you up - and are replaced by two other Boulder men who arrived about 3 weeks ago: Bert Gerow and John Congleton, respectively. Gerow is rather a dope, but John is a pleasant guy whom I liked at Boulder; he was in my class at one time or another and I am sure you've met him. (Pleasant face, friendly, smiles easily; quiet and self-possessed; bad posture; rather mature judgments) Mac (McGinity), Arthur and my roommate from the time he was commissioned as warrant officer, about six weeks ago until he left recently for reassignment at Great Lakes, has promised to call you up from San Francisco. I wouldn't count on it, because he probably won't waste a minute en route and had 8 other such calls to make. He's not too astute a guy and definitely not the college type, but is amusing to have around - from her picture his wife looks a little like Bev's [pg 5] type, except that she's dark: pert, sexy and well dressed and groomed - makes her own clothes. Others are expected to leave soon - I won't name them all in one letter, but Tel and I will be the only old Boulder men left here. There is no indication that either of us is to be pulled out in the near future. The only ones of those being transferred who did not request it are Charlie and Evan (whose home office called them back) and Mac, who was subject to the custom of always transferring enlisted men soon after they are commissioned. But this was only meant to be a note - it's time I got on with my letter! I love you, darling Warren
