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281 Navy #3247 (Mil Govt) FPO San Francisco Saturday 21 July 8:15 pm My dearest darling, How exciting to get a cable which you sent just 2-3 days ago! I am mailing you a reply Special Delivery; to send a cable from this end one must (I think) mail it to Guam; the process sounds complicated, but I'll enquire about it further. Tell me, if you can remember exactly when and from where you sent this one. I wasn't quite sure from your cryptic message whether (in addition to amusement and pleasant, suggestive allusion) you were also asking me to authorize the sending of a package; I understand, tho I haven't verified it, that Navy packages too must be requested now. So just to make sure I am asking in another note under separate cover for some things which might make up a package, even tho [pg 2] I suppose the one you had wrapped up and ready to go (the one containing a second jar of strawberry jam) actually got off, since you didn't mention any difficulty. I didn't [?] my request thinking that you might want it at some later date. Incidentally, I would like the moccasins I asked for. Both Baird and Boyd wear them and they look very comfortable at the end of the day - we wear only the relatively heavy field shoes all day long and in the evening, too. So I’d be very pleased to have a pair if you can get them. Not only the cable, darling - I got six letters from you today! They leave me with such a good, warm feeling. I am going to leave answering them until tomorrow, when I should have a certain [pg 3] amount of time free, and go to bed very shortly now. I've felt the heat lately as much as at any time since I've been here, and altho I've escaped the heat rash that many are suffering, I find myself (for me) exceptionally lethargic. It is not merely difficult to act as consecutively or purposefully as one would in a more temperate climate, it's sometimes impossible. However, the heat may be only part of a conspiracy involving the factor of monotonous routine - I can't quite say ‘boredom.’ Last night I dreamt I was flying home in a small passenger plane with Tel Mook and Don van Koughnett, the latter as pilot (he owns one, or has, at home in Minnesota). To that happy day, my precious one Warren
