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284 Saturday 4 August Here, darling, have a piece of chocolate, I don't want to eat it all myself - there, now sit back and listen. In this evening's mail I received a note from Chuck Mulligan - it was mailed yesterday afternoon, and must have come from Tinian, though I can't figure out how - as a Navy flier - he is at “the self censored [GAP] of this island” At any rate, I shall reply tonight and I expect that we shall meet within the next three or four days, at last. I was so pleased to hear from him, remembering Chuck and Marge as the nicest friends and the most fun of anyone you've known in Carmel, that I set about going through every page of your letters from 24 December (when first mention of Marge occurs) to 25 May (when you learned about the birth of Daniel [?ian). I have excerpted to the extent of four [pg 2] closely written pages of this size and will read parts of them to Chuck when we get together. I look forward with a good deal of warmth to seeing him - it will bring you back even more vividly than seeing and talking to Walter (who saw you for some time after Chuck left) did. In going through all those letters (most of them) for the first time since I received them, Sweetie, I realized a number of things - one, how rapidly the time has passed; another, what a passionately alive person you are, darling, in a way that is awfully good for me and that I miss sorely now; again (realization, or just suspicion? perhaps it's only partly true, or true part of the time) how much better your letters have been than mine have. Sunday 7:45 am Goodmorning, Lover You were very definitely there when I reached out my arms to you in last night's dream, [pg 3] Darling, and it didn't stop (in the tantalizing way that most dreams have) just as you were about to come to me, either! I am bursting with love of you this morning. I have just written Chuck a warm letter of welcome, and given him my telephone number. I can't tell enough from his address to be able to look him up without scouring the island and doing a lot of detective work, and will probably have to wait till he comes over here; from what he said that may not be until next Sunday. Yesterday noon the Exec. called me in and asked me if I’d mind making a talk on M.G. to some Army group - a weekly orientation class for enlisted men. I did so, taking one of the teachers - Hirotsu - along with me to answer questions; we made our little talk before a quonset hut full of about 150 men. It was fragmentary, of course - you can't say much in an hour, and I talked eagerly about the school - but good [pg 4] for me to get back into practice. I was a little flattered to be asked because up till now the three men who've been called on for such talks when an outside unit asks our personnel office for them - Frankel, van Koughnet, and Mook - have all been amongst the first contingent to arrive here. I’d better hurry if I expect to get this in this morning's mail. Gosh, sweetie, how I do love and miss you! Warren
