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276 Officers’ Club Mon. 16 July 10:30 pm Hi, Sweetie- I'm on duty tonight and must make the final rounds of the military camp at 11; Arthur has gone to bed; so I've come here to write to the accompaniment of a quiet poker game amongst Ladabouche, two of the Army guard company officers and a B29 2nd Lieut. named Cahill who hasn't been out yet on a mission. Tonight at school we showed a picture of that type most in demand by the children (and the civilian adults, too, for that matter) - a cowboy picture. From our relatively sophisticated standpoint it was a perfect Western (and not bad from theirs - lots of fighting and excitement): it played the traditional theme to perfection except that the hero, much to my pleased surprise, decided on the dark, saucy and passionate cowgirl instead of the blonde, sweet and pure Easterner. Oh, yes - the name of it was “Tall in the Saddle.” [pg 2] It was a good picture, and I was not sorry to miss 'Dorian Grey' playing at the military theater. Four more of the seven men expected here came aboard today - it was my duty to log them in - and only one remain. The man Will described as a fairy if he ever saw one may be for all I know, but I should certainly prefer his company and conversation to Will's judging from the little I've seen of him so far. Not that he seemed a particularly attractive personality, though the one he pairs off with does: Lieut. Baird, who once spent two years teaching English in a kotógakko (upper high school and junior college) in Kumamoto, Japan. No mail from you today, Sweetie, and I do miss it. When I drove a mile or so to the liquor pool this noon I daydreamed of you and you were close beside me in the jeep (as close as the divided front seat would allow. You put your hand lightly but meaningfully [pg 3- MISSING] [pg 4] Logical arrangement of photo folders on my “dresser” not that I wouldn't want more of them! But there just isn't room. Funny thing, I dream about Jean last night - I was meeting her at a station somewhere, seeing her for the first time in several years, she looked herself exactly and completely natural but had changed: was very well groomed and coiffered, poised, and most attractive. Wishful thinking, I guess. I do so hope she finds her niche before too long now, and that it's a reasonably graceful one. One, that is, that will give her pride and self-assurance, which means a different kind of pride from the tight little hurt variety. I love you very much, darling and tho I may not deserve it I'm hoping eagerly for a good long letter today. Warren
