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332 Monday Sept 24 1945 10:20 pm I am in the plane, taxying across the water. How will I remember you, my darling, as just a couple of hours ago you left me in the station (whose architectural details stand out clearly) - your eyes tearless but shining with quick resolution, you turn away from me deliberate and not lingering, your step as you walked the fifty feet or more across the floor and out an exit jaunty and so completely expressive of you. That evening you had won a victory over yourself, and you were prouder than you were desolated, for the moment. I wanted to run after you and catch you up in my arms, and was glad that I didn't. It would been unbearable for both [pg 2] of us, and it was good the way it was. Yet many times since then I've wanted to run those fifty paces or so and catch you. Now I don't think of that anymore; it's sometime since I have, and tonight the image just struck me as though by accident and with no conscious forethought. Because now I think of homecoming, and not so much of jaunty steps and girlish resolution (tho they have their place) as of long, lingering, soft embraces with no thought of pain to kiss away but only of complete surrender to togetherness. Tonight John Kooser is here on his way to [Truk?]. He was sorry that he hadn't been to see you in Carmel, as he’d intended; he was reassigned after only 12 days at CASA. It is very good to see him, and a happy coincidence [pg 3] that the enclosed snapshot turned up today when Dick Harper was packing his things. Today's been another busy and satisfying one - spent the afternoon scrounging for (and getting) some of that precious commodity, wire - enough of a special kind necessary to run a mike on the stage thru the P.A. system in the movie booth. This evening Lowe and I went to the auditorium for a kindergarten program given for parents of the children; you would have loved seeing the tiny tikes do their song and dance routines, well trained but too small for perfect unison. The audience engaged it and the atmosphere was one of tender amusement. - Later at the projection booth, Wong played a number of Japanese Victor records he bought in Tokyo - some very amusing. To bed, and the first year past. Who’d have thought it would slip by so remarkably quickly? (As it sometimes seems) I love you, darling. Warren
