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#254 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) FPO San Francisco Tuesday 19 June 9:50 pm My dearest beloved, There could hardly be another day's mail like this one's: two letters, the 5 x 7 of Wendy (I do love it darling, and think perhaps the photographer was wise in cutting it down - have it in the folder already, and wish I could walk by the photographer's window to see it there too!) and two fat envelopes full of Norman's pictures. I'm very, very happy to get so many pictures of you. The one in the bathing suit is a honey. One of you writing to me and several of you with Wendy I like very much. And the ones of Wendy on the toidey - little imp!- in the bathtub, on the bed, in her crib, and being fed in her high chair are utterly delightful. Most charming of all is the demure young lady peeking out through the bars of her crib, tho if I had to choose between that and the toidey picture I’d have a hard time. I know I can't keep on surpassing the superlatives, but daring, that's the way I feel when a batch [pg 2] of pictures like these arrives. Sweetie, your figure is wonderful! Just exactly right. I'm going to need another snapshot album now. Haven't put in all I have to date, but I know they’re too many. Can you get me another one like this (different color if they make them so)? And I would still like a blue one for the school, as I've about 20 duplicates to go in it and want to present it to the school library before I leave here. Did Norman send duplicates? May I keep all these? - Please tell Norman for me, if you should write him, how much I appreciate his taking and processing them. The corner in which you write looks so homey and inviting, with its shelf of books, the map, (my copy is over my desk at school) the table with flowers and cigarette case, the Honolulu basket - and that isn't all that looks inviting. [pg 3] I could go on at some length about the picture, Sweetie, but it's past bedtime. Till morning - and happy dreams for both of us. Wed. 7:05 am I did dream about you, darling. I don't remember any details - I seldom do unless I sleep later than usual - but I woke up with that nice intimate feeling. #298 Wendy scooting around the sand and covering remarkable distance - that's still crawling isn't it? I don't suppose she would try to walk on such difficult terrain. Awfully sorry to hear about Gerry's losing the house. I guess we’d better keep what we have and like it. I haven't seen Rein in a long time tho I do still intend to get down there to have my nose looked at - will try to make an appointment today. #297 - I doubt that Carmel will turn into another Boulder. Charlie and Evan Davis and Tel have all been refused permission to transfer to M.G. and they were highly recommended. The refusal stated that personnel on loan from JICPOA (Joint Intell. Pacific Ocean Areas) should be returned to that organization at intervals for the purpose of refreshing their knowledge of the language - to which Charlie wrote adding, “They think we haven't had a thing to do with Japanese since we left here.” [pg 4] I particularly love that dotted dress in which Wendy had her photograph taken. It was the best possible choice, I think. Walter does write encouraging letters home, doesn't he? Japs throwing hand grenades into M.G. officers tents (Jap hand grenades, by the way, are nothing like ours in effectiveness) - I think he must be a little scared underneath so that he has to confide all these gory details in Helen. There's no denying, I suppose, that Okinawa must be a pretty rugged place, what with the report of General Buckner's death. Haven't heard any details yet. No, I can't blame Walter for not wanting to go back, either. I would not be afraid to (tho I can hardly say how I’d feel if I’d been thru his experience); I should only mind if there was no job cut out for me. In the case of language men, there's never any question of finding a job for them at the beginning until time for their regular function - they do everything. But rest easy, darling. I'll probably be here a long while yet. I love you Warren
