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228 Navy #3247 (Mil. Govt) F.P.O. San Francisco Sunday 20 May 10:15 pm My dearest darling - Don't get discouraged - I will come around again! So much has been going on lately that I just couldn't miss (apart from work) that my letter writing has suffered, but things will quiet down again soon and I'll try to make up for lapses as well as take time to explain what's kept me so busy. Tonight there was a movie I just had to see - everybody turned out for it, as contrasted with the usual one - half of the Officer's group, the others usually driving to a movie at some outside unit - because it showed actual combat pictures in color of the pre-invasion air attacks on the Carolines and the Marianas. It's not a gruesome picture (unless you consider vivid pictures of the blowing up of ships and enemy planes gruesome even when you can't see people) and for certain scenes in it [pg 2] I especially recommend your going to see it - “Fighting Lady,” the story of an aircraft carrier. Darling, I have had a guilty conscience - the first in a long time - ever since I wrote that facetiously-styled “Mother's Day Letter.” I really began it in nothing more than good humor, thinking to amuse you. If the letter accomplished anything, I hope it was not to break down that delicate balance of feeling-with-postponement-of-feeling that we have so carefully, and I think so constructively, nurtured in our letters to each other since I left. Sex is important, but not of course all important; most of the time it isn't what I think of in connection with you. There are infrequent occasions when I feel the urgent need of you in that way, but they dissipate of themselves in a [pg 3] day or two. Darling, I always read you in many, many ways, some of which even help me to bear this separation from you. I am deeply sorry if that foolish letter has given you any more than momentary distress, or upset that same delicate balance which has contributed so markedly to the maturing of your personality. So let's forget it, and rule out sex for the duration. I don't, of course, mean genuinely funny things, or allusions which are not immediately personal, as the one in question was. But that letter - stow it away for us to read together sometime when we’re feeling abundantly ribald and lusty and can carry it to its logical conclusion. There's something fraudulent in dwelling on such things [pg 4] when you can't do anything about them; nothing when you can. Forgive me? It's time now to go to bed, but I'll add a note in the morning. Mon. 7:10 am Did you read Talk of the Town and Letter from London in the New Yorker of April 21st? Just got back from the benjo where I scanned the latter brief article and was impressed by it. I don't go in for any heavy reading during the morning session, but I frequently take along the New Yorker or Time. The mango here on my writing table, hard and green when it was given to me a couple of days ago by one of the Nisei boys, is yellowing a little and getting nice and soft. On my desk at school is a pineapple from the same source. I just left it there for decoration, because it was so hard when it was given to me a week ago that it never occurred to me that it would ripen. Yesterday I noticed a fragrant [pg 5] smell, and suddenly noticed that almost the whole pineapple had turned from green to orange-yellow. This afternoon I'll bring it back to the Officer's Club refrigerator, for consumption this evening. Tel (in his capacity as defense lawyer) is busy on the case of two girls suspected of “fraternizing” this morning and since one of us should get to school by 7:30, away I go. I love you dearly Warren
