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291 Tuesday noon 31 July Gosh, darling, that note of wishful thinking struggling hard to translate itself into action which has dominated your recent letters - they've been good, newsy letters, too - is hard to take; I think I've faced the problem (for myself; I can't, after all, really face it for you) and then bang, you come at me again. But I realize, of course, that there's a small matter of 5 days to a week difference between us in communication, and by the time you receive my answers they'll be all but irrelevant to your following mood. It is so with me. My last letter was a dull one, and I'm sure I labored the point too much. Let me now give you a simpler and more specific set of answers to your recent questions, insofar as I can. (8:30 pm, just after English class - now there's something I get satisfaction out of; it's the best night school class we have both in regularity and in rate of progress - I'm in the Officer's Club listening to a symphony program: “Scheherezade,” which I've always enjoyed.) Yes, darling, I still think I'm better off staying where I am for now. Kirby, Riley, and Coach all got their transfers for definite reasons: Kirby asked [pg 2] to go back to JICPOA and his request was granted because he was on temporary duty here; so are the other Boulder men here, but none of them wanted to return to JICPOA. (Tel is now making inquiries, after what you wrote about Charlie F's thinking he'll be home by October, to see if he hadn't better hie him back to Pearl to get his own leave lined up, lest he be out even longer than 24 months - now 20. So perhaps he will be out of here in a couple of months from now). Coach and Riley even Wednesday night 9 pm Sorry, sweetie; the answers will have to wait. I had my busiest day ever today, even to working tonight (when I had no class or movie) on the monthly report. But it is worth it now; the tide is turned and things should be considerably different from now on, because we not only have a yeoman again, we have a new and good one. Slicer never was very satisfactory; he just waited around, doing crossword puzzles, to be told to do something. Now we've got [S?], Chief Yeoman, who was in the Public Safety Office ever since he came here during [pg 3] the assault phase until the recent merger of Public Safety and Operations. He's what we've needed all along, a yeoman who can handle the myriad administrative detail that just swamps Tel and me if we have not only to plan for them but also to oversee them down to the last little detail, as we have been. It's a tremendous relief to me, who bore the major share of that burden recently and felt things piling up as time went on instead of getting accomplished, because it's my job to carry out the things which Tel plans or which he and I plan jointly. To think that I've been growing more and more dissatisfied lately all for the lack of a good yeoman - today we ripped off what used to be three days’ work and for the first time in a long time I felt a sense of accomplishment. I'm pretty tired right now, and shall go to bed at once. I love you, darling. Love me? Warren
