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#39 Friday, Nov. 3 5:30 pm My darling - Two years ago today (or was it tomorrow? To say nothing of the sponge cake on my birthday…I never did ask you what sort of love potion you put in it). It seems a long time ago, and yet such a short time for so many things to have happened. I am confidently expecting excerpts of the date in a letter from you soon - and we shall have entered the third year of our journal. On the 16th especially I shall be thinking of you. Dearly Beloved - I have been trying hard to describe whether to open up my bottle of brandy for the occasion or whether to save it to go with the Benedictine on our anniversary. All the men who have been here have a stock of bourbon or rum. Best of all I wish my other seabag would get here so that I could drink to you in some [?] Dry Sack (a sherry); that and a canteen of bourbon probably won't get here for at least another month, tho. I went to supper at five tonight in order to have time to write you and still see the movie at 6:15. There are good ones both tonight and tomorrow - “Song of Russia” followed by “Mr. Skeffington.” I think I'll see them both and then settle down to writing a number of letters. Today's diligently [?] for Grand Tour of Inspection amounted to exactly this: 3 pips drove by the road in front of our office. But we were assured that the [pg 2] party will come around tomorrow. Sweetie, I think the most welcome food that could be received here, just about, is fruit cake. I had some last night in Charley's tent (it was Evan Davis’) and it did taste delicious, especially with a little Bourbon poured over it. Mess hall food, as I guess I mentioned, took a sudden turn for the better with the introduction of [Aiatious?] (which includes fresh vegetables and just as suddenly I've ceased having indigestion. I miss exercise very much - except for occasional volleyball, the officers indulge in it very little. Tonight though, I got Zaslow (army language man, graduate of Savage) to agree to have a catch with me (hard ball and gloves) after work and before showers every day. I wonder what Wendy is doing just now…I'm so eager to get back to Honolulu (it won't be till well after Christmas, for sure) to be able to hear your voice again. That's the next thing to look forward to. Although I've been so busy to learn very much from it, I've certainly got used to the sound of Japanese spoken colloquially and very fast. It's rather amusing to listen to. Both the b.i. J's here are thoroly fluent (one can't read or write, however) and assume many facial expressions that you’d recall from seeing Jap movies which they don't have at all in speaking English. Just time now to pick up my collapsible chair and find a place at the movie. - Goodnight, precious Warren
