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162 February 12 - Monday - 10:30 P.M. My darling: I'm so keyed up just can't sleep - Have just taken some Seconal, and will write til it takes effect. You won't believe this - I walked downtown alone at 10:00! Told Helen of course, so she’d listen for Wendy - Stopped at Bev's and she and Isabel walked to the P.O. with me and half way home. There wasn't any mail, but I got my letter off to you anyway. Was talking with Walter tonight - and out of a clear sky he remarked that you might be sent back here to the Presidio for reassignment, but I just laughed and said I Was sure you wouldn't be, and anyway things like that just don't happen. However, he also mentioned the fact that they don't have many - at least not as many as the men want - teachers of one sort or another who have been out in the field and returned. Johnny K. is head of all the Japanese teaching - wish we knew him better and could get on to ‘working the angles’ - Knowing how [pg 2] and being persistent seems to be the surest bet. I've heard it said that men who are sent out very often get stuck because they don't say anything - while others who keep pushing get what they want. I've never approved of this pushing business - but as far as your getting stateside anything goes. I'm beginning to feel just a bit drowsy, so I guess I'll crawl under the puff. Hope there's mail in the morning - the weather has been good - don't know what's holding it up - hope you aren't laid up with that fungus stuff. Goodnight, my darling - and a tiny goodnight from Wendy who is sound asleep, and breathing regularly, her right arm flung above her head - I've just blown her a kiss from you and now I blow one from me to you - I love you so much- Bobby
